The moment the gunshots rang out, the whole world fell silent.

Those who rushed forward, arguing with the other side, waving knives and sticks with deafening force, and raising their guns as if ready to shoot at any time, were suddenly frozen.

Everyone turned their gazes along with Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia, and all their eyes fell on the woman who suddenly fell from the sky with the gun pointed to the sky.

The next moment, all the knives, sticks and guns turned and aimed at the woman who raised her guns to shoot at the sky.

Another young man jumped down from the outer stairs at the back. He quickly took out a certificate from his pocket and showed it to everyone:

"Police, everyone put down your weapons!"

Jiayi raised her arm to the sky without moving. She took a deep breath and tried to recall Yue Ge's words in her mind.

Don't be afraid, don't be too tense, don't be too serious and stern, smile and try to look relaxed.

So she smiled slightly, opened her left hand and made a harmless gesture to all the black holes of the guns pointing at her, then slightly bent her eyes and looked at Zhong Dazhi and Liang Yuexia, and said in a low voice and slow speed:

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Liang, it's not very polite to fight like this?"

She tried to reduce her aggression, but she was not a good-tempered herbivore. She asked back with a little dissatisfaction, showing her authority and strength as a detective .

Even with a smile, she still had the power of a huge organization behind her, which made her look not easy to mess with.

Liang Yuexia had never met Yi Jiayi, and the police who came to contact him were always agents from the Organized Crime and Triads. But he also knew this female police officer. He had not read those newspaper and television reports in vain. He had also heard of the name of the West Kowloon Detective.

He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Zhong Dazhi, then turned his head and signaled to the blushing men standing beside and behind him.

Zhong Dazhi also put pressure on his own people. Those who rushed out of the building behind him retracted their steps, or stopped or retreated, retracted their offensive posture, and returned to the defensive mode. Jiayi

turned her head and glanced at the few people who were closest to her and still pointed their guns at her. Her cold eyes were directed at one of them.

The man immediately felt a little guilty. He turned his head and saw that everyone had put away their knives and guns. Finally, he took a step back and pointed his gun at the ground. The others followed suit, putting away their guns and retreating a few steps.

Jiayi then slowly lowered her arm, trying not to alarm anyone. The muzzle of the gun, which was still smoking, was still a little hot. She hung the gun at her waist and paused for a few seconds. After the muzzle temperature dropped, she put it back into the holster.

Then, she raised her head and smiled at Liang Yuexia and Zhong Dazhi, and walked towards the square table.

Black Dragon and Bull looked at each other, and tacitly did not stop Officer Yi from approaching.

Liang Yuexia's four bodyguards stepped up to stop Yi Jiayi. After Liang Yuexia looked at the female inspector, he also had the same attitude as Zhong Dazhi, and stretched out his hand to stop the bodyguards behind him, signaling them to retreat.

Yi Jiayi then tried to walk forward slowly and calmly, seemingly walking leisurely to the side of the square table. This would not let the people around them feel her mood, and it could also delay time.

Liu Jiaming, however, was not so nervous. He had never been to Zhong Dazhi's house with Brother Yue, and he was not on the front line for many of the most dangerous missions. This was his first time in the center of a storm—and he was alone with Eleventh Sister in a tiger's den! Not only was his heart beating wildly, but he also heard sounds as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and he was in a trance as if he was about to faint.

But he tried to bite the tip of his tongue to make himself as sober and calm as possible, so as not to let Eleventh Sister down.

Following Yi Jiayi closely, when he reached the square table, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He looked around and saw a small chair at the foot of the wall. He walked over quickly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone else. He easily picked up the chair, returned to the square table, and put it behind Yi Jiayi.

After Jiayi sat down slowly, he leaned over to protect Yi Jiayi's back, his wrist pressed against the holster on his waist, his hand holding the buckle of the holster, ready to draw his gun at any time.

"Yi Shazhan, the information is quite good." Zhong Dazhi looked at the two teacups lying on the table in front of him, and said regretfully: "I didn't know you would come, and I didn't prepare teacups."

"Mr. Zhong, we made an appointment for three days. If I counted correctly, it's only half the time, right?" Jiayi glared at Zhong Dazhi with some dissatisfaction.

"The car came out suddenly, and there was nothing I could do about it." Zhong Dazhi smiled calmly, as if he didn't care.

Of course Jiayi won't take this point lightly. If he gets annoyed and continues to push forward the plan, it will be troublesome.

She dug her toes into her shoes, her mind working rapidly, and she leaned back, pretending to be ready to say something, hiding her embarrassment that she had just made up her mind and had not yet thought of what to say or do.

"The murderer who killed Mr. Zhong Chuantao has been caught. Mr. Zhong, the things you asked the police to find for you have also been found. I will have someone send them to your home later."

She placed her fingers on the square table, stroking the natural wood grain and the marks of bumps on the old table. She glanced at Manniu and Heipilong standing behind Zhong Dazhi, and continued in a voice that was neither too loud nor too low:

"I heard that the most important thing for people in your industry is integrity. Mr. Zhong, the police have met your requirements. Should you also keep your promise?"

