I make a living solving crimes.

When Chang Wei sat up and faced the narrow gap in the sky, the people outside the room relaxed instantly.

No one can defeat Chang Wei head-on, and this realization has been further strengthened in the past half month.

They had received intensive training in Yangcheng and had also taken some body-building pills provided by Chang Wei. They believed they could fight ten people at once, but they still could not complete a single move in front of Chang Wei.

They don't know whether Yixiantian can fight or not, but everyone knows that young and strong people are more powerful than men.

As for playing with guns...when they were in Yanbei, they knew how fast and accurate Chang Wei's gun was.

So a few people looked around bored.

The four of them squatted on the brightly lit streets of Hong Kong Island, looking at this magical city.

During the day, everyone here is in a hurry. It is rare to see anyone slow down. Everyone is working hard for a living.

But at night, every street here is brightly lit, and the streets are filled with various stalls, where people spend their hard-earned money during the day like crazy.

Some streets have many windows painted green. The driver said that it is called "one floor, one phoenix".

Many people would walk into the dark alleys with red eyes, spend money with great anticipation to buy some pieces of paper from the stalls, and then hide them carefully. That was the Zihua stall.

Some people openly sold white flour, and the buyers smoked it on the street, and the police passed by without noticing.

The rampant prostitution, gambling and drugs were to such an extent that the four Dharma Kings were shocked.

A car drove by, stirring up fine dust. Wu Jimao narrowed his eyes and said, "The police here are just decorations. They do nothing but extort money from the people."

“The colonial police were not meant to serve the common people.”

Li Lai Fu saw two uniformed policemen walking along the street. He simply turned his hat over and handed it to the stall owner. The other party obediently put the money in and shook his head helplessly.

"I also saw police officers in the Tianjin Concession when I was a child, and they didn't dare to engage in corruption so blatantly." Ji Xiaowang felt that this was not just a colonial reason.

They all remembered the more than 40 million that Chang Wei had seized from Lei Luo's house.

It was probably because of the soldiers and police who looted from house to house on the streets.

Jiang Hongxia on the side had been enduring it again and again.

If it happened in the country, if the policeman dared to do this, she would have beaten him up first.

It’s a pity that this is a port city.

When she was at Lei Luo's house, she knew that there was a king here, but no laws.

She had already turned her head away and didn't want to look anymore, but the moment she turned her head, she couldn't help it.

She was a little girl of only six or seven years old, selling cigarettes on the street with a few packs of cigarettes in her pocket.

She was only wearing a thin piece of clothing. In the port city in April, the night was still chilly. She walked barefoot, looking pleadingly at every passerby, and dared not resist even when being pushed and shoved.

There are many rich people in Hong Kong Island, but there are also many poor people. Jiang Hongxia has become accustomed to the unhappiness in the world in recent days.

She was just feeling distressed at first and wasn't going to get involved.

But when she saw two policemen approaching the girl and failing to get the "fee" as she wished, they directly snatched the two packs of cigarettes from the girl's pocket and kicked the girl to the side of the road, she could no longer bear it.

She stood up, gritted her teeth, and without arguing with the two policemen, she hurried to the little girl and helped her up.

"Does it hurt?" She pulled up the girl's trouser leg and saw a red mark on it.

The little girl shook her head woodenly, pursed her lips, picked up the scattered packets of cigarettes on the ground, and ran to the two policemen in a panic, chattering something.

Jiang Hongxia's Cantonese level is very low. Apart from "The duck has killed me to eat dog shit", she probably only knows "Lei Hou" and "Wu Gai".

The little girl was actually begging the two policemen to give her back a pack of cigarettes.

Even if you have to pay fees, a pack of cigarettes is enough.

Not only did the policeman who took the cigarette not return it to her, he also slapped the little girl hard in the face in extreme impatience, knocking her to the ground again.

忍......忍尼玛啊！

The young policewoman's temper flared up.

If the little girl were ten years older, she would have endured it today.

But she was only six or seven years old, younger than her nephew, skinny and frail. How could these scumbags do that to her?

She didn't speak much Cantonese and was too lazy to reason with them.

Just as he was about to take action, he heard the sound of three telescopic sticks swinging from behind him.

Her comrades had already rushed over.

It's fine if you are corrupt and exploit the people, but this is still a child.

Although Wu Jimao was beaten up by Jiang Hongxia every day, he was never a good-tempered person, let alone a coward.

Even if I get into trouble, at most I'll be beaten up by Chang Wei. I'll just calm down today.

At this time, the uniformed police were not equipped with guns, only plainclothes police had guns, so before they could even raise the two wooden sticks, they were knocked to the ground by Wu Jimao and his three men.

He rolled on the ground, wailing in words the three of them could not understand.

Jiang Hongxia took a breath, walked over without even looking at her, and pulled the little girl up again.

There was a red palm print on the cheek, which was smaller than his palm.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Hongxia smelled carefully and took out a handkerchief to wipe the stains on the girl's face.

The little girl seemed to be frightened by Wu Jimao and the other two. She just stared at them blankly, not running or talking, but her big dark eyes were filled with grievance.

Wu Jimao felt bored after beating him a few times, so he turned back and saw Ah Ting cheering excitedly and asked, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't you have an older brother?" Ating said as a matter of course.

Chang Wei, who was talking with Li Xiaochen in the room, heard the noise outside and got up and walked out.

Jiang Hongxia picked up the girl, lowered her head, and whispered: "Brother... Brother Nan, I'm in trouble again!"

Chang Wei touched the little girl's face and said with a nonchalant smile: "What kind of trouble is this?"

“But they are police officers.”

"I'm not afraid of Lei Luo." Chang Wei's words were full of dominance.

Not causing trouble doesn't mean he is afraid of trouble.

As he was speaking, the two policemen who were fleeing in such a hurry did not even bother to pick up their hats. They took out their whistles and blew them desperately as they ran.

A shrill whistle sounded on Nathan Road.

Passersby who were originally watching the excitement all dodged, but were unwilling to go far, and stood on tiptoe to watch the fun.

These people are well-dressed and look like rich people.

Rich people fighting with the police, all because of a little girl selling cigarettes, was big news in Hong Kong Island.

The first people to arrive were not the police, but a group of gangsters who came out from the dark corners.

Two policemen grabbed the leader and pointed at Chang Wei and others, talking in a babble about what had happened.

Then, a group of thugs took out steel pipes, machetes, and daggers from their possession and surrounded them from both sides of the street.

The gangster stood up for the police, what a fucking bastard!