As it was getting dark and Wan Daozi still hadn't called, she dialed Wan Daozi's number after Nie Zhao didn't answer, and asked, "How is Zhang Ziqiang's house? Are you sure no suspicious people have passed by?"

The Taiwanese man was eating braised pork knuckle rice and mumbled, "Just a few officers, changing shifts."

Chen Rou retorted, "Didn't you take a picture?"

A Taiwanese man asked, "Do we have to film every time the police change shift?"

To be fair, Chen Rou wasn't as meticulous as Chen Ke. Even the most careful person can make a mistake. She realized that when it came to professionalism, Taiwanese paparazzi couldn't compare to Hong Kong paparazzi. She asked, "Where's the paparazzi you used to leak the information? Tell him to come and stake out the place."

If Nie Zhao hadn't mentioned it earlier, and then Wan Daozai hadn't called Next Magazine to ask for the phone number of the person who broke the news last night, he would have been completely clueless when Chen Rou asked him now.

But he said, "I've already informed them that there's something going on, and they should be coming... oh!"

As he spoke, someone grabbed his ear: "Handsome guy!"

Looking back, the Taiwanese man couldn't help but admire them. The paparazzi in Hong Kong were indeed more agile than police dogs, and they ran faster.

Within 10 minutes at most, the other party had already arrived after hearing that there was something interesting to report.

Seeing that it was almost time for Xiao Juanzi to go to her training course, and without him saying anything, the paparazzi knew: "Heh heh, Zhang Ziqiang will sneak out, right? Thanks, brother. Here, this is your share of the profits..."

The paparazzi prepared a check for 1.5 million to split the money with the Taiwanese guy, but in the blink of an eye, he only handed over a business card and then disappeared.

What kind of gang are you from? You're so shrewd.

Of course, the actions of truly professional people are different from those of amateurs.

After accompanying Xiao Juanzi to ballet practice, the Taiwanese paparazzi took her home. Just as he was applying athlete's foot cream to her feet, the phone rang. The paparazzi said, "Guess who I saw? Inspector Wong from Kowloon! Guess what he did? Throw away his keys!"

He also said, "Cheung Tze-keung will definitely be out on the streets tonight. Wow, some really big scoops."

Wan Daozai immediately called Chen Rou back and said bluntly, "Ms. Chen, the paparazzi photographed a police officer throwing keys to Cheung Tze-keung. He will definitely be out tonight. Call Captain Chen and the others, let's take action!"

There were guards standing at the entrance of Cheung Tze-keung's house, and he was wearing an electronic ankle bracelet.

If he tries to go out, his shackles will sound an alarm, so he usually can't get out.

However, a police officer secretly threw him the key to the electronic ankle bracelet. Under normal circumstances, the ankle bracelet will only alarm after it has been unable to detect a human body for about 3 minutes, which is enough time for Cheung Tze-keung to move the ankle bracelet.

If he were to escape while in custody, wouldn't he be breaking the law? Regardless of how the case is ultimately tried, he would lose his 100 million bail, and if someone were to catch him, he would immediately have to go back to jail.

Therefore, the Taiwanese believe that the big fish has taken the bait tonight, and it's time to catch them.

However, Chen Rou said, "The one who threw the key was just a junior officer, not important enough. We can just collect evidence and stir things up. It's not time to arrest him yet. Besides, our ultimate goal is to get Cheung Tze-keung to the mainland."

The Taiwanese boy hurriedly asked, "So?"

Chen Rou said, "Go find paparazzi, follow us and film us the whole way, and expose it tomorrow."

He added, "Paparazzi are used to riding motorcycles, but they're not suitable for long distances. Get a nice motorcycle, see you in a bit."

Upon hearing this, the Taiwanese man understood that Chen Rou was playing a series of tricks, and there would be more good shows tonight, continuing to be performed for Zhang Ziqiang.

He also said, "See you in a bit."

It was already 10 p.m., which was strange. Nie Zhao would usually call around this time every day to ask about his son, whether he was behaving well and eating well, but he didn't call today. Had his love for his son disappeared?

It was nighttime, so A-Yuan was naturally asleep. Although Chen Rou didn't like to play much when her son was awake.

But when he's asleep, his eyes are curved and his little mouth is pursed, making him look both well-behaved and adorable.

Nie Zhao always likes to suck on his cheeks, and Chen Rou must have lost her mind today. Seeing how cute her son's little cheeks were, she gave him a suck.

But she just gave it a quick suck, and the little guy suddenly opened his eyes.

If she could go back to the moment before, Chen Rou would never have kissed him like that.

But if you scold him now, the little guy will wake up with a start.

It was late at night, and the child was already not in a good mood because the father wasn't home. What happened when the mother left?

Chen Rou quickly lay down, mimicking Nie Zhao, and gently patted him, saying, "A Yuan, be good, go to sleep."

Then, he filmed again: "Our Ayuan is a good baby, he only loves to sleep."

If you're a man, you'll love gentle tactics, regardless of age.

Lying next to his mother, who was gently patting him, little A-Yuan closed his eyes, a smile curving his lips.

After finally calming the child down, Chen Rou went into the gym, took out her travel bag, called Nie Han down from the third floor to keep A Yuan company, went down to the first floor, gave a few words to Chang Ma on duty, and then went down to the basement.

Half an hour later, at 22:40.

At Cheung Tze-keung's home, his wife was lying on the sofa chatting with her lawyer, checking the details of the case.

Cheung Tze-keung's electronic ankle bracelet was strapped to a dog's leg, and the dog was wandering around the house. Meanwhile, about 500 meters behind his house, Cheung Tze-keung emerged from a basement and got into a BMW sports car.

With a turn of the steering wheel, we headed towards the undersea tunnel.

Even paparazzi make mistakes sometimes, so after lying on a tree and watching for a long time, the paparazzi belatedly realized and said, "Oh no, it seems Cheung Tze-keung has already escaped, what should we do?"

The Taiwanese guy, standing under the tree in his car, angrily said, "You're so stupid! Get in the car and chase after them!"

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