Chapter 108 Did he accept it?

The abandoned dock was shrouded in torrential rain in the early morning, and the scene was chaotic.

Faced with a transnational crime of this scale, the police had anticipated the possibility of a shootout during the final deployment of their operation. Even though Wei Feng's counterattack was extremely sudden and swift, the well-trained officers cooperated seamlessly. As the gunshots pierced the rainy night, Zhu Qing immediately rushed to the refrigerated truck, using her body to shield the unconscious children.

Wei Feng was not the only one carrying a gun.

Every second that followed felt infinitely long.

Amidst the gunfire, sparks flew, crisscrossed, and spread. Zhu Qing truly understood her police academy instructor's words: textbook cases were merely theoretical references; real combat offered no respite. At that moment, all her attention was focused on protecting the child while her gaze pierced through the rain, watching for every movement.

Uncle Li approached the container where Wei Feng was hiding.

The other party immediately raised their gun.

"Uncle Li!" Zhu Qing suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly. The shout made Uncle Li quickly turn to the side. The bullet grazed his arm, and blood instantly spread across his civilian clothes.

He groaned, the pain excruciating, as his mind raced through his life as a police officer. He had once considered his CID job a secure, life-or-death position, just getting by day by day. But over the decades, he had transformed from a complacent rookie into a seasoned veteran, his belief in upholding justice now ingrained in his very being.

He recalled what he had told his ex-wife: that's how it's portrayed on TV—police officers nearing retirement are bound to get into trouble…

"Li Jingsong!"

Through the earphones came Yu Jingying's rare, uncharacteristically shocked exclamation.

When Wei Feng raised his gun again, Uncle Li suddenly lunged forward and grabbed the other man's wrists holding the gun with both hands.

The TV show didn't portray it correctly.

He couldn't believe he would die here.

The two rolled and struggled, locked in a stalemate. Uncle Li gritted his teeth, and the veins on his face bulged.

Wei Feng hesitated to pull the trigger.

It wasn't until the officers who launched a surprise attack from the side tackled Wei Feng to the ground that his gun fell to the ground.

The handcuffs snapped shut on his wrists, bringing this fierce battle to a close.

The dock gradually quieted down, with only the patter of rain remaining.

After a fierce gunfight, some people fell to the ground injured, and in the distance, a henchman who had been shot dead lay face up in a pool of blood. Paramedics arrived and carefully took the children, placing them one by one into ambulances.

Zhu Qing held the youngest girl in her arms, the child's pale face buried in her shoulder.

"Sedative overdose, but vital signs are stable," the doctor said.

Everyone gathered around to check on Uncle Li's injuries.

As for the details of the case, due to its transnational nature, the CID only assisted in the arrest, while the subsequent interrogation work was handed over to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) to continue.

Yu Jingying said to her subordinates, "You all go back first, I'll accompany him to the hospital."

Despite being exhausted, the young CID officers insisted on escorting Uncle Li to the hospital.

Fortunately, it was just a superficial injury and nothing serious. Before leaving, Yu Jingying stopped and looked at Uncle Li, who was grimacing in pain as he was being bandaged.

"Do you still think you're some young upstart?" Yu Jingying stared at the bandages wrapped around his arm. "You're risking your life like this."

The crowd immediately dispersed, giving the two of them some space.

In the hospital corridor, every police officer was soaked in rain and mud, exhausted. They wanted to joke that Uncle Li had finally seen the light at the end of the tunnel, but they simply didn't have the energy to make a joke.

"Don't rush so far ahead next time," Yu Jingying said, her tone softening.

Uncle Li laughed and said, "You were the one who said I deserved to never be an inspector, and now you're the one telling me not to rush forward."

If these words had been spoken in the past, they would have certainly sparked a new round of heated debate.

However, at this moment, Yu Jingying's gaze lingered on his hand. Uncle Li took out the faded, blood-stained amulet from his pocket and waved it in front of her.

“This thing really does keep me safe,” he said. “It’s not a lie.”

Madam turned her face away, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

In the corridor, the young CID officers took a short break before bracing themselves and heading to the police station to complete their final report.

This major case has finally been solved. Once the wrap-up work is finished, everyone can finally get a good night's sleep.

...

Based on the list provided on Professor Yang's encrypted hard drive, the police launched a full-scale operation and brought all the suspects back to the police station.

