Hong Kong film: Refusing to go undercover, the policeman's path to becoming the richest man.

Chapter 61 Deadly Warning, Police Chess Game

Luo Zhiming pondered for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up: "Ah Chu, you mean—I actually have a powerful backer who can rival the Golden Club?"

Does he have powerful connections?

Of course!

Isn't He Chu one of them?

But that's not what he wanted to ask.

What he really wanted to say was that to achieve the current situation, he must have had a behemoth backing him up, comparable to the Gold Club.

Otherwise, how could Xinliansheng have completely cleaned up its act and gotten back on its feet in such a short time?

He Chu's lips curled into a slight smile: "What do you think?"

"If Xinliansheng didn't have anyone protecting them, who would believe it?"

Luo Zhiming frowned and said, "I hope you don't get implicated—will it drag you into this?"

He Chu laughed loudly: "I've already put it on the table."

Luo Zhiming's heart skipped a beat: "Ah Chu, this is no joke!"

"If they really start targeting you, won't our efforts to deal with the Golden Club become incredibly risky?"

In the minds of people like Luo Zhiming, He Chu was the guiding star.

To put it bluntly, without He Chu, they couldn't do anything.

He was not only the backbone, but also the brain of the entire plan and the source of everyone's confidence.

Even the support from the top boss and Huang Lao seemed less important in the face of He Chu's words.

At this moment, Luo Zhiming was truly flustered.

He Chu remained calm: "Ah Luo, don't panic."

"It was only a matter of time before my identity was exposed."

"But even if they know it's me, what can they do to me?"

Luo Zhiming was still worried: "Achu, be very careful."

He Chu explained slowly, "The Golden Club is our target for elimination. Even the top dog would have a headache if he saw those people inside."

"If we hadn't pushed for it, this case wouldn't have been filed at all."

"We can't be so naive as to think the other side is a fool."

"The Gold Club plan fell through that day; two senior bank executives died, and a group of traders were trapped inside."

"This kind of crushing defeat is unprecedented."

"Even though they are used to getting something for nothing, this time they have suffered serious damage."

"Anyone would find this unbearable, let alone them!"

"They will definitely investigate this thoroughly."

"Stocks are ultimately a zero-sum game. The fact that they lost so badly means that someone else must have made a fortune behind the scenes."

"The secrets of Yum! Funds can't be kept hidden."

"That list of dividend recipients is even less likely to be kept secret."

"The fund's cash flow has been thoroughly investigated; how could the names of the beneficiaries possibly escape their notice?"

Luo Zhiming blurted out, "You mean—they've figured out everything about our police force?"

He immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

Originally, they were acting covertly, while the other side was in the open, gaining the upper hand.

Now, everything has been exposed.

If the Gold Club turns around and targets them, can they withstand it?

He Chu replied with a relaxed expression: "That's right, the list was leaked a long time ago."

Let's see if they have the guts to go and see.

Luo Zhiming was taken aback: "Achu, what do you mean by that?"

He Chu smiled faintly: "The first five beneficiaries of the profit-sharing arrangement I made at Yum! Foundation are the Governor, the Chief Secretary, the Secretary for Justice, the Financial Secretary, and the Security Bureau —"

What?!

Luo Zhiming's eyes widened, and he could barely speak: "You—what did you say?!"

He Chu shrugged.

"The Golden Club's influence is deeply entrenched, and its titles are increasingly intimidating; just looking at them can make your legs go weak."

"If a few truly influential figures don't get involved, this operation is practically suicide."

"A case of this magnitude is simply not something a few of us small fry can handle on our own."

"Therefore, we must drag others down with us."

"Even if it's just for show, we have to get them on this boat."

Luo Zhiming finally calmed down: "You mean the Governor and his men are actually on our side?"

He Chu shook his head: "These foreigners always follow the interests of others."

If you can make money and gain political achievements at the same time, why not?

He then changed the subject: "Under normal circumstances, it would be suspicious if any triad like Xinliansheng or the Ni family could complete their transformation in such a short time—no, any triad that successfully transforms would raise suspicion."

"Others will naturally think: Why are you the only one who can get away unscathed?"

Luo Zhiming grinned: "I understand."

Those in the underworld, or certain powerful figures, are surely wondering if Xinliansheng and the Ni family have become someone's front man.

He Chu nodded slightly: "Of course, you were just front men."

"Otherwise, how could you possibly have taken over so many businesses in Hong Kong Island on your own?"

