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Chapter 84 Arrangements (4K, please subscribe!)

the next day.

After a night of fermentation, the V incident has become a hot topic of discussion.

The Hong Kong police responded very quickly, summoning reporters from major television stations and newspapers to hold a press conference that was broadcast live throughout.

The Deputy Commissioner of Police personally stood by, first condemning V's misdeeds, and then expressing condolences for Dean Magellan's ordeal.

In any case, we absolutely cannot take the blame for this; let's determine the nature of the matter first.

Then it was Hou Shaorong's turn to perform.

"Fellow citizens and friends from the media."

Today I stand here not as a police superintendent, but as an ordinary person—an ordinary person who has been maliciously slandered and unjustly defamed.

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the reporters below the stage, his eyes slightly reddening.

Yesterday, a criminal calling himself V hijacked the television station's signal through illegal means.

In that illegally broadcast footage, he mentioned my name, linking me to a horrific crime.

"I here, in front of all the citizens of Hong Kong, solemnly declare—"

That's a stain on me! An insult to my uniform, to my more than ten years of police service!

The sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly from the audience shone on his face, and beams of white light shone on his face.

Hou Shaorong took out a stack of documents from his briefcase and held them high so that all the cameras could capture them.

"These are my asset declaration records, all income details over the past ten years, every single one of which is verifiable."

"I only have HK$220,000 in my bank account."

The house I live in was assigned by the police station, and the car I drive is a Toyota that I bought ten years ago.

If I really had participated in the human organ trafficking trade that V mentioned, if I had really taken that dirty money, would I still be standing here, living in a dormitory, driving an old car, and living this kind of life?

His voice choked with emotion by the end, and his eyes were red as if he were about to burst into tears.

"I know some citizens might say he's a policeman, and you can't trust what the police say."

Hou Shaorong pursed his lips.

"I understand everyone's thoughts. Over the years, the police force has indeed produced a lot of scum."

But what I want to say is that not every police officer is a bad person; it's everyone in uniform who will sell their soul.

He straightened his back, and his voice became firm and loud.

"I am willing to accept any investigation by the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) and to disclose any of my private information, as long as that madman hiding behind the mask is exposed and my innocence is restored."

At the deputy director's signal, the shills who had been hiding among the reporters immediately clapped, and the atmosphere became incredibly lively.

Regardless of how many people watching on television will believe it, this operation has at least salvaged some of the police force's precarious reputation.

Just then, Hou Shaorong raised a hand, signaling for quiet.

Once the applause subsided, he said with utmost seriousness, "Finally, I would like to say a few words to that criminal who calls himself V."

He stared intently at the camera lens in the center, his gaze incredibly sharp.

"Do you think you can do whatever you want just by hiding behind a mask? Do you think you can undermine the credibility of the Hong Kong Police Force with a few illegally recorded videos? That's wishful thinking!!"

Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law, not a place where a madman like you can do whatever you want.

I will personally apprehend you, remove your mask, and send you to prison—this is a promise I make in my capacity as a police officer.

After saying this, Hou Shaorong took a step back, bowed deeply to the camera, straightened up, and turned to leave amidst a barrage of flashes.

at the same time.

Inside the Central Police Station.

"Why are there still no clues?! What are you all doing?!"

Commissioner Raymond, who rushed back to the port city, started cursing loudly, and no one dared to utter a sound.

Uncle Biao stood to the side with his head down, but his expression was much more relaxed.

"Speak up! Are you all mute? What are we going to do about this case? Don't you have any ideas? Inspector Dong, where's your trusted aide?"

"Huh? Ka-Kui is still here..."

"another!"

"Oh... Afan and his men are still looking for clues."

"Bring him back to the police station! Young people should take on more responsibility if they're capable!"

Raymond turned to go back to his office, just as Uncle Biao's phone rang.

"Feed? Avan? What?! You found Dean Magellan's body?!"

As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Quickly, ask him where he is!"

Raymond's face flushed red. "Also, tell him not to move around..."

"Ah Fan, where are you? Kowloon... Okay, I'll take some men there right away!"

"Remember, whatever you do, don't disturb the scene!"

"Don't worry, Director, how could Afan make such a basic mistake?"

A rare smile appeared on Uncle Biao's face.