Back then, Cheng Xinglang's parents investigated so thoroughly, copying files meticulously, that they almost uncovered the truth and uprooted the criminal group. Unfortunately, they underestimated the ruthlessness of this gang. In the eyes of these criminals, human life was the least valuable thing, and they would readily compromise it for a deal.

The targets on the list were apprehended and taken back by the police.

Even though it was past 3 a.m., these people were still impeccably dressed, and even their hairstyles were perfectly styled. This moment was equally important to them; everyone was waiting for Wei Feng to send the news that the "transaction was successful." Unfortunately, what they received was heavy metal shackles.

These people appeared calm; some were even adjusting their ties and quietly instructing their assistants to contact lawyers.

It was as if this was not an arrest, but an unavoidable business dispute.

The operation, which had been cancelled a few days ago to avoid scrutiny, was restarted tonight. The trapped children couldn't wait any longer. With the "industry" reaching such a scale, every transaction couldn't be temporarily halted; the intricate web of interests behind it tightly bound everyone in the group together.

Just like now, these so-called important figures on the list are all waiting for the "good news" that Wei Feng's operation will bring. This situation may have been going on for eighteen years, or even longer. It's unimaginable how many innocent children have been transported and trafficked in this way. But at least today, seven children have been successfully rescued and rushed to the hospital.

The officers from Major Crimes Unit B finished organizing the heavy case files and handed them over to the head of the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB).

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The case, which had been sealed for eighteen years, was far more complex than a random serial killing. The forces behind it were overwhelming. Cheng Xinglang's parents had never experienced anything like it before, and could only stumble and grope their way forward, thus entering the fog of mystery.

"Professor Yang mentioned in the video that Dr. Cheng's parents originally planned to collect more evidence to hand over to the police and completely expose their crimes." Xiao Sun sighed softly, "Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more..."

At 4:50 a.m., the CID office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station was still brightly lit, while the first rays of dawn had already pierced through the clouds outside the window.

Xu Jiale stretched and said, "I'd rather be a cow or a horse in my next life than work as a police officer. At this hour, my parents are already going out for their morning exercise, and I'm still working overtime at the police station."

Weng Zhaolin walked out of the office, also looking tired.

“Listen up, everyone. Stay home and rest the next two days, but keep your landline, pager, and mobile phone accessible. The Organisation for Crime and Triads (OCT) may need to contact us for additional information at any time.”

"The paperwork can be processed with Dr. Cheng now," Weng Zhaolin added.

Cheng Xinglang stayed in the safe house for several days.

His messages were still lying on Zhu Qing's text message page; it felt like the ceiling was about to be stared through.

“Dr. Cheng is definitely sleeping at this hour.” Mo Zhenbang glanced at his watch. “Let the colleagues on the early shift handle the procedures later.”

Zhu Qing waved her cell phone: "He's not asleep."

The latest message on the screen was displayed five minutes ago, but the content only flashed by in the shaking, and no one could see it clearly.

“Then go fill out the application form,” Mo Zhenbang said.

Zhu Qing turned and walked towards the filing cabinet.

Xu Jiale yawned halfway through and muttered, "They called to let me know they were safe? Why didn't they take me with them?"

The three of them chatted all night that night, staying up together.

Mo Zhenbang gave him a meaningful look.

After being a police officer for so many years, he's still not very bright and has no sense of propriety at all.

"You seem to be in good spirits," said Mo Sir. "Since you're not sleepy, go with Zhu Qing to complete the formalities."

"ah?"

After filling out the forms and completing the formalities, Zhu Qing took the key to the safe house and walked out of the police station with Xu Jiale.

The torrential rain finally stopped, and dawn was approaching.

And dawn will dispel the gloom and truly arrive.

...

When the door to the safe house was pushed open, Cheng Xinglang had already received their message and had been waiting for a long time.

Zhu Qing stood at the door, her coat already soaked by the rain and thrown at the police station. She was now only wearing a thin shirt, the cuffs of which were still slightly damp.

She hadn't expected Cheng Xinglang to be waiting by the door. She paused slightly, and before she could say anything, a large trench coat was gently placed on her shoulders.

Zhu Qing was taken aback. As she was enveloped in warmth, she heard Xu Jiale shivering and protesting.