Luo Zhiming couldn't help but laugh out loud: "But that's because we have you behind us!"

He Chu shrugged: "But how would outsiders know the inside story?"

"To outsiders, things don't seem to follow this logic at all, do they?"

"How much ability do I, He Chu, have to help these two powerful figures in the underworld escape unscathed?"

There must be someone backing them up.

"Then who could this person be?"

Luo Zhiming grinned: "He must be a tall guy!"

He Chu laughed along: "Not only tall, but also strong, the kind who always sits in a prominent position in the front row during meetings."

"Maybe it's the one who speaks from the head seat."

"And so, the information about Yum! Funds was leaked out without any apparent reason."

"The Governor, the Three Departments, the Security Bureau, the Big Brother—just hearing those names is intimidating."

"Isn't it perfect that these people are your backers?"

Luo Zhiming nodded excitedly, but then frowned: "But that stock market transaction, you handled it yourself..."

"Done."

He Chu shrugged: "So, I'm a senior inspector now."

Si Luozhiming took a deep breath: "Ah Chu, your police rank didn't come easily; it was earned through real battles."

"According to your logic, the people at the Gold Club, seeing your identity, would think you earned that title by targeting their stock market manipulation?"

He Chu smiled and said, "Otherwise, what did you think?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"I have a natural talent for numbers, and I accidentally figured out their tricks. So I simply gathered everyone who had received a share, pooled our money, and went for a big gamble."

"And so, a grand drama of capital began."

"However, we are different from the Gold Club—we are all powerful figures in our respective systems. Making money is one thing, but we also have to stabilize the market and can't act recklessly."

"I've done such a great service, so getting a senior inspector title isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Luo Zhiming repeatedly replied, "Not at all, not at all!"

He Chu smiled gently: "Isn't that settled?"

"Your name, and Ah-Xiao's name, will appear in the Golden Club's files sooner or later."

"I have already instructed Ni Yongxiao on how to handle this."

"Ah Luo, you know what you should say, right?"

Luo Zhiming laughed heartily: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

He Chu reminded him, "If Sir Li invites you again next time, you should go."

"But don't be nervous, just treat it as casual conversation."

"If they want to recruit you, they have to show you something real."

"Who cares about empty talk?"

Luo Zhiming laughed loudly, "I understand! I understand everything!"

Before the laughter subsided, the phone call ended, and I felt completely at ease.

He Chu had just put down his phone when there was a knock at the door.

Yang Jinrong walked in carrying a file folder: "Brother Chu, there's some noise."

He Chu looked up at him.

Yang Jinrong adjusted his glasses: "I just received news—Huang Zhicheng is investigating Liu Jianming."

He Chu tapped the table lightly with his fingertips: "He's investigating Liu Jianming?"

"He's no longer part of the police force; he's a gangster. Why would he be targeting a serving police officer?"

"Does he have a grudge against Lau Kin-ming?"

Yang Jinrong shook his head: "As far as I know, that's not the case."

The two were completely unrelated and had never interacted.

He Chu's tone was decisive: "Anything that's abnormal is a sign of something sinister."

"Did you find anything?"

Yang Jinrong lowered his voice slightly: "I have a guess—" A rare hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

He Chu laughed: "What's there to hesitate about? Just say it if you think of it."

Yang Jinrong then spoke up: "You asked me to find out about the background of our classmates from that year."

"I've already gone through everyone's files."

"Those who went undercover, like Luo Zhiming, Wang Zhicheng, and Zhuo Kai, haven't been touched yet."

"As you mean, I will focus my investigation on those who are still on duty, especially those who are still patrolling."

He Chu asked, "Is the list for that year complete?"

Yang Jinrong nodded: "Everything is here."

He Chu pondered for a moment: "Taking our class as the axis, we go back one class and then three classes."

"Everyone who came in at the same time must be secretly checked."

"Remember, we must get to the bottom of this, but we must not let a word of it slip out."

"Investigating colleagues is a red line, even if the boss approves."

Yang Jinrong nodded emphatically: "I understand."

He really knows it.

He had been in that situation before and knew the nuances of it all.

He Chu looked at him: "Do you know why I did this?"

Yang Jinrong said in a low voice, "I have an idea—"

"Could it be that Huang Zhicheng has something to hide?"

He Chu waved his hand: "Don't talk while standing."

He pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes, handed one to her, and said, "Sit down, take your time, no rush."