Once the body is found, the blame will no longer fall on the Central Police Station, especially since the location is in Kowloon.

"The last person you trusted hasn't come back yet!"

Raymond snorted irritably, then yelled at the others, "What are you all standing there for?!"

"Yessir!"

Half an hour later, outside an abandoned tenement building in Kowloon.

The sky had completely darkened, and a few makeshift searchlights illuminated the entire building in a stark white light.

The area outside the police cordon was crowded with reporters who had rushed to the scene, their camera shutters clicking incessantly.

When Raymond got out of the car, he walked so fast that Uncle Biao almost couldn't keep up.

He walked across the cordon, his footsteps crunching on the gravel road, his expression a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

"Where is the body?"

"Third floor, Inspector Chen is watching from upstairs."

Ma Jun straightened his body.

Raymond nodded slightly and hurried up the stairs.

The tenement building has been abandoned for at least ten years, with its walls peeling badly and hardly anyone living around it.

Upon arriving on the third floor, he immediately spotted Chen Fan standing at the door.

"Afan, this is our director."

"Hello, Director Lin!"

Chen Fan stood at attention and saluted.

"Yes, thanks to you this time."

Raymond nodded slightly: "The body is inside?"

"That's right."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he turned sideways and pushed the door open, and a stench immediately hit him.

The inside was illuminated by the flashlight beam.

Magellan's body was found stuffed into a rusty iron cage, in an unusually contorted position.

His eyes were still open, but his pupils were cloudy, and his mouth was wide open.

Raymond stood at the door for a long time, but ultimately did not go in.

He reached out and patted Chen Fan on the shoulder: "You should get some rest now."

After saying that, Raymond Ray turned and waved to the group of Major Crimes Unit members following behind him: "What are you all standing there for? Seal off the scene! Notify the forensic department! Nobody is allowed to touch anything inside, understand?"

Everyone agreed in unison and began to get to work separately.

Uncle Biao didn't follow along, but instead pulled Chen Fan aside.

"Afan, this case is too big for you to handle alone, and the chief also needs it for his work. Don't do anything foolish!"

"Uncle Biao, do I look like that kind of person?"

Chen Fan said calmly, "Finding the body was just a coincidence. I'd love to rest anyway."

"It's best if you think that way."

Uncle Biao showed a hint of guilt: "Don't worry, once this is over, I'll talk to the director and guarantee you a promotion to inspector."

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Biao."

"Why are you being so polite with me? You must be tired these past few days. Take your people to rest first. You might have a lot to do next."

That afternoon.

Chen Fan said goodbye to Fang Jiexia and the others.

After being busy for so long, I can finally continue to arrange the next steps.

He first went to the gun club.

Pushing open the soundproof door, Peng Yixing was the only one at the shooting range.

He stood at the firing position, with dozens of empty shell casings scattered on the table in front of him, and even more on the ground.

Sensing someone approaching from behind, Peng Yixing did not turn around, his finger still pulling the trigger.

Shot after shot, the pace was rapid and dense, the target was already riddled with bullet holes, the very center area was smashed, revealing the wooden planks behind it riddled with holes.

Chen Fan stood at the shooting position next to him, picked up a gun, and pulled the trigger at the target.

The two fought side by side for a while until the magazine was empty, at which point Peng Yixing put down his gun and let out a long breath.

Did you watch today's press conference?

Chen Fan also put down his gun and turned his head to look at him.

"Of course I watched it. It's a shame that guy didn't become an actor."

Peng Yixing sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "Afan, the sight of his face makes me want to shoot, the more I think about it, the more unbearable it becomes! Brother Bang died at their hands, and these scumbags are wearing suits and ties, standing in front of the camera pretending to be victims? I—"

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"no."

Chen Fan shook his head slightly: "At least not now. If we kill him like this, all our previous efforts will have been wasted."

"You tell me, I'll listen to you!"

Peng Yixing took several deep breaths to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

"That old bastard Magellan hid something in his house, and I'm going to go and get it."

"I'll go with you!"

"No, this time I'm going alone."

Chen Fan refused, saying, "If those people are smart, they will definitely use this as bait to lure us in."

"What if they destroy the things?"

Peng Yixing frowned and asked.

"This was Magellan's way of saving his life; no one else knew its location except him."

