Mrs. Nie, so oblivious to everything, didn't even notice that her child had a screwdriver hidden in his crotch, leaving Nie Zhao speechless.

It's said that hiding seven inches under the armpit is something even Chen Rou has never seen before.

They were still in the port at this time, and the Indian man was still tied to the ship. He looked old and thin, at least sixty or seventy years old, but Huo Qi checked the database and found that he was only 43 years old this year, and was still a middle-aged man.

Moreover, he used to work at a crematorium, specializing in cremating corpses, until the Hong Kong government began to lay off all Indians from their positions, and he lost his job. In recent years, he has been living on welfare payments from the government.

Because he was the kind of person the gang particularly disliked, this Indian guy generally didn't leave Chungking Mansions.

However, Chungking Mansions is the most densely populated building in Hong Kong, with a daily flow of up to a staggering 100,000 people. They consisted of about seven or eight fellow villagers who formed a team and spent their days sneaking through doors and cracks to steal from the travelers inside.

The time is not yet ripe to completely eliminate them, but of course we can't let them join forces with Cheung Tze-keung. If a bunch of slippery pickpockets were to team up with Cheung Tze-keung again, they would be even more of a buff, giving Chen Rou a headache.

But if we send him to the Hong Kong police station for detention, what if there's a mole inside who secretly releases him?

Chen Ke and Yue Zhongqi are also considering this issue and have already found a solution.

Yue Zhongqi said, "We plan to send him directly to the mainland."

Chen Ke said, "We'll send them directly to the labor camp and let them undergo labor reform for a period of time."

A master of snake-style Wing Chun, a kung fu artist, was sent to a labor camp?

Believe it or not, this method is quite feasible. After all, no matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you still need legs to run.

Now, Chen Ke's rank allows him to communicate directly with prisons across the country. If they just find a remote labor camp in the Northeast or Northwest and dump him there, how could he possibly escape back from 9.6 million square kilometers of land?

But sending just one wouldn't work; what if the remaining dozen or so got in touch with Cheung Tze-keung?

But the police can't carry out large-scale operations to arrest people, and they can't arrest a large group at once. What can they do?

What is a problem for the police is not a problem for Nie Zhao.

Moreover, the methods he comes up with are always both ruthless and ingenious.

He said, "Leave this to me. These Indians have been trying to find new jobs, but local Hong Kong companies won't hire them. I'll give one of them an offer, a job. They should all be here in less than a week. Then I'll send them all to the mainland, and you can arrest them directly."

Yue Zhongqi and Chen Ke didn't know much about Indians.

Chen Ke asked, "You only hired one, how can they all come?"

Secretary An smiled and said, "You'll understand once you get to know them better. They'll all be here within a week."

The Indians' style is that as soon as someone gets a job, they will squeeze out all their colleagues and replace them with their own people. Because of this lifestyle, for several years, almost all the police officers in Hong Kong had brown faces, and the race was almost completely changed.

But the locals, of course, wouldn't stand for it. After several confrontations with the Governor's Office, they drove all the Indians away.

This incident has now come to an end.

But there's still a question: where exactly is Zhang Ziqiang's tunnel? And, so far, judging from Ji Xiaofeng's surveillance, he has shown no intention of purchasing weapons. Does that mean that weapons are hidden in the tunnel?

If that's the case, when he comes out next time, he can just pick up a gun and start a massacre.

Of course, this is not something that Nie Zhao can get an answer to immediately just by being anxious about it.

Wang Baodao, along with Ji Xiaofeng, spends every day immersed in the cesspool, desperately searching for the answer.

Ah Yuan is already asleep, and Nie Zhao should take his son home now.

Speaking of Huo Qi and Nie Jiajun's relationship, even Nie Zhao, let alone Nie Han, has some doubts.

Here's the thing: Xiao A Yuan had only been out for half a day, and not only did his skin get tanned, but being a baby, he also went swimming in the sea. After falling asleep, his forehead started to feel a little feverish. Nie Zhao had never experienced this before, and being a sensitive person, when he got home, he took his son's temperature and found that it had risen to 96.7 degrees Fahrenheit.

Fearing that his son might develop a high fever, Nie Zhao consulted a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and decided to cancel his work. He then placed his son on his chest to fall asleep while he worked from home, occasionally kissing his child and checking his temperature.

Ever since Nie Jiajun was kidnapped once, he no longer needed bodyguards and spent his days solving cases on his own, always looking disheveled. Nie Zhao never bothered with him. Right now, he was upstairs, and no one knew what he was up to. Nie Zhao didn't want to get involved anyway.

Chen Rou went out for a run or a spin, so he stayed home and spent time with his son.

But suddenly he heard a thumping sound from upstairs, along with Nie Jiajun's laughter. A Yuan had a fever again, and Nie Rong was still in the hospital. Hearing that Nie Jiajun didn't have heart or lungs, he naturally got a little angry.

He first sent a servant to knock on the door and speak to them. The servant agreed, and then it became quiet upstairs.

But after a while, the scraping sound of the floor grinding started again, and Nie Zhao got a little annoyed.

His son was sleeping soundly on his chest, and was slightly sweaty, so he didn't put him down and carried his son upstairs.

Of course, he wasn't a servant; he just walked in after the door was opened.

Nie Jiajun was wearing a vest and shorts, and because it was a swivel chair, it made a lot of noise.

But just as Nie Zhao was about to reprimand him, Huo Qi, who was also wearing Nie Jiajun's clothes, came out of the bathroom.

He was drying his hair as he walked, looking like he had just taken a shower.

Huo Qi is taking a shower in Nie Jiajun's room. What's going on? Also, when did he arrive at the Nie family's house?

Nie Jiajun wasn't that oblivious. He could tell from his uncle's expression that he had misunderstood, so he quickly explained, "Uncle, Inspector Huo is helping me. We plan to trick Yu Guangxu into coming back from the United States. This time, we'll definitely make sure he goes to jail too."

Seeing that his uncle didn't speak but just stared at Huo Qi and looked him up and down, he said again, "I've already spoken to Xi Niang, she knows."

Huo Qi nodded to the richest man, tossed the towel aside, and asked only, "Did he take the bait?"

He was asking about Yu Guangxu, a man as shrewd as his father and grandfather, who was now Zhang Ziqiang's strategist.

If we arrest him too, he can help Cheung Tze-keung now and then help others in the future. So Huo Qi is determined to get him. As for love and romance, Huo Sir is not interested in any of that right now. He is only focused on one thing: winning over the mainland police.

So, did Yu Guangxu take the bait? Will he come back?

Taking the mouse, Mr. Huo opened his email.