Yang Jinrong said unhurriedly, "What Han Chen should be most concerned about now is to expand his power as soon as possible so that he can gain the upper hand when he competes for power with Guoliang and the other three."

He Chu nodded in agreement: "Ni Yongxiao's mind has long since left the gang; he's focused entirely on those factories."

"The so-called family business still exists in name only, but in reality, it was transferred to Han Chen long ago through the third son, Ni Jiaming."

"They're just waiting for an excuse to publicly confront each other."

"What Han Chen needs to do right now is to ensure that he can stand firm in the struggle among the Five Tigers, instead of getting distracted by other shady dealings."

"Huang Zhicheng is his most capable person, so he should be his close confidant."

Yang Jinrong narrowed his eyes and asked, "You're saying that Han Chen really knew nothing about Huang Zhicheng doing this?"

He Chu pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "Impossible."

"This isn't how the police operate."

"If you take on some jobs privately within the police force, you'll at most get a scolding."

But in the underworld, if you dare to act recklessly behind your boss's back, you've broken the rules.

"The rules—'three cuts and six holes'—aren't they just a joke?"

Yang Jinrong nodded slightly: "That makes sense."

He frowned: "But I've checked the relationship between Han Chen and Liu Jianming, and the two have absolutely no connection."

"Besides, even if there are some personal grudges, can they be more important than something as big as the struggle between the Five Tigers?"

"Logically speaking, Han Chen should be focusing all his energy on vying for the position at this time."

He Chu disagreed: "Perhaps there is something more important than the Five Tigers' battle."

Yang Jinrong was taken aback: "Is that so?"

He Chu uttered three words in a low voice: "To curry favor with the Ni family."

Yang Jinrong's eyes widened suddenly: "Trying to curry favor with the Ni family?"

He then slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Hey, that makes perfect sense!"

"As long as the Ni family is appeased, even if he loses the Five Tigers Battle, he can still maintain his footing."

He Chu nodded slightly.

"Han Chen is a cunning old fox; he dares to think what others dare not think, and he dares to do what others dare not do!"

Yang Jinrong was still puzzled: "Even if he wanted to curry favor with the Ni family, why would he need to investigate a policeman?"

He paused, his expression suddenly changing, as if he had just realized something. "Brother Chu, you mean that matter with Ni Kun?"

He Chu chuckled: "You've got that idea in mind too?"

"Ni Kun has been dead for two years."

"Isn't it a coincidence that on the very day the Five Tigers were to hand over their accounts, they were shot dead as if they were being executed?"

"Back then, Ni Kun always said: 'What goes around comes around.'"

This time it really came true.

"Ni Yongxiao investigated for two whole years, but didn't even get a clue."

Yang Jinrong frowned: "Is this really that difficult to investigate?"

He Chu handed her another Marlboro: "Just say what you think, don't beat around the bush."

Yang Jinrong smiled and said, "Then I'll be frank."

"The problem lies with Ni Kun's four bodyguards."

"I went through the case file and found that Ni Kun went to that club to listen to instrumental performances almost regularly; it had become a habit."

"For a tycoon like him who made his fortune in flour, turning his schedule into an ironclad rule is tantamount to gambling with his life."

"Of course, he's also careful; he always takes four bodyguards with him when he goes out."

"But on that particular occasion, the four bodyguards only arrived at the scene leisurely after the assassin had already made his move."

"What does that mean? Someone inside is tipping them off."

"And it wasn't just one person, it was all four of them, all rotten to the core."

He Chu smiled and said, "That's right, they must have been bribed."

"Otherwise, how could four people have failed in their duties at the same time?"

Yang Jinrong pushed up his glasses, a glint of light flashing behind the lenses: "Anyone who can bribe four bodyguards in one go is no ordinary person."

He Chu asked calmly, "Who is that?"

Yang Jinrong stated unequivocally: "Only the Five Tigers level—Gandhi, Guoliang, Wenzheng, and Black Ghost."

He Chu countered, "What about Han Chen?"

Yang Jinrong hesitated for a moment, then firmly shook his head: "It's not Han Chen."

"If he were to lay a hand on them, he would be more than happy to see Ni Yongxiao fall down with him."

He Chu smiled and said, "Go on."

Yang Jinrong was taken aback: "Are you going to continue?"

He Chu laughed heartily: "Judging from your expression, you already have a plan in mind?"

Yang Jinrong replied without hesitation, "Isn't this obvious?"

"If I were Ni Yongxiao, the first thing I would do is force those four guards to confess what happened that night."

