Even though there were so many police at the scene, Han Chen was not afraid. He even greeted Zhang Pin with a smile.

"This is Inspector Wong Chi-shing from the West Kowloon Anti-Gangster Unit, and this is Senior Inspector Cheung Pin from the Wan Chai Crime Unit."

He Wenzhan waited for several people to finish greeting, and then introduced the two of them.

"Inspector Huang!"

"Inspector Zhang!"

Zhang Pin had a strange look on his face. He looked at the fake foreign devil, and then looked at Han Chen who was still smiling on his face. It seemed that these two guys were mortal enemies, but now they seemed to be quite harmonious.

Huang Zhicheng also had a strange look on his face. If we were to say who is the most outstanding police officer in the Hong Kong Island Police Force recently, then it must be Zhang Pin in front of him. In just over half a year, he has been promoted from a police officer to a senior inspector, achieving the rank of police officer.

The record set by five jumps in a row is not only unprecedented, but it is also very likely that no one who comes after will be able to achieve it.

"Okay, Brother Zhan, since you are here, you will handle the rest. I will go home first and have to go to work in the afternoon."

In the interrogation room of the West Kowloon Police Station, Huang Zhicheng was carrying several portions of barbecued goose and other snacks.

"Come on, come on, I just added some roasted goose legs for you."

There were many people in the interrogation room, including Han Chen, Bold Bold and Mary. The three of them didn't think there was anything wrong with this place. Before they had time to eat, they were interrupted by a shootout at Yunlai Tea House.

Then, after the police force arrived, he was suspected by the police force because of his skill in saving Huang Zhicheng from the bearded man, so he entered the situation.

Fortunately, He Wenzhan and their old acquaintances from the Crime Unit did not let them come to the police station at first, but Huang Zhicheng thought this was an opportunity and pulled them in.

After entering the interrogation room, he learned that the three of them were hungry, so he hurriedly packed lunch boxes for them.

"Thank you for today. Without you, I probably wouldn't be able to serve you food here. Instead, I would have to cover myself with the national flag."

"Wherever, the police officer seems to be blessed with good fortune, how could he die in the line of duty so easily."

Han Chen's mouth was not idle, and his mouth was also not idle. The two of them went back and forth, chatting happily.

Da Dao and Mary on the side lowered their heads and were only focused on eating, with no intention of talking.

Han Chen's attention was entirely focused on Huang Zhicheng, especially after he learned that the other person was the leader of the West Kowloon anti-gang group, his face became even more enthusiastic.

Because he had just made some money from the Ni family recently, he occupied a piece of land outside the Royal Palace Restaurant in Tai Hing Estate, Tuen Mun, specifically for valet parking. However, he was frequently raided by the police, and the people who were dispatched happened to be Xi

The anti-gang unit of the Kowloon Police Station.

Huang Zhicheng's attention was not completely focused on the other party. He turned to look at Mary from time to time, and then quickly turned his head away before anyone noticed. Then sometimes he asked about the bold situation, very curious about the other party's skills.

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He thought that he was looking very covertly, so he was not noticed by others, but he did not notice that Mary's head was getting lower and lower, and she was unwilling to raise it later.

"Achen, I can call you that."

As they chatted, Huang Zhicheng felt that the time was almost right, so he considered opening his mouth.

"My pleasure, Officer Huang."

"I know, you have been very prominent recently. You are one of the five leaders of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui."

As soon as these words came out, the three people who were eating stopped picking up vegetables and rice, and then raised their heads to look at each other.

"Don't be nervous. I can see that you guys are quite good. When I was lying on the ground just now, I couldn't help but think that if Tsim Sha Tsui was your territory, it would be much easier for us police officers."

Huang Zhicheng sat down next to him, lit a cigarette and started smoking. Then when he saw Mary covering her nose with her hand, he put out the cigarette on the table, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Sir Huang, don't be joking. I'm a newbie here, how can I get a position? Besides, Mr. Ni gave me the opportunity. If I betray him, am I still a human being? You will look down on me, too."

Only now did Han Chen know the reason why Huang Zhicheng was so enthusiastic. He felt a little guilty. He refused simply, but something called ambition also emerged in his heart.

"I knew you would be like this. It seems that I did not misjudge the person. However, I remind you that when working for the Ni family, you cannot rely solely on loyalty."

