I heard that it was this old man's son who killed his aunt. Chen Ke had to use all his self-control to stay calm.

Although Master Er did not know Chen Ke's identity, he was very enthusiastic towards him, saying, "Officer Chen is truly a promising young man."

Chen Ke said, "I am thirty years old by the traditional Chinese age reckoning, so I am not young. You are mistaken."

After walking a while, Grandpa Er had to add another compliment: "Your traditions haven't changed even now."

Chen Ke didn't quite understand and thought the other party was saying that their weapons were too outdated. He explained, "We also have some powerful equipment that is not suitable to be displayed in public, but our ability to carry out missions is unquestionable."

Grandpa Er nodded and said, "I've seen both the KMT and the Communist armies back then, but the KMT's style was that there were always dance halls and opium dens near their camps, but your Communist army didn't have that back then. And now I see that the tradition is still there."

This old man had actually seen a Nationalist army camp?

Seeing Chen Ke's confusion, Master Er smiled and explained, "I was young in the 1940s and went to the mainland many times. I have vivid memories of it."

An elderly man who had visited mainland China in the 1940s would have been particularly agitated if Chen Rou hadn't said that his son had killed Chen Juan. He would have even wanted to grab the man's hand, call him "elder," and have a proper chat with him.

But because Chen Rou had given him a heads-up, he composed himself and pointed, "We've arrived at your accommodation."

However, in front of the row of asbestos-roofed houses stood two rows of simply dressed international police officers wearing leg wraps.

Master Er shook Chen Ke's hand again: "Thank you for your hard work."

Although he was polite, Brother Chicken and his men were like scattered soldiers. When they arrived at the barracks that Wang Baodao had arranged for them, they exclaimed, "This looks like it's been robbed by pirates. How can anyone live here?"

Ah Wei also said, "Grandpa, the cotton quilts they use look cold and uncomfortable."

Actually, with just a bed, a table, and a washbasin, and the room kept spotless—reflecting military discipline—it was already quite good.

Master Er clearly sensed Chen Ke's lack of enthusiasm and seriousness, and reprimanded Brother Ji: "Brother Ji, don't be so presumptuous!"

Then he looked at his men: "Silence! Shut up! Go and clean your rooms!"

That's how people in the underworld are; if you give them a little face, they'll take advantage of you and push their luck.

But if you're a bit harsh and serious with them, they'll immediately tuck their tails between their legs and behave themselves.

Chicken Brother quickly directed everyone to settle the refrigerator, tea table, and the food they had brought.

Chen Rou had disappeared, and Chen Ke happened to run into Song Yuanchao. Putting aside his bald head, he had to ask about Master Er's situation. Although Song Yuanchao was used to it, in Chen Ke's eyes, Master Er was a veteran criminal.

Upon hearing that Chen Xianhai, the leader of the largest gang in Taiwan, the Bamboo Union, was just a minor figure in this old man's gang, even though he felt sorry for the old man's thin and trembling appearance, he couldn't help but look at him with hatred.

It's already evening, so of course we need to prepare dinner.

Because cheap pork is scarce here, and chicken and beef are relatively expensive, they usually eat meat only once every two days, and generally only frozen chicken. To entertain guests who have come from afar, Chen Ke sent someone to urgently buy a few more chickens today. Of course, it wasn't like usual; they just added it to dishes, stewed it with potatoes or radishes, or made it into a stir-fried big plate of chicken. To Er Ye's men, it was practically meager, but for Chen Ke and his men, it was like a New Year's treat.

Chen Ke led Song Yuanchao around aimlessly, but couldn't find Chen Rou. He wondered, "Where did my cousin go?"

Song Yuanchao also found it strange: "Miss Chen is not usually like this. Why did she leave without saying goodbye?"

Chen Ke added, "There's coffee, potato chips, and corn chips, so let her have something to eat before the meal."

He saw Master Er off and then couldn't find Chen Rou anymore. Unfortunately, the park was huge, and he wandered around and around but still couldn't find her.

But Song Yuanchao suddenly cleared his head and exclaimed, "Damn it!"

He immediately added, "I know where Miss Chen went. I'll go find her. Captain Chen, you go and entertain Master Er."

Just as Chen Ke was about to ask where the others were, Song Yuanchao also ran away.

This is a fairly large port, with dormitory areas, factories, warehouses, and various functional areas.

Song Yuanchao jogged through the dormitory area until he reached a gate where two soldiers were guarding it. Upon seeing him, no one asked for the password; instead, the two men exchanged a glance and laughed, saying, "Brother Song, have you become a monk?"

They were all his comrades, people he knew. Song Yuanchao nodded to his comrades and entered the courtyard.

There was a two-story building in the courtyard, which should have been a dedicated telegraph room. A man wearing an old-fashioned brick-blue military uniform, with patches on his clothes and his trousers flared out, was looking in a certain direction with his back to Song Yuanchao.

Song Yuanchao approached step by step, and finally tried calling out, "Second Master?"

The other person turned around in response, and sure enough, it was Song Yuanchao's familiar face, and his tone was exactly the same as before: "Get lost!"

But upon hearing that familiar word "get lost," Song Yuanchao breathed a sigh of relief and almost collapsed to the ground.

In fact, he had always secretly suspected that Nie Yao had probably been sent to the Philippines.

He had considered that he should be with Chen Ke and the others, but he couldn't imagine what it would be like for the stubborn and difficult second master of the Nie family to be with these people. However, he recognized the other party after just one glance from afar.

Regardless of his temperament, the Second Master of the Nie family had undergone a complete transformation in his attire alone.

Song Yuanchao was very excited because he had also wondered if the boss would just kill the person outright.

Many times he couldn't help but want to ask Chen Ke if Nie Yao was here.

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