Song Yuanchao gave a brief explanation, which was actually quite simple: the key is to use force skillfully and gently.

You can pull the knife out with a gentle touch, but if you try to pull it out with all your might, you won't be able to pull it out no matter how much force you use.

Nie Zhao took it, regulated his breathing, and gently pulled it out. Sure enough, the knife was pulled out just like that.

This is such a huge mockery! Just a moment ago, he thought his son was some kind of chosen one.

It turns out that the little one's hand strength is small, which is why it was so easy for him to pull it out.

After a long silence, he asked Song Yuanchao, "What's the principle behind this?"

Song Yuanchao, a soldier who was thirty years old and still single, didn't understand any principles. He shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Nie Zhao asked again, "So, you also have this knife, right?"

Song Yuanchao hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, this knife is only issued to the old guards of Xihua Hall and Juxiang Academy, others don't have it, but Captain Chen used to have one, I've seen it."

Upon hearing this, Nie Zhao found it even more unbelievable and thought that his father-in-law seemed a bit slow-witted.

He had seen a photo of Chen Ke in the capital. Chen Ke also had a Phoenix military knife, but he only earned two thousand yuan a month.

But everyone has their own destiny. Boss Nie has at least solved a problem, so he won't think about it anymore.

He patted Song Yuanchao on the shoulder: "Get some rest, you'll have to get up early tomorrow."

Song Yuanchao eventually escorted the boss back to his room, then walked around the place for a bit before finally going to sleep.

It was already 2 a.m. Huo Qi and Nie Jiajun were squatting outside the garden of the editor-in-chief of Next Magazine, watching Director Zhang Sir inside. He had come to visit the editor-in-chief and they had been chatting until the middle of the night.

Holding the binoculars, Huo Qi saw that just as they were about to leave, Zhang Sir placed something on the editor-in-chief's table. It was easy to guess: a check.

Then, the editor-in-chief handed Zhang Sir two videotapes, and the two smiled at each other, stood up, and hugged each other.

After Zhang Sir came out, he drove all the way to the seaside.

Huo Sir threw the motorcycle into the bushes and, along with Nie Jiajun, chased after them to the edge of the living expenses area.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Sir made a phone call and started yelling: "Ah Qiang, a human life and two videotapes together are worth tens of millions. It's all because you were too arrogant. If you don't repent, don't expect me to clean up your mess again. Reflect on your actions."

Nie Jiajun followed Huo Qi, and the two hid in the coconut grove, eavesdropping.

Nie Jiajun realized what he meant and was very excited: "He's a super big shot, the chief sheriff, so he really is the mole!"

Huo Qi quickly covered his mouth: "Shh!"

Then Director Zhang made another call, but this time he spoke entirely in English.

Huo Qi attended an ordinary school when he was young, and his spoken English was average. He couldn't understand people if they spoke too fast.

After finally waiting for the boss to finish speaking, he asked Nie Jiajun, "What do you mean?"

Nip Ka-Chun said, "He was discussing with the British military that he wanted MI6 to take down Cheung Tze-Keung."

Huo Qi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly: "Hong Kong has an independent judiciary. How dare he, MI6, interfere in a case?"

MI6 is a British intelligence organization, how could it just kill people in Hong Kong?

But as the head of the police force, is Inspector Cheung opening the city gates to let the enemy in?

He is truly the worst of the worst, the scum of the earth.

Nie Jiajun suddenly became anxious: "Quick, he wants to destroy the videotape, think of a way to do it quickly."

As they were talking, Inspector Cheung was already pulling the videotape out and took out a lighter, preparing to burn it.

Huo Qi said "wait," then stood up, coughed, and turned to run away.

Upon hearing this, Inspector Zhang immediately drew his gun: "Who?"

He could hear footsteps rustling through the coconut grove, and seeing a dark figure in the distance, he threw the videotape into the sea and gave chase with his gun.

Nie Jiajun was incredibly bold; he scrambled and crawled into the sea and retrieved the videotape.

But then Zhang Sir realized something was wrong and started running back. When Huo Qi saw that he wasn't chasing him, he picked up a rock and threw it at Zhang Sir from a distance. Without hesitation, Zhang Sir fired back. Nie Jiajun also took the opportunity to grab the videotape and run away.

Inspector Cheung felt like there was someone behind him, but when he turned around, there was no one there. He rushed to the beach but couldn't find the videotape. He didn't know if it had been washed away by the water or picked up by someone. Afraid of being exposed, he quickly picked up the bullet casings on the ground, pulled down his hat, and drove away in a hurry.

At this point, although Huo Qi had not yet found the gun, all his former beliefs had collapsed.

Inspector Cheung is currently the highest-ranking executive officer, yet he arbitrarily kills his subordinates, destroys evidence, colludes with ruthless gangsters, and even so easily relinquishes the sovereignty that everyone fought for with blood and tears as a colony.

Just as Chen Rou said, the enemy is in the command post, so how can he have the face to be proud of the Royal Police Station?

...

Nie Zhao only discovered that his son could walk the next morning.

In the morning, he was still asleep, and the little one was right next door. He didn't have the habit of locking his bedroom door, and the door was just closed lightly. He was also quite sensitive, and he could sense someone entering the room, even in his dreams.

He was curled up asleep with his wife when he instinctively felt the door being gently pushed open.

Anything beyond his control would make Nie Zhao nervous, and today was no exception. The door opened, but it was completely quiet, without a sound. He woke up immediately, but didn't get up.

The moment he opened his eyes, little A Yuan stumbled and fell onto the bed, crying out, "Dad!"

My son can already walk, and his pronunciation is so clear?

Nie Zhao lifted the little guy onto the bed, put his elbow to his chest so he could sit up, and said, "Good morning, Nie Shenyuan."

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