"Dr. Cheng! I'm cold too!" he said, rubbing his arms.

Cheng Xinglang raised an eyebrow: "It won't be cold once you get in the car."

Xu Jiale thought for a moment, then quickly rushed to the car.

According to procedure, the police should have taken Cheng Xinglang home first. But when Xu Jiale groggily climbed into the back seat, he discovered that Cheng Xinglang had opened the driver's side door.

Zhu Qing had already gotten into the passenger seat.

On the way here, Xu Jiale slept against the car window the whole way, snoring in her ear.

At this moment, Zhu Qing could finally stop thinking and mechanically performing tasks, and could finally rest in peace.

Cheng Xinglang adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror and asked Xu Jiale for his home address.

He was the driver chosen by the children, and he was doing his job diligently.

Xu Jiale slumped in the back seat, his head resting against the car window, his mind blank the whole way, unaware of the unusual quiet in the front.

When the car stopped downstairs at his building, Cheng Xinglang turned and asked, "Where does Zhu Qing live?"

"Mount Kadoorie," Xu Jiale mumbled, rubbing his temples.

He stayed up all night, his temples were throbbing, every nerve felt like it was haphazardly strung together, and his brain couldn't function properly.

As he took out his keys to go upstairs, he suddenly realized something and turned around abruptly.

"The two of you?"

The only response he received was the roar of the engine.

The wheels splashed up the still-damp water on the ground, creating a spray, and the car disappeared around the corner.

Xu Jiale stood there for a long while before his sluggish brain finally processed it: "Oh—"

...

All the detained suspects were prominent figures in society.

Even now, they are still elegantly sipping their coffee, waiting for the top lawyer to arrive.

"'Transfer of fortune'? Sorry, I don't understand. Is the police implying something?"

"The entire adoption process was completely compliant. As for why those specific children were chosen, I have no idea. Perhaps it was an oversight on the part of the welfare agency?"

"Officer, those words are too hurtful. I donated and built the library at the Sunshine Children's Association. Now you suspect me of being involved in the trafficking of children's organs? Is it wrong to do good deeds?"

These so-called celebrities, dressed in suits and ties, were driven by enormous profits to commit such a despicable act without a trace of remorse. They were certain the police lacked sufficient evidence, remaining calm and composed.

But this time, they miscalculated.

The clues compiled by the police have been pieced together into a complete chain of evidence. Wei Feng, who resisted arrest with a gun at the scene, has now become the first suspect to confess.

“I can become a cooperating witness,” he said. “You need my testimony.”

Senior Inspector Yu Jingying, who was in charge of the interrogation, pushed a stack of case file photos in front of him: "Tell me about it."

The photo shows the crime scene at the Ho Man Tin villa eighteen years ago.

Wei Feng's gaze lingered, his eyes remaining calm as he said, "Ke Xiaobo has been scheming all along. He's been bringing us all in since eighteen years ago. He said it's a sure-fire way to make money, and the only cost is the transportation channels we build."

"Ke Xiaobo had his own people planted in welfare homes and orphanages. No one cared when children without parents went missing. Ke Xiaobo even prepared thank-you letters from overseas adoptive families, but later found that no one cared about the whereabouts of these children, so he simply stopped acting."

Everything seemed perfect until the Cheng family couple got involved in the investigation.

“They’re too clever; they traced the medical records back to the Mingde Mental Health Rehabilitation Center. They’re just being nosy and insisting on getting involved.”

“These two couples were trying to ruin our plans. Ke Xiaobo originally wanted to get rid of them quietly and make them ‘die accidentally,’ but just then, a madman ran into the yard.”

That patient was a dangerous individual who indiscriminately killed people.

“When Ke Xiaobo found him, he only said one sentence.” Wei Feng said as if he were recounting an interesting story, “Just kill that couple in white coats and you’ll be free.”

"He was confined in a mental hospital for more than ten years, and he would do anything for freedom."

"As for how he was killed..." Wei Feng shrugged, "I wasn't there. I only know that Ke Xiaobo said that this madman couldn't be allowed to live. But it would be too conspicuous to kill him on the same day, so two days later, during the police's arrest, a large truck ran over and killed him."

"Where is the child?" Yu Jingying pressed. "Where is the other child in the Cheng family?"