He said seriously, "We are police officers, and we value the chain of evidence."

"But they're江湖人 (jianghu people), they don't care about evidence when they do things."

"In their system of rules, it's all about subjective judgment."

"You're the most suspicious? Then beat them until they talk."

He Chu asked with great interest, "What if they call the wrong person?"

Yang Jinrong shrugged: "I made a mistake—I'll just accept it."

"Isn't the rule of the gang that it's better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free?"

He Chu chuckled and shook his head: "Ah Rong, it's a good thing you didn't go undercover, otherwise I'm really afraid you would have cleaned up the entire Hong Kong underworld." He spread his hands, his tone somewhat playful, "If Ni Yongxiao had started a killing spree as soon as he took over, that would have been a real problem."

He paused, his expression turning cold: "Luckily he didn't do that, otherwise it would have been difficult to clear his name."

"Now we all know who the mastermind behind Ni Kun's death was—it was Huang Zhicheng who instigated Mary to do it."

"Actually, Ni Yongxiao understood this in his heart as well."

"But I reminded him that if he wanted to take the right path, he had to solve the problem in the right way."

"That's why he suppressed his anger and didn't attack Huang Zhicheng and Mary."

Yang Jinrong nodded slowly.

"That's where the problem lies."

"Han Chen doesn't know who the real killer of Ni Kun is."

"I even suspect that Huang Zhicheng was sent by him to investigate this case."

"After all, Huang Zhicheng was once an inspector in the Major Crimes Unit, and his case-handling ability speaks for itself."

"But—" Yang Jinrong frowned, a hint of absurdity on his face, "Let the mastermind investigate the murder case themselves?"

"Isn't this just too ironic?"

He Chu smiled slightly: "Maybe this is exactly what he wants."

"There is no police officer in the world who can solve 100% of cases, nor is there a detective who never makes a mistake."

"When Huang Zhicheng has done all that work, and then just says 'the trail has gone cold,' what can anyone do to him?"

Yang Jinrong's eyes sharpened behind his glasses: "I've thought of a flaw."

"The two people who ordered the murder were Huang Zhicheng and Mary."

"Huang Zhicheng is not afraid of Mary."

"Unless she doesn't want Han Chen to take over, she will never tell anyone about this."

He Chu smiled gently: "There's only one way out left."

Yang Jinrong's eyes narrowed sharply: "That's right."

"The only weakness is—"

"The murderer who did it back then."

"Those were the people Mary sent out."

Once he's caught, the truth will eventually come out.

"Mary will inevitably be implicated."

"Don't even mention her, Han Chen won't escape either."

"She is his wife, so whatever she did should naturally be attributed to him."

Even if everyone knows that Huang Zhicheng was also involved, Han Chen still has to take the blame.

Therefore, Huang Zhicheng only has one path to choose from.

Yang Jinrong pushed up his glasses and said in a low voice, "Eliminate that old assassin, cut the weeds and wipe him out completely."

"The dead can't talk."

"Even if someone knows that Han Chen killed the murderer from back then, so what?"

"How can someone prove their innocence when they're already dead?"

He Chu smiled faintly: "That's the way it is."

Yang Jinrong's voice turned cold: "So, Liu Jianming is the one who did it back then? And one of Han Chen's undercover agents planted in the police force?"

He Chu shrugged: "Most likely."

Yang Jinrong gave a wry smile: "Brother Chu, you didn't actually figure it out a long time ago, did you?"

He Chu shook his head: "Really not."

Yang Jinrong didn't believe it: "Back in our class, you were known as a social expert."

"Thanks to you, I know each of my classmates fairly well."

"But in my memory, your relationship with Lau Kin-ming was just so-so."

He Chu was taken aback: "Isn't it normal for the relationship to be just average?"

"In our class, aren't you the only one I'm truly close to?"

Yang Jinrong laughed out loud: "That's too perfunctory."

"I recently did some research and found that several people who had a grudge against you back then were later confirmed to be Han Chen's people."

"Now it seems that Liu Jianming is one of them."

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He Chu said irritably, "That only shows that you weren't paying attention in class."

"You got an A in criminal psychology? How come you lack even this basic insight?"

Yang Jinrong was shocked: "Did you already suspect him back then?"

He Chu categorically denied it: "That's not true."

"I just think that Lau Kin-ming was too preoccupied back then."

"He's not someone who's willing to tell the truth."