Chen Fan said solemnly, "If we can't find those people, the most likely explanation is that they're lying in ambush, waiting for us to come to us. It doesn't matter if I'm alone, but it won't work if I take you with me."

Peng Yixing pursed his lips.

If someone else had said that, he would definitely have disagreed, but after witnessing Chen Fan's abilities, he was speechless.

"You have more important things to do."

"What?"

"Prepare a few more guns these next few days, make sure they're clean, and keep an eye on Hou Shaorong to figure out his movements."

Peng Yixing stared at him for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

"good!"

"These things have to be done sooner or later, so it's always better to prepare in advance than to cram at the last minute."

Chen Fan reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Rick, Old Chen won't have died in vain, but revenge can't be rushed."

Those people should die knowing why they deserved to die.

Peng Yixing pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and crushed it forcefully.

"I see."

Chen Fan nodded, picked up the car keys on the table, and prepared to leave.

After taking two steps, he turned back.

"Remember, don't act rashly. You're not doing this alone; you still have me as your friend."

Peng Yixing didn't speak, but nodded vigorously.

After leaving the gun club, Chen Fan didn't go back, but instead headed to the company.

Tsim Sha Tsui.

Star Chow Security Limited is located on the third floor of an industrial building in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Chen Fan parked the car and went upstairs through the side door.

The office at the end of the corridor was still lit, and you could hear voices coming from inside through the door.

When he pushed the door open, Wei Jixiang was hunched over his desk eating his boxed lunch.

Xiao Fu was squatting in the corner doing push-ups, while Gao Gang was sitting against the wall, constantly flipping through a comic book.

"Brother Fan!"

Upon seeing Chen Fan, Wei Jixiang immediately put down what he was holding and came over to greet him.

Xiao Fu and Gao Gang also stopped what they were doing.

They received prior notice and have all rushed over.

"Where's Big Head?"

Chen Fan nodded slightly, then asked.

"In the back."

Wei Jixiang pointed to another door, and as soon as he finished speaking, a figure walked out.

That's the big head.

He was wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt, the cuffs stretched taut by his muscles, and he looked many times more energetic than before.

"Brother Fan!"

"Um."

Chen Fan sat down in the largest boss's chair. "I heard from Xiao Fu that you're already the boss in Mong Kok. How does it feel to be the big boss?"

"Thanks to Brother Fan."

Big Head scratched the back of his head, his face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

"After Leung Kwan died, many of his men scattered. I did as you said, shifted the blame to Tung Sing, and then led my men to wipe out all their establishments in Mong Kok. The boss has already agreed to let me take over."

"Yes, although Mong Kok may not be as lucrative as Causeway Bay or Tsim Sha Tsui, it has a large flow of people. If you manage it well, it won't be any worse than other branches."

"Don't worry, Brother Fan, I'll definitely do my job well!"

"Don't be too happy yet. Your foundation is not stable right now, but I don't have time to let you climb step by step slowly."

Chen Fan stared at Da Tou and said, "For the next six months, you should focus on building relationships with the leaders of other branches, and then do more work and gain more prestige within the organization. If you need manpower, just tell Ji Xiang."

"Okay...I'll do my best!"

"It's not just 'try our best,' it's 'definitely!' Anyone who dares to block our way, let Xiao Fu take care of them, understand?"

"Understood!"

"Um,"

Chen Fan nodded slightly, then turned to look at Wei Jixiang.

"What about the company side?"

"Everything is normal at the company."

Wei Jixiang quickly replied earnestly, "Brother Fan, I added some of the money you gave me last time to the company account, and the rest, as you said, was distributed to the brothers who went to the gang and followed Da Tou as resettlement allowances."

After saying that, he started complaining again.

"Those guys brought over by the big boss are a bit disobedient and hard to manage."

"Give this to Wang Jianjun. By the way, have you gotten their identities sorted out yet?"

"It's almost ready. It should arrive next week. It's through official channels, so there won't be any problems."

"Hmm, from now on, the company will use the name of Hung Hing's Big Head to take on business. That will make things much easier, and acquiring land will be more legitimate. By the way... don't we still need a lawyer?"

"Yes, yes, Brother Fan, I've already reminded him..."

"Shut up, I'll go look again."

Chen Fan stood up from his chair: "That's enough for today. You all do your jobs well and don't let me down."