Wei Feng laughed as if he had heard a naive question.

“Madam, have you forgotten what kind of business we do?” he continued. “That child was crammed into a container with other children. If there were graves, they would be overgrown with weeds by now.”

Yu Jingying crossed her arms and frowned slightly.

"Madam, I've already confessed so much, isn't that enough to get leniency?"

"I know more inside information, including the overseas contacts. Could you...?"

Yu Jingying interrupted him: "So, this time, Lai Danhe's case was also handled by your people?"

“It was Ah Bao who did it. He was at the dock just now, didn’t you notice?” Wei Feng made a gun-raising gesture, “'Bang!' He was shot dead on the spot.”

Yu Jingying gave a wink to the police officer beside her. The young officer understood, quickly walked out of the interrogation room, and returned in less than a minute, whispering a few words in her ear.

“We could have kept this hidden forever,” Wei Feng said, “but we didn’t expect that Cheng Xinglang would be just as clueless as his parents.”

"He's not a cop, but he's better at digging than you cops."

“Back then, Lai Danhe and another nurse accompanied Ke Xiaobo for the children’s physical examination. The other nurse died of illness long ago, and Lai Danhe… we had long forgotten about her, but Cheng Xinglang brought her up again.”

Therefore, Lai Danhe must die.

They could no longer stop Cheng Xinglang; the teddy bear, the chocolate, and the meticulously arranged scene were all warnings to him.

"That kid is just as stubborn as his parents."

"Why not just kill him?" Yu Jingying asked.

“We don’t know how much evidence he has. What era are we living in? Emails can be sent on a schedule.”

“If he dies, the police will investigate relentlessly and keep pursuing us. So we have to create chaos, replicate old cases, and make you think it's revenge, not transnational trafficking.”

Finally, Yu Jingying asked coldly, "Where is Lai Danhe's daughter?"

Wei Feng leaned back in his chair and said casually, "Dead."

...

On Kadoorie Hill in the early morning, a gentle breeze blew along the mountain road, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees after the rain, passing by the car window.

Cheng Xinglang slowed down the car so as not to disturb the person sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

Zhu Qing tilted her head slightly, her breathing light and steady, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under her eyes.

She hadn't had a good night's sleep in days, and now she could finally relax.

The car stopped in front of the villa.

Cheng Xinglang turned off the engine, but didn't rush to wake her.

As the tangled threads of thought in Zhu Qing's mind were lifted from their heap, her brows gradually relaxed, and she fell asleep peacefully.

After a long while, the sound of the car door being gently pulled open was heard.

Zhu Qing opened her eyes groggily, and the bright sunlight outside the window made her squint unconsciously.

Outside the car door, her mother and Aunt Ping's smiles became even brighter.

"Auntie," Cheng Xinglang said politely as he got out of the car, nodding in greeting, "Aunt Ping."

The person in front of you is Dr. Cheng.

This was the first time Sheng Peirong had seen him. Her gaze swept over him subtly, then lingered on the men's coat draped over her daughter. Earlier, inside the house, Aunt Ping had mentioned that she seemed to have heard a car drive in earlier, but thought she had misheard... It seemed he had waited for Coco to wake up on purpose.

A knowing smile appeared on Sheng Peirong's lips.

"Dr. Cheng!"

A round, chubby figure rushed out of the house and buried itself in Cheng Xinglang's arms.

The next second, he was lifted high into the air, his short legs dangling, and he was excitedly flapping around in mid-air.

"Qingzai, Qingzai!" Sheng Fang turned her head and said to Zhu Qing in a childish voice, "I was going to invite you to drink rainwater with me, but the rain has stopped now!"

Zhu Qing leaned lazily against the car window, her chin resting on her arm: "I was full last night."

Sheng Peirong's gaze swept between the three of them.

Dr. Cheng stood ramrod straight, her movements as she held the child were gentle and practiced, while Coco leaned against the car window, a smile playing on her lips.

Before the children could even ask Qingzai what the rain tasted like, their eyes lit up as they remembered being steadily supported by Dr. Cheng.

"Dr. Cheng! Have you been released?"

“Yes,” Cheng Xinglang laughed, “you too.”

Fangfang's expression was one of surprise, "Wow! Then I—"

“Wow, then you can go to school now,” Cheng Xinglang replied.