"If people aren't willing to open up, why should we force them?"

Yang Jinrong nodded silently.

"I see.

He infiltrated as an undercover agent; how could he possibly reveal his true feelings to anyone so easily?

He Chu said solemnly, "We need to tell the big sir about this and hear his opinion."

Yang Jinrong asked in bewilderment, "Does this kind of thing need to be reported?"

He Chu smiled and said, "Understanding the ways of the world is true learning, and being adept at human relationships is true literature."

"There aren't that many sword fights; in the end, it's all about human relationships."

"If you don't inform the officer, who will take responsibility if something goes wrong?"

"Even a high-ranking officer has his pride, right?"

"What we're doing ultimately comes down to him, so let's hear what the higher-ups have to say first."

Yang Jinrong nodded solemnly: "I will go and report to the big sir right away."

After hearing his statement, Superintendent Chen's face instantly darkened: "Idiot!"

"That bastard Han Chen actually dared to plant an informant in our police force? Has he lost his mind?"

Yang Jinrong gave a bitter smile: "Big Sir—he has planted more than one person."

"More than one?" Superintendent Chen frowned, his voice suddenly rising.

Yang Jinrong then recounted all the information he had recently gathered.

As he finished speaking, the big sir's face grew increasingly gloomy, almost as if it could drip water.

"That bastard, he's really asking for trouble!"

"Investigate! Thoroughly investigate these people's backgrounds; don't let a single one escape!"

Yang Jinrong hesitated for a moment before finally asking, "What about Huang Zhicheng?"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire.

The police officer's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his tone was even more vicious: "Huang Zhicheng? Ha, he's even worse!"

"Absolutely appalling!"

"This is a disgrace to the police force!"

A barrage of profanities rained down on him, and Yang Jinrong silently retreated to the side, sighing inwardly: "So this is how the big sir curses people—one tirade after another, even more exciting than interrogating a criminal."

But then again, this is the real daily life of a police officer—there's no such thing as gentleness and refinement; fists and profanity are commonplace.

The officer took a breath and gritted his teeth, saying, "Keep a close eye on them. Don't alert them. Play the long game."

"Catch Huang Zhicheng in the act the moment he makes a move."

Yang Jinrong whispered a reminder: "But this could put Liu Jianming in danger."

The officer glanced at him indifferently, his tone as cold as ice: "Since Liu Jianming is Han Chen's spy, then he's not one of us."

"Since they're not one of us—"

"I understand," Yang Jinrong replied immediately, asking no further questions. Having received tacit approval from his two superiors, he turned to begin outlining his plan. But how exactly?

Yang Jinrong stood by the window, a slight smile playing on his lips, a sharp glint in his eyes.

He pulled out a dedicated mobile phone, quickly typed a sentence, sent it to Liu Jianming's number, then took out the SIM card, crushed it, and threw it into the trash can.

"Liu Jianming, the move has been made. Let's see how you respond."

Just then, Liu Jianming finished his patrol and sat down to drink tea and rest at the corner ice cream parlor.

My phone vibrated.

He looked down and his heart stopped. The screen displayed only one line of text: "The truth has come out. Beware of assassins."

He dialed back abruptly, but a mechanical female voice came through the receiver: "The number you dialed is not in service—"

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my back.

Has the truth come out?

What has been exposed?

Was it because Ni Kun was killed? Or was it because my undercover identity was exposed?

Either way, it's a death sentence!

Seeing that he looked pale, his colleague asked with concern, "Aming, are you feeling unwell?"

Liu Jianming forced a smile: "It's too hot outside, I'm getting a bit of heatstroke."

"Then have something cold to calm down, and hopefully the afternoon will be peaceful."

"Peace will surely prevail," he replied with a smile, but his eyes seemed somewhat unfocused.

In just a few years, the bloodshed and turmoil of the martial arts world seemed to have faded into the distance for him.

He found that he had long been accustomed to his current life—regular and stable.

He is on duty five days a week, and occasionally participates in training on Sundays.

My circle of friends consists entirely of people with regular jobs.

Those days of street thugs seem to be shrouded in mist, impossible to see clearly.

His boss recently recommended him to transfer to the armored vehicle unit, saying it was a good opportunity and there shouldn't be any major problems.

He knew who was helping him behind the scenes: He Chu, Yang Jinrong, and Chen Yongren.

Not only him, but also his classmates who were still in military service at the same time received some help.

It's not about using connections; it's about having the ability, and the higher-ups will naturally give you opportunities.