Han Chen smiled, put the chopsticks in his hands on the table, and picked up a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"Well, Chief Huang, it's almost night now, and we have to start work after parking, so we'll leave first."

Mary and Daring beside them also put down their chopsticks at the same time and prepared to leave together.

Huang Zhicheng, who was peeking at Mary, looked at his watch and found that it was only after five o'clock.

"It's so early, let's talk some more."

He was a little reluctant to give up.

"I'm full, but I have a little brother who wants to eat too."

While Han Chen was talking, he was also packing the lunch boxes on the table.

"Then there's no need to clean up. You can leave first."

The three of them walked to the door and were about to leave when Huang Zhicheng called out to them again.

"Hey, Achen, we can be considered friends now."

Han Chen had a smile on his face.

"Of course, Sir Huang, I will come and have dinner with you next time when I have time."

Huang Zhicheng also laughed, and then pointed to the other side.

"Would you like to take you through the back door?"

He was obviously worried that leaving the police station would affect the other party's prestige. After all, people who work in the street are more taboo about the police station.

"The regulations don't stipulate that you can't be friends with the police. I'll just go through the front door. I'm used to it."

Han Chen looked very free and easy, waved his hand and walked outside.

I have to say that after so many years, especially after taking the position recently, he has become more and more powerful.

After seeing the three people leaving, especially Mary at the back, who disappeared from his sight, Huang Zhicheng lit a cigarette again. In the smoke, he remembered the black color he saw when he fell to the ground.

Yes, the more important reason why he chose to be friends with Han Chen was of course Mary. Otherwise, you would think that a policeman wearing a fake foreign devil skin could look down on a gangster.

You can't blame the fake foreign devil for not being human, it's just because my sister-in-law is too charming.

Zhang Pin, who arrived at a high-end apartment at this time, naturally did not know what happened next. If he had known that Huang Zhicheng had become friends with Han Chen, he would definitely lament the inertia of history.

But he doesn't know it now, and he doesn't have time to understand these things, because the person who entered the house with him was Director Chen.

"Call me Lingling. I told you last time that you are too murderous. Just like in the teahouse today, shouldn't your police mainly focus on subduing criminals? I see that you are aiming your guns at others' vital points."

When Chen Lingling came down, she happened to see the bearded man being subdued. In her opinion, this was what the police should do.

"You lack a way to vent."

When she said this, she took off her glasses, and the expression on her face was unclear.

"No, I just like the way you look with glasses."

"Well--"

Director Chen's mouth was gagged, and soon after, the curtains in the bedroom were pulled up, blocking the view inside.

...

"Morning, I'm going to work first. How about you, do you want to have a day off today?"

The next day, Zhang Pin woke up from bed and saw that it was already ten o'clock, so he was ready to get up and go to work.

Chen Lingling took the glasses from the bedside that she had taken off before resting and put them on. Then she glanced at the time and reached out to hold Zhang Pin, who was about to get dressed.

"You're already late anyway, so you just leave?"

Zhang Pin turned his head and looked over. The other person deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

"Didn't you say it was too painful last night?"

Zhang Pin put down the clothes in his hands, smiled and reached out to touch the other person's face.

"Last night was last night. Didn't you get some sleep now?"

Maybe some people like mature women? Zhang Pin threw the shirt in his hand to the ground and got under the quilt again.

...

By the time Zhang Pin walked into the Wan Chai Police Station, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

"Sir, morning."

"Brother Pin, where were you last night? The shooting at Yunlai Teahouse was such a sensation. Why didn't you leave some soup for our police station?"

The only one who still dares to talk to him like this now is Song Zijie.

"Tang, tang, tang, you just want to drink soup, right? In the shooting case, someone selling arms, you thought it was just a house game. For such a dangerous thing, don't you think your life is too long?"

When he saw the face that was somewhat similar to Brother Ma in appearance and temperament, he already remembered the scene behind him, the Dangerous Detective.

The other party is really cruel, not only cruel to the enemy, but also to his own people.

He didn't remember much about the scenes that followed. The only thing he remembered was that it was indeed an arms case. Regardless of whether he was a good guy or a villain, the bullets in the guns seemed to have unlimited firepower. The battle scenes that followed were also very intense, and the explosions never stopped.

So after He Wenzhan expressed his intention to work together, he immediately refused and went home.

Well, I went back to Chen Lingling’s house.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Song Zijie, who was encouraged by everyone to come here, walked out dejectedly.
To be continued...