Shengfang's face instantly fell, her eyes widening in disbelief.

How could he say such a thing!

"Put me down!" he snapped, kicking his short legs.

Zhu Qing laughed and leaned against the car window: "Quickly let my uncle out, he's in a hurry to catch the school bus."

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Sheng Fang announced, hands on her hips.

Sheng Peirong watched this scene and gently touched Aunt Ping's arm.

The two quietly observed each other, waiting for Dr. Cheng to leave before slowly gossiping.

In the courtyard, the baby's protests mingled with Zhu Qing's laughter, creating a lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Sheng Peirong smiled.

The weather forecast was right; the rain has stopped and the sky is clear. Today is indeed a good day.

...

After Cheng Xinglang left, Shengfang clung to Zhu Qing like a little ornament, acting coquettishly.

Fortunately, my niece suddenly became gentle and immediately approved that he didn't have to go to school today.

"The young master was talking about wanting to go back to kindergarten and play with his friends just a few days ago," Aunt Ping said with a smile. "But he changed his mind as soon as Qingqing came back."

Only then did Sheng Peirong learn that her daughter had participated in a thrilling operation the previous night. No wonder she hadn't slept well all night, her heart pounding like thunder.

Upon hearing that Uncle Li's arm had been grazed by a bullet, she gasped and pulled her daughter close to examine her closely.

"It's okay, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest." Zhu Qing turned around, "Even a hail of bullets can't penetrate it."

Guns, forest, bullets, rain!

Sheng Peirong and Aunt Ping almost fainted. This wasn't a police drama; it was a real life-or-death situation!

Zhu Qing smiled and comforted them, only then noticing that Cheng Xinglang's coat was still draped over her shoulders.

She suddenly realized that he had never mentioned his brother.

He dared not ask.

"Go upstairs and take a hot shower first," Sheng Peirong patted her daughter. "Eat breakfast before you go back to sleep."

"I've already eaten at the police station."

The little boy, still immersed in the gunfight scene in his mind, opened his eyes wide a beat late: "Uncle Li can shoot a gun!"

“Of course.” Zhu Qing turned back on the stairs. “Everyone in our CID is very brave.”

Even her back view was radiant, as if everything she had experienced last night was just a special adventure.

Shengfang, the little girl, finally waited for Qingzai to come home, waiting for her to take a shower and catch up on her sleep, and stayed by the wall clock in the living room the whole time.

"Big sister, big sister." He moved closer to Sheng Peirong, "When will Qingzai wake up?"

The human-shaped alarm clock started chiming on time again, asking the same question every thirty minutes.

Every now and then, he would tiptoe upstairs and peek his little head into Zhu Qing's bedroom.

“Our Qingzai is just like Sleeping Beauty,” Fangfang said wistfully.

At 3 p.m., Shengfang finally couldn't hold back any longer and decided to take the initiative.

Sheng Peirong quickly stopped her, saying that her younger brother should be pampered and her daughter should be cherished as well, since Keke had stayed up all night last night.

"You are not allowed to go."

"I want to take a nap too!" Sheng Fang said confidently.

Shengfang, clutching a small pillow, slipped into her niece's bedroom.

The young master of the Sheng family, who usually has an abundance of energy, found a comfortable spot and lay down obediently.

Fangfang is Qingzai's number one fan, like a little tail, sticking tightly to her side.

Often, children aren't not sleepy; it's just that there are so many interesting and new things waiting for them to explore. Compared to that, lying quietly in bed is just too boring, so they don't want to close their eyes. But now, little Shengfang, snuggled up to Qingzai, quickly drooped her eyelids and slept soundly.

Fangfang slept soundly, and when she opened her eyes again, not a ray of sunlight had penetrated through the gap in the curtains; it was already dark.

He rolled over and sat up.

Qingzai is missing!

"Aunt Ping!" Sheng Fang ran out of the house barefoot, her little feet clicking. "Where's Qingzai?"

Fangfang, the little boy, was still a bit dazed after waking up.

Qingzai, who had been waiting all day, suddenly disappeared. He was a little aggrieved, and his little mouth pouted.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen.

Aunt Ping poked her head out from the kitchen and drawled, "Qingqing has gone out..."

Shengfang blinked her eyes.