Fair, but realistic.

He envied He Chu and the others.

They started from the same point, and now he's a senior inspector, inspector, and senior sergeant in the Major Crimes Unit.

And he himself had to respectfully call them "sir" when he saw them.

How could I not be envious?

But he also knew that he couldn't rush forward like them because he was an undercover agent.

One wrong step, and there is no going back.

Liu Jianming actually enjoys his current life quite a bit.

You don't have to be on guard against someone stabbing you in the back all day, you don't have to worry about someone sneaking into your door while you're asleep at night, and you don't have to worry about your next meal—this last point is especially important.

Many of those who hang out in gangs are starving and freezing.

Even the 13th Prince of Tsz Wan Shan, who enjoyed such a glamorous life, had times when he huddled under a bridge, freezing cold.

But he hated this kind of life.

He was an undercover agent.

What I fear most is that the police will one day discover his true identity.

Therefore, they are extremely careful in their words and actions.

Gangsters in the underworld are always swearing and using foul language; but Liu Jianming, in less than three sentences, makes people feel that he is a well-mannered and cultured young man.

Change is easier said than done.

He didn't want to be a refined person; he simply had to change.

If the truth is exposed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Now he doesn't even dare to sleep too soundly, and he doesn't even dare to talk in his sleep.

Sleeping too soundly can lead to problems. If you accidentally say something you shouldn't in your sleep, then everything will be over.

He was living a life of torment.

Sometimes I really regret taking on this task.

She lives her life wearing a mask every day, and her behavior is completely different from before.

If he hadn't committed that murder, he wouldn't be afraid to admit that he went astray when he was young and reckless—Chen Yongren's brother was the eldest son of the Ni family, and Song Zijie's brother was also a key figure in the gang, and they were both safe and sound.

He could have confessed and received leniency, hoping to gain the police's understanding.

Unfortunately, he killed Ni Kun.

This is a dead end, completely blocking any way back.

Even if you turn yourself in, you won't get forgiveness, you'll only end up behind bars.

Liu Jianming was extremely confused and could only continue to pretend day after day.

Fortunately, Han Chen never contacted him, neither calling nor texting, as if the person had never existed.

Over time, he himself became somewhat confused: "Did I really kill Ni Kun? Did I really follow Han Chen? Going to police academy—was that really my own choice?"

His only consolation right now is that his identity hasn't been exposed.

His mindset had long since changed; he now only wanted to do his job well and live a clean and honest life.

If I could marry Mary, that would be perfect.

But this is just wishful thinking.

Mary is Han Chen's woman.

This is his deepest regret—how he longed to walk alongside you, yet there was always an insurmountable wall separating them.

Then a text message suddenly struck, like a thunderbolt into his mind, so shocking that he could barely stand.

But Liu Jianming was no ordinary person. He took action to eliminate Ni Kun before he was even eighteen. He could resist the temptation of fame and fortune and hide his sharpness. Such a mindset is something that is not common.

"What was it that was exposed?"

"Was it discovered that I killed Ni Kun?"

"Or has my undercover identity as Han Chen's spy been exposed?" "If it's the former, then we have no choice but to run."

"If it's the latter, the police force should have already taken action."

"or----"

His eyes suddenly turned cold. "Or, both things have exploded."

"Let's see who finds me first."

His mind was in turmoil, but he quickly suppressed his panic and steadied his breathing.

"I feel much better, we should go on patrol now."

His colleague looked at him with concern: "The sun is scorching outside, don't try to tough it out."

"Should I ask someone else to take your place for a while?"

Liu Jianming shook his head: "No need to trouble others, everyone is already working hard."

A colleague remarked sincerely, "Ah Ming, you'll be promoted to inspector sooner or later."

He smiled and said, "Thank you for your kind words."

"I'm serious, you can definitely do it!"

The two completed the patrol together.

During the process, Liu Jianming kept a close eye on his surroundings without making a sound.

What reassured him somewhat was that there was no disturbance within the police force.

Clearly, the problem wasn't with his identity.

This relieved him.

He remains that promising young police officer.

But the thought that followed immediately made him tense:

If it wasn't that my undercover identity was exposed, then—was it that the matter of killing Ni Kun was dug up?

But this doesn't seem right either.

He couldn't understand why the police hadn't come to arrest him if that were really the case.

He saw an unbelievable news item in the newspaper:

It seems the Ni family is trying to "clean up" their image.

