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

Zhao Longxing glanced subconsciously at the photo and number on his ID, then looked away, stiffening his neck as he said, "I'm just going to work honestly, that's not illegal, is it, officer?"

"Going to work is not illegal."

Chen Fan took the documents back.

"But your company is backed by Hung On-yee, dealing in 'second-rate agents' and arms. You dare say you haven't heard a single thing about it?!"

Zhao Longxing's expression changed, and his lips trembled slightly, but he still tried to keep up a brave front.

"I don't know, I'm just a delivery person!"

"Running errands?"

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"You can fool me now, but can you fool yourself?"

Zhao Longxing fell silent, his eyes fixed on the ground.

Chen Fan ignored him and continued, "When you did these things, did you ever think about your younger brother? He worked so hard to get into the police academy, and now he's finally joined the Major Crimes Unit. His future is bright."

"If you work for a gang and something happens to you, do you expect him to handcuff you and take you back?"

"Seriously! Do you even have a brain?!"

Chili's temper flared up again, and she grabbed Zhao Longxing's collar: "I can forgive myself for being dragged into this by you, but have you ever thought about Mother! She raised the two of us all by herself, do you know how hard that was for her?! Are you trying to drive her to her death?!"

"I--"

Zhao Longxing opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Chili punched him in the shoulder.

"Wake up, boss!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to see you in the morgue one day!!"

Zhao Longxing was a little taken aback by what was said.

His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Do you think I wanted this?!"

He flung Chili's hand away: "What can I do?! I'm bad at studying, I don't have any skills, and when I go out to find a job, people think I'm uneducated, inexperienced, and too old! What can I do?!"

I don't want to be a waitress forever, I don't want to be trampled on and live a life at the mercy of others! I want to make something of myself, I want my mother to live in a big house!

After the outburst, the two brothers fell silent.

"You want to make something of yourself? No problem."

Chen Fan spoke up at this moment, saying, "But you can't involve your family members; that's the bottom line."

He took out his phone from his pocket, found a number, and then showed the screen to Zhao Longxing.

"This is a friend of mine's phone number. He runs a security company, a legitimate business. If you're sure about it, call this number."

Zhao Longxing looked up for a moment, then lowered his head again.

He has a very good memory.

Chen Fan took the phone back. "I won't force you to betray Hong Anyi. For Chili's sake, as long as you step back, we'll pretend the past never happened. There's still a chance to turn back. Whether you choose to do so or not is up to you."

After saying this, he turned to the chili peppers beside him and said:

"Let's go!"

Chili took a deep breath. "Boss, if you continue working for Hong An-yi, don't ever come home again. I don't have a boss like you, and Mom doesn't have a son like you either."

After saying that, he turned around and followed Chen Fan, striding forward.

Zhao Longxing watched the two figures from behind and slowly squatted down.

blah blah blah!

The comic book tucked into his waistband fell down, and looking at the incredibly familiar cover, he suddenly felt lost.

On the other side, inside the car.

"Brother Fan, do you think my boss will come back?"

"have no idea."

Chen Fan gripped the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "He chose this road himself. Whether he takes it or not, and which road he takes, is his business. You can stop him for a while, but you can't stop him forever."

Chili nodded, and after a long silence, he suddenly said, "Brother Fan, thank you so much. You're a great older brother and a great boss..."

"Don't be so mushy, we're all brothers, your business is my business."

Chen Fan chuckled and cursed, and the atmosphere in the carriage became more relaxed.

Chili scratched her head, as if she had just thought of something: "Brother Fan, what exactly is going on between you and Inspector Fang...?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't, or you'll be sent back to police academy!"

"Wow, isn't that a bit too harsh?"

.....

.....

At the same time, on the other side of the port city.

When Chen Guobang opened the door, the living room lights were on.

He paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already midnight.

By this time, his wife would usually be asleep.

But at this moment she was sitting on the sofa, with a document on the coffee table in front of her. On the white paper, several large black characters were particularly glaring.

Chen Guobang stood at the door, still holding the doorknob, his gaze fixed on the document.

"Wife, what is this...?"

"Divorce Agreement"

The woman raised her head, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't cry; instead, her voice was very calm.

"I've already signed it. Take a look, and if you have no objections, then sign it."

Why?

"Why?! How dare you ask why?"

She stood up, her face filled with hatred: "Chen Guobang, you do the math yourself, how much time have you spent at home this month?"

"Wife, I—"

"I'm not your wife, I'm your tenant! No, even a tenant has to say something to their spouse! I'm not even as good as a tenant!"

"well...."

Chen Guobang sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

After saying those three words, he picked up a pen and wrote his name on the agreement.

The woman finally couldn't hold back anymore, slapped him hard across the face, and then grabbed her pre-prepared luggage and rushed out the door.

She doesn't want a divorce.

Chen Guobang was the only one left in the room, sitting blankly on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another.

He didn't know how much time had passed before he picked up the phone.

"Is Rick asleep?"

"Not yet, what's wrong?"

"Let's go out for a drink."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Where?"

"Yuen Long, the usual place."

"it is good."

Half an hour later, in Yuen Long.

Inside a tea restaurant located on a street corner.

There were no customers left at this time. The owner leaned against the counter, dozing off, his head nodding.

When Chen Guobang pushed open the door, Peng Yixing had already arrived.

"You're here?"

Peng Yixing raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Chen Guobang's face, before pushing the glass of wine in front of him forward.

"You don't look well. What happened?"

"It's nothing."

Chen Guobang shook his head, picked up his drink, and took a big gulp. "Why didn't you order anything to eat?"

"I'm waiting for you."

Peng Yixing chuckled softly, then called to the owner to bring out some snacks to go with the drinks.

Neither of them were talkative people, so they ate and drank in silence.

Someone once said that the more you drink, the more sober you become, and the more miserable you are.

Chen Guobang was in this state at that moment.

No matter how much he drank, he showed no signs of drunkenness; on the contrary, his eyes became even clearer.

"Rick!"

"Um?"

Peng Yixing was already slightly tipsy.

"I've found a trading point for that group."

"Oh? Should we call Afan along?"

"No need. I'll go alone this time. I won't do anything special, just investigate and find out what's going on before making a decision."

After Chen Guobang finished speaking, he suddenly smashed the wine bottle on the ground.

boom!

"Rick, I don't regret it!!"