In Hong Kong variety shows, what does "crime buster" mean?

Inside an old tenement building in Yuen Long.

Exhausted, Da Tou climbed the stairs step by step.

The injury on his knee made him pause after each step up, his right hand supporting him against the wall, his palm pressed against the dusty surface, leaving a trail of gray handprints.

The lights in the hallway had long been broken, and only the faint light leaking in from the window cracks could barely illuminate the path underfoot.

The walls were covered with colorful paper scraps, all advertising things like professional drain cleaning and collateral-free loans, which looked rather glaring in the dim light.

He climbed to the fifth floor and stopped in front of his own door.

"Open the door!"

Footsteps approached, and the old iron gate opened, revealing a boy of about ten years old standing in the doorway, chewing something.

"Big brother!"

"Hmm, what are you eating?"

Big Head asked while taking off his slippers.

"Mom brought this from outside, it's delicious!"

The boy ran quickly back into the house, picked up a small bag from the tattered sofa, and came back over.

Big Head hadn't paid much attention at first, until he caught a glimpse of the pattern printed on it.

After taking it and examining it closely, his expression immediately changed.

"Mom!! Don't give everything to my little brother! This is dog food!"

"What's wrong with dog food? Dogs can eat it, but humans can't?!"

A sharp curse came from the kitchen, followed by a woman in her forties with mostly white hair.

"You brat! After all these years out there, what have you accomplished?! Your father died young, and I raised the three of you all by myself."

"And you, instead of learning from others, became a gangster and stupidly took the blame for someone else. The settlement money the boss you followed gave you wasn't even enough for your brother's tuition for one semester!"

Da Tou was thoroughly scolded, and all the grievances he had suffered outside during the day burst forth, his eyes immediately turning red.

But this is not the end.

"Even if someone is down on their luck, they can still find a job. What about you? You can't even find a decent job!"

You want to wash dishes at a restaurant? They won't hire you because you have a criminal record! You want to deliver goods? The boss won't hire you either because you've been to jail and they're afraid you'll steal!

I finally managed to get a license to sell newspapers, but I ended up losing money after a month!

Do you know what Mrs. Wang next door said about you? She said you're hopeless! Do you know how hurtful that was?!

"Stop talking!"

Big Head gritted his teeth, "I will definitely make something of myself in the future!"

After saying that, he turned and rushed out the door.

"Get out! And don't come back!"

Da Tou said nothing and left the brothel at a completely different speed than when he came back.

He only stopped when the cold wind hit his face. He stood on the side of the street, looking up at the gloomy sky, panting heavily.

Some things, once done, cannot be undone.

Chen Fan's words echoed in Da Tou's mind, and his previous hesitation vanished completely, replaced by determination.

He didn't want to see his younger brother eating dog food anymore; he wanted his mother to be proud of him.

If you become rich, everything will be different!

Calming himself down, Da Tou went to a public phone booth and dialed the number he had been memorizing.

"Feed? That one?"

"It's me!"

"Oh, you've figured it out? Okay, come to Tsim Sha Tsui now, I'll introduce you to a few people."

"I'll do things for you, and you promise me that if I die someday, you'll take care of my family."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your family even if you die!"

the other side.

Chen Fan, who was having dinner with Wei Jixiang and a few others, hung up the phone.

"Brother Fan, who's looking for you?"

Xiao Fu asked, his mouth full of oil.

Before Chen Fan could answer, Wei Jixiang slapped him on the back of the head.

"Don't meddle in Brother Fan's affairs!"

"Oh, oh... I'm so sorry!"

Xiao Fu quickly lowered his head.

"Don't be so formal."

Chen Fan placed his phone on the table. "Xiao Fu, how's the person I asked you to contact last time?"

"They haven't agreed yet, but they want to meet with you, Brother Fan!"

Xiao Fu immediately became serious.

"Okay, have them set a time, I'll go when I have some free time. By the way, your group hasn't seen blood yet, has they?"

Chen Fan recalled Fang Jiexia's mention of the joint operation and couldn't help but ask another question.

"They've only just arrived in port, it shouldn't be that fast."

Xiao Fu thought for a moment and then said.

"That's fine then."

Chen Fan picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and started talking about other things.

"Someone is coming over later. His name is Big Head. He used to be a member of Hung Hing. He took the blame for the boss and spent a few years in Stanley. After he got out, he wanted to walk the straight path, but he ended up not even able to afford food."

Neither Xiao Fu nor Gao Gang spoke, but Wei Jixiang spoke first: "I've heard of this person. He used to be a ruthless character in Hung Hing, but I don't know why he disappeared later."

"I wouldn't call myself a ruthless character, but I'm definitely not very smart."

Chen Fan smiled. "I'm planning to give him a hand. Xiao Fu, Gao Gang, it's a waste of your skills to be working as doormen at a security company. How about doing something bigger?"

"Brother Fan, I don't bully good people."

Gao Gang spoke first.

"Uh, me too."

Xiao Fu was a little unsure of himself, after all, he had just pledged his loyalty, and it seemed a bit unfair to say such things now.

"Don't worry, how could I let you do evil?"

Chen Fan's expression turned serious: "Following Big Head, you'll only be fighting those thugs. Gao Gang, do you remember Sex Demon Qiang? The gang is full of scum like that. You can go and deal with them."

He paused at this point.

"I come from the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB). I often hear those scoundrels say that gangs can never be eradicated; if one boss is gone today, another will come tomorrow. But I don't think so. If they can't be eradicated, why not make them my people?"

"Brother Fan, this will cost a lot of money."

Wei Jixiang has experience in this area. "A single film shoot can cost hundreds of thousands, even millions, just in kickbacks and settlement fees. After recruiting underlings, you also have to arrange jobs for them so they can have food to eat..."

At this point, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened.

"So I'll have a group of people work at your company on a rotation system. As for those gray incomes, apart from drugs, I plan to hand them all over to you to manage."

Chen Fan finished speaking softly and looked over.

Wei Jixiang's breathing became rapid, and he finally nodded with some difficulty.

He couldn't tell if he was excited or thrilled, but his heart was pounding.

Their relationship no longer needs any guarantees.

"Brother Fan, I'm fine."

After listening attentively, Gao Gang spoke.

He has some difficulty with one leg now, but he can still beat ordinary people without any problem.

Xiao Fu nodded immediately upon seeing this.

"Me too!"

"You're the same in every way!"

Wei Jixiang laughed in anger and slapped him on the back. His own hand was sore from the impact, but Xiao Fu didn't feel anything at all, which made him even angrier.

Chen Fan's lips curled up slightly when he saw this.

Both Gao Gang and Xiao Fu have seen blood; one crawled out of the battlefield, and the other fought his way out of the underground boxing ring.

As long as they don't use guns, there are probably very few people in the entire port city who can stand up to them.

With someone like that helping Da Tou, the leaders of those Hung Hing triads really aren't up to the task.

With the support of 20 million US dollars, it may be difficult to become the leader of Hung Hing, but becoming a regional leader is not a problem.

After all, Da Tou's qualifications are genuine.