In this city, the affairs of the wealthy are always given priority.

Ni Yongxiao is now a figure in high society.

Although his father, Ni Kun, had a bad reputation, catching the murderer was a great gift to the Ni family.

Logically speaking, there should be a strong motive to solve the case.

But, as it turned out, all was calm.

Liu Jianming stood on the street, the sun blazing, yet he felt a chill creep up his spine.

This is a sure-fire way to make money, so why wouldn't we do it?

Liu Jianming returned to his dormitory, his mind still a jumbled mess, unable to figure out what had happened.

Did the police not receive any news at all?

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat broke out instantly: "Wait—could it be that the police didn't actually have the information at all?"

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"But someone within the Ni family knows the truth!"

"So, someone's been planning to target me lately?!"

He never took that text message as a joke.

If you really wanted to play a prank, you could have made up any excuse. Why specifically mention "the truth came out"?

This was clearly a warning being issued to him—a blatant and threatening reminder.

He immediately checked his sidearm, and only after confirming that everything was in order did he carefully tuck the gun under his pillow and breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"Who sent me this message?"

"And who knows my true background?"

His mind raced, and the logical analysis he had learned at police academy came in handy.

"It couldn't be the police."

"Even if it were just a matter of a superior officer becoming suspicious, I wouldn't be allowed to continue patrolling outside with a gun."

"The police force has the right to confiscate weapons and places even stricter control over key personnel."

"If they really suspected me of murder, would they let a suspect with a criminal record roam the streets?"

"I not only killed Ni Kun, but I also received professional training at the police academy."

"If I lose control and cause trouble, who can handle the situation?"

"Therefore, the police can be ruled out."

He then proceeded to investigate potential forces one by one.

"It couldn't be Ni Yongxiao either."

"If he knew, I would have been ambushed today, whether by gun or knife."

"In Hong Kong Island, money can make or break things."

"Ni Yongxiao has connections in both the legal and illegal worlds now. He could easily bring me down. Why bother sending a text message?"

"He'll just take action directly."

"Ni Yongxiao is out."

Liu Jianming's eyes darkened, his gaze sharp as knives: "Then who exactly is it?"

"Sister Mary?"

"I was someone she personally arranged to leave; she knows my past best."

"But if she really wanted to silence them, she would have done it long ago. Why wait until today?"

Thinking of Mary's alluring figure and mature, seductive charm, he felt a surge of heat in his heart.

"I really want to pounce on her!"

Snapped!

He slapped himself hard across the face, his voice low and growling, "You're still thinking about this at a time like this? Are you looking for death?!"

He forced himself to calm down, took a few deep breaths, and cleared his mind.

"But what if it really was Mary who posted it?"

"She and I are two grasshoppers on the same rope."

"If I fall, she won't have an easy time either."

"This text message—maybe it really is her warning!"

He sat up abruptly in bed, his expression a mixture of emotions.

"Mary reminded me that someone in the Ni family already knew that I killed Ni Kun."

"Who leaked the information?"

"Gandhi? Guoliang? Black devil? Wenzheng?"

He almost burst out laughing.

When have these guys ever been loyal to the Ni family?

The only one truly loyal to the Ni family is Han Chen. But ironically—Ni Kun was killed on Han Chen's orders by his woman, Mary. This relationship is a complete mess.

He paced back and forth in the room: "If those few really found out, what are they planning to do?"

"Are you going to use this to blackmail Han Chen?"

For a moment, he was stuck in a dead end, unable to find a way out no matter how he tried.

What he didn't know was that Ni Yongxiao had already found out who the murderer was, but he had been holding back in order to transform and clean up the family's image.

He never imagined that the police force would have known the truth even earlier than Ni Yongxiao, but due to various considerations of interest, they chose to turn a blind eye.

He was even less aware that Huang Zhicheng and Mary had already secretly reached a consensus: he must be silenced forever.

At this moment, Liu Jianming racked his brains, but only got himself more and more entangled.

Let alone him, anyone would be confused.

"We need to inform Mary and warn her to be wary of those four vicious dogs from the Ni family."

He stood up to make a call, but the phone suddenly rang and the caller ID showed: Yang Jinrong!

Liu Jianming froze, his pupils contracting slightly.

Why would he call me at this crucial moment?

He was startled.

Of course he remembered Yang Jinrong.

His impression of this person among his classmates was that he was He Chu's favorite and his abilities were ridiculously strong.