Zhong Dazhi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Yi Jiayi in disbelief, as if he wanted to see through her lies, but he only saw a clear face.

"Really caught?" Zhong Dazhi sat up slightly and clenched his hands into fists.

Caught... Caught...

He gritted his teeth, and his mind and emotions finally settled on what Jiayi said.

"If you need, I can give you a detailed case-solving notice to the family before dark today, but it's probably not convenient to proceed with these procedures here now." Jiayi said as she scanned the surroundings, indicating the chaos.

"..." Zhong Dazhi hesitated for a moment, as if digesting the news.

Jiayi temporarily comforted Zhong Dazhi, pulled him away from the conflict to other things, eased his mood a little, and turned to look at Liang Yuexia.

"Mr. Liang, this is my first time meeting you. Let me introduce myself. I'm Lieutenant Yi Jiayi of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit."

As she spoke, she raised her arm and extended her right hand to Liang Yuexia.

Liang Yuexia had been secretly sizing up Yi Jiayi. He stopped scrutinizing her and stared at her not-so-large palm. Finally, he stretched out his right hand and shook hers solemnly. He nodded and said politely,

"Yi Shazhan, I've heard about this before."

"Mr. Liang, as an innocent victim of Zhong Chuantao's murder, you must have suffered a lot of grievances and shock. Now the truth is out. Finally, you and your arm have been vindicated."

When Jiayi said that he had suffered a lot of grievances and shocks, a thug behind Liang Yuexia couldn't help but curl his lips, as if he found it very funny that Liang Yuexia was talking about this.

Jiayi glanced at him, then looked at Liang Yuexia again, her expression still very serious and solemn:

"Mr. Liang, when these brothers leave the walled city later, as long as they tell the PTU troops, O-branch and the detectives of the serious crime unit who are surrounding outside that they came with Mr. Liang and talked to Mr. Zhong, the police will let you go."

In just a few sentences, the [Liang Yuexia and his group who are ready to fight to the death with Zhong Dazhi] sitting here suddenly became [Liang Yuexia and his group who are ready to leave].

Liang Yuexia looked at Yi Jiayi and suddenly showed a meaningful smile.

The young female sergeant gave him a step in a very polite way. At the same time, she cleverly told him that the outside of Kowloon Walled City was surrounded by policemen, and if he did not go down the step she gave him, he would be in trouble.

He was willing to call this move used by Yi Jiayi "four ounces to move a thousand pounds."

"Mr. Zhong, the gentleman who accidentally injured his finger, if he doesn't go to the hospital, his finger may not be reattached. How about sending him to see a doctor now?" Yi Jiayi pointed at the blindfolded man who was pushed back into the chair behind the three windows behind Zhong Dazhi.

"..." Zhong Dazhi had a fierce face but didn't say anything. Just when Jiayi and Liang Yuexia were about to say something else, he finally lowered his eyes and nodded.

Manniu, who was standing behind Zhong Dazhi, let out a breath quietly, turned around and said to the people in the window: "Bring Mr. Liang down."

The four colleagues responded, and Manniu walked to the other corner of the wall, picked up the half finger that had just been chopped off, tore off a piece of cloth under his vest, wrapped it around his finger, walked back to the table, and placed the finger on the table.

Liang Yuexia took a look, raised his eyes and said "thank you" to Manniu, then stood up, picked up the finger in his hand, nodded to Yi Jiayi, and quickly walked to meet the brother who was brought out by the four people.

The two bodyguards following behind Liang Yuexia replaced Liang Yuexia to assist the "broken finger brother". One of the bodyguards turned around and squatted, carrying the injured person and ran out.

Liang Yuexia waved his hand, and the brothers who came with him left the temporary base one after another, running away.

When they turned out of the courtyard area, Liang Yuexia turned his head and took a last look at Zhong Dazhi. Seeing that he was just a frustrated widower with his head down and staring at a small cup in front of him, he felt a little more balanced in his heart. He finally let out a long breath, and while sighing that he was lucky to have survived a disaster, his pace increased a little.

…

After all of Liang Yuexia's men left, Zhong Dazhi's men also walked out of the house one after another, gradually gathering around the square table.

"Who is the murderer?" Zhong Dazhi raised his head and stared at Yi Jiayi.

Jiayi's heart was already relieved by now. She tried to remain alert. She thought about the words in her mind before she said,

"It was Mr. Zhong Chuantao's previous woman. Because they were close friends, they were not on guard and were killed."

Her words gave Zhong Chuantao enough face.

Zhong Dazhi understood her intention and nodded silently. At this moment, his bloodiness of fighting to the death suddenly faded away. Without the decisive goal of fighting to the death, he seemed to have aged by several decades in the blink of an eye. The momentum he had just had when confronting Liang Yuexia disappeared by half, and even his back seemed to have become hunched.

"Mr. Zhong, go home." Jiayi lowered her voice, and her tone was somewhat coaxing.