One, two, and by the third time, her eyes were almost filled with glistening tears.

"I'm here."

Zhu Qing came out of the bathroom, already changed into her outdoor clothes, bent down and reached out her hand to him: "Come on, let me take you out to eat."

The tears that had been welling up vanished instantly, and her chubby little hand gripped Zhu Qing's finger tightly.

As Zhu Qing passed by the kitchen, she said, "Aunt Ping! How can you bully a child like that!"

Aunt Ping smiled as she stirred the vegetables in the wok, then turned to look at the young master who was following behind Zhu Qing, seemingly "borrowing the tiger's power."

The baby's face is beaming with happiness, her round little face tilted up proudly.

With Qingzai around, let's see if Big Sister and Aunt Ping still dare to bully him!

...

Mr. Ong promised to treat everyone to the best seafood in Sai Kung.

However, the case hasn't officially gone through the closing procedures yet, so he'll definitely drag it out as long as possible.

Several young police officers couldn't wait any longer and spontaneously organized a celebration banquet.

A group of people found a food stall, with several folding tables pushed together. The early spring weather was perfect for sitting outdoors and enjoying the evening breeze.

"How is Uncle Li?"

"He only had a minor scrape, but he insisted on staying at the hospital and wouldn't leave. Mo Sir said he was definitely putting on a show to get Madam Yu to come back a few more times."

"Did Madam go?"

"I heard they went there at noon!"

The group chatted and laughed as the dishes were served, their chopsticks seemingly fighting over the food in the air, as if they hadn't eaten for tens of thousands of years.

A plate of boiled shrimp sat before Shengfang. He didn't need to fight with anyone for it—a special privilege everyone gave the child. His chubby little hands focused intently on peeling the shrimp, dipping them in the sauce, and contentedly feeding himself. After finally getting out of the house, even eating air felt delicious, let alone being at a gathering with colleagues!

The topic then shifted to the progress of the interrogation.

The Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) is still digging deeper, and I heard that Cheng Xinglang went to give a supplementary statement this afternoon. This means that he has officially learned about his brother's whereabouts.

"Containers traveled across the ocean, organs were dismantled and dismembered..."

"Eighteen years! I would have collapsed long ago."

How is he now?

"You'll see them in a moment."

Zhu Qing paused, her chopsticks catching in her throat: "You invited him too?"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Xinglang appeared.

The children quickly spotted him and rushed over.

His little hands, greasy with sauce, came to a sudden stop just as he was about to press them against Cheng Xinglang's gray sweater.

"Just kidding!" Sheng Fang tilted his head, looking smug.

Cheng Xinglang bent down and picked him up: "That was scary."

He walked over to Zhu Qing, casually moved the tableware to the side, and sat down naturally.

"Did you rest well?" Cheng Xinglang asked.

Zhu Qing looked up and met his gaze, recalling the cold conclusion in the file.

Eighteen years of perseverance only yielded a cruel answer. In fact, during the investigation, everyone knew that this ending was already predetermined. His younger brother was likely doomed, perhaps dying in a shipping container, or perhaps facing an even more dramatic confrontation between the brothers, good and evil.

Now, Wei Feng's testimony has finally been confirmed as the former.

The police have accepted this testimony, and the case is about to be closed.

But what about Cheng Xinglang?

Did he accept it?

Or perhaps, they are using reason to suppress their emotions.

"How are you?"

“The truth is not yet complete,” he said in a low voice.

If the cruel ending cannot be changed, then at least he should reconstruct the entire process.

Every detail, every minute, everything the younger brother experienced in his final moments.

Suddenly, a series of teasing remarks erupted from the table.

"How come there isn't even a lobster? That's so perfunctory."

"What's the rush? Let's wait until the case is closed and we celebrate, and then we'll talk when Inspector Weng arrives."

"Typhoon Shelter-style stir-fried lobster, steamed lobster, lobster sashimi... I'll definitely order ten or eight of them then, Mr. Ong, the bill's on me!"

Cheng Xinglang joined the conversation with a smile: "Officer Weng, run!"

"Running won't help!"

We know he lives in Repulse Bay—

Hearty laughter echoed through the nighttime food stalls.

Shengfang stared at the now distant plate of boiled shrimp and Qingzai, turning her little head back and forth: "Why am I sitting here?"