But only two years after graduation, he was promoted to inspector and joined the Major Crimes Unit of the General Headquarters.

His career started much faster than his.

"Ah Rong? What made you think of calling me? The Major Crimes Unit is so busy, how could you still remember me?"

He tried to make his tone sound friendly and envious.

to be frank.

He Chu and Yang Jinrong are indeed an enviable couple.

The one mentioned earlier is plausible; he truly rose to his position based on his abilities.

But Yang Jinrong? He was entirely helped up by He Chu.

Rumors are circulating that Yang Jinrong is lucky to have climbed the social ladder.

If it weren't for He Chu backing him up, how would he have even been able to get into the Major Crimes Unit?

"Ah Ming, you actually envy me?" Yang Jinrong looked surprised.

Liu Jianming casually replied, "A promotion, a raise, and the opportunity to take off the uniform and wear civilian clothes—who wouldn't be envious?"

"What, did you come here specifically to show off?"

Yang Jinrong didn't answer, but instead asked, "Have you heard of Huang Zhicheng?"

Liu Jianming was taken aback: "Huang Zhicheng? The one who got kicked out of the police force?"

"It seems like I saw him once at school two years ago."

Yang Jinrong nodded: "He left, but he didn't break his leg. He turned around and joined Han Chen, whom he grew up with."

Liu Jianming's eyes widened: "Huang Zhicheng and Han Chen are childhood friends? You must be joking!"

Yang Jinrong shook his head: "The information came from the informant himself, it can't be wrong."

He paused, then his tone turned serious: "I'm here to talk to you about this."

"Keep a close eye on him, Huang Zhicheng is investigating you."

"What?" Liu Jianming looked up abruptly. "He's investigating me? Is he out of his mind?"

"The paparazzi know he's investigating me, what's their motive?"

Yang Jinrong smiled gently, but his words were as cold as ice: "Those intelligence agents have the keenest sense of smell. As soon as they sense something is wrong, they immediately report it to the Major Crimes Unit."

"Since when did it become their turn to look at us?"

"After Ah Chu found out, he immediately assigned the job to me."

"We're old classmates, so of course I won't let you suffer any losses."

"Now think carefully, why did he target you?"

Liu Jianming was furious: "Who knows what's wrong with him!"

"The only connection I had with him was when we met back when the police academy was selecting undercover agents."

"At other times, we're completely unrelated!"

Yang Jinrong paused for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words, then said softly, "It is indeed a bit troublesome."

"Let me find out what he's up to and see what he's really after."

"You should also be careful and avoid any mishaps during patrols, so as not to give anyone any reason to accuse you."

"You have to be extra careful after you finish work, so you don't give yourself away."

Liu Jianming thanked him repeatedly, saying, "Arong, you're really kind!"

Yang Jinrong waved his hand: "What kind of relationship do we have? Talking about this makes us seem too distant."

"Call me immediately if anything happens, remember that, don't be careless."

Liu Jianming nodded repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, his face darkened.

"Was the person investigating me Huang Zhicheng?"

"What does he want to do?"

Wang Zhicheng put down his phone, his eyes somewhat vacant.

His girlfriend, Zhao Zhao, leaned closer and rested her shoulder on his shoulder: "Acheng, have you been too tired lately?"

"Did Brother Feilong assign you work again?"

"How about we mention it to Brother Long and ask him to switch to an easier job?"

Wang Zhicheng smiled and shook his head: "It has nothing to do with Brother Long."

He gently patted the back of her hand: "Get up, let's go to the new world."

Zhao Zhao pressed herself even closer, hugging his back and refusing to let go.

This man always had a way of captivating her, making her unable to look away, and he was so close to her that her heart melted.

It took him a while to come to his senses: "Huh? You mean go to the new world?"

New World Shopping Mall on Hong Kong Island is a well-known shopping center, and she immediately became alert: "What are we going there for?"

Wang Zhicheng sighed: "I'll go with you, silly girl."

"Shall we go together?" Zhao Zhao's eyes widened. "Are you going to buy me something?"

Wang Zhicheng nodded with a smile: "Aren't you getting up yet? What are you dawdling for?"

Zhao Zhao immediately let go and nimbly rolled over and got out of bed.

But it was two hours later when the two of them finally stepped into the new world.

When women go out, they inevitably have to put on makeup and choose clothes and accessories; this is something that can't be rushed.

Walking in the mall, Zhao Zhao couldn't help but mutter, "Why did you suddenly come shopping with me?"