"...Go home..." Zhong Dazhi murmured, and suddenly raised his head, looking at the small square gray hole in the sky. He bared his teeth, as if he was smiling, but there was no smile, and it became a weird expression that was uglier than crying.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and made a creaking sound. The

surroundings were quiet. The group of rascals who were messy and undisciplined in the past were silent and did not dare to make a sound at this moment.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps approaching from afar, and the next moment they were approaching the alley beside the patio.

Jiayi seemed to sense something, turned her head, and her eyes met a pair of anxious and fiery eyes.

"Brother Yue!" She spoke unconsciously.

Fang Zhenyue was still holding the mobile phone in his hand. The moment he saw Yi Jiayi, his eyes quickly darted up and down. The next moment he let out a long breath, and his panicked expression turned into a cold and angry look.

When Fang Zhenyue strode to the square table, Zhong Dazhi finally controlled all his out-of-control emotions. He stood up, nodded to Fang Zhenyue, and said, "Sir Fang, Madam Yi, since you police have accomplished the impossible task, I will also keep my promise. From now on, I will no longer cause trouble for Liang Yuexia... I will no longer get involved in these things and concentrate on being a businessman."

After saying that, he walked around the square table and left without looking back.

Manniu turned his head to look at Yi Jiayi, and bowed slightly to her in a rare courtesy. After this small gesture, he quickly caught up with Zhong Dazhi.

As they left through the alley, more footsteps were heard in the distance. The PTU troops had arrived.

Jiayi watched those people leave one after another, and stood up with the help of the table. Only then did she realize that her legs had been trembling slightly without her noticing.

She laughed to herself, turned to look at Fang Zhenyue, and suddenly felt at ease and relaxed. All the emotions that were tense before were instantly relaxed. She closed her eyes, and her body moved faster than her brain. When she came to her senses, she had already rested her forehead on Fang Zhenyue's chest, dropped her shoulders, and let out a breath of suffocation in relaxation.

Fang Zhenyue held her with his left arm and patted her back a few times before looking up at the other child standing by the table, looking at him eagerly.

He also stretched out his right arm and gestured to Liu Jiaming.

Liu Jiaming's face instantly showed an expression that seemed to be crying and laughing. He took a step forward and stretched out his arms to hug Brother Yue and Sister Eleven.

When the PTU came in to clear the area, they saw this scene of loving father and filial son. The

PTU captain was stunned for a moment, and looked at Fang Zhenyue before bypassing them and starting to shuttle between the houses with open doorways on all sides, searching to see if there were any other bastards still there.

…

In the open window of a wooden house in the high-rise area in the distance, there was a flash of glass reflection, and the next moment, the curtain was completely drawn, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

No one knew they existed, and the police would not know what kind of tragedy this farce would develop into with the help of the people in the wooden house.

But from that day on, Xiang Yuliang, who put away his binoculars and returned to the tea table, remembered Yi Jiayi, the female sergeant who fired into the air.

"Let's withdraw tonight." Xiang Yuliang said, smiling and asked Qiao Lin who was sitting opposite him: "Let's play a few games of chess?"

"Okay." Qiao Lin nodded, and then he stopped paying attention to the police troops shuttling back and forth in the distance, spread out the chess pieces, and seriously fought with Xiang Yuliang on both sides of the Chu River and the Han River.

...

All those who left the Kowloon Walled City were confiscated of their weapons, knives and sticks by the police, including Liang Yuexia's men.

All of Zhong Dazhi's men were taken back to the police station by the Organized Crime and Triads. Except for Zhong Dazhi who was released on bail, all his men were detained and fined for causing trouble and fighting.

The police did not show any mercy this time. Even though no casualties were caused except Liang Yuexia's brother, they still enforced the law in a strict manner.

This shows the serious attitude of the Hong Kong police force towards anti-triadism.

This time was the closest time for Liu Jiaming to death in his twenty-something years, and it was also the closest time for him to fire his first shot.

Although his kindness has not yet been activated, accompanying the Eleventh Sister to bravely break into the Dragon Pond and confront a dozen guns has become one of the most glorious moments in his life...!

It seems that, although he has never fired a gun, he is not that ordinary.

After recording the statement, he followed Yi Jiayi to Prince Happy and prepared to return to the police station. As soon as

the two got in the car, they were silent at the same time.

The next moment, they turned their heads to look at each other.

The feeling of life and death together made them both excited. They couldn't help but high-five and hug each other tightly.

Tears filled their eyes.

Fang Zhenyue came over and wanted to talk to Jiayi. After seeing the situation in the car, he was stunned. Then a gentle smile of relief like an old father appeared on his face.

But after a dozen seconds, his smile disappeared from his face.

After knocking on the car window three times, he urged impatiently: Just hug her to vent your emotions, why do you keep hugging her!

……

……

The next day, the police station received a banner for Yi Jiayi, with four words written in large golden characters:

[Crime Nemesis]!

You may not believe it, but the person who sent the banner to Officer Yi was Mr. Liang Yuexia, a former gang leader…