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“There are three of them. They came from Haojiang with us and are currently hiding in an abandoned factory in Sham Shui Po. They are responsible for picking us up.” Ah Lang spilled out everything he knew. “That’s all I know. There really isn’t anything else.”

Ye Haoxuan stared into Ah Lang's eyes for a few seconds, then winked at Zhou Xingxing. He could tell that Ah Lang was probably not lying.

Stephen Chow turned off the recorder, got up and left the interrogation room to arrange for people to track down "Old Ghost" and the abandoned factory in Sham Shui Po.

Ye Haoxuan stood up and said to A Lang, "We will verify what you said. If it is true, I will keep my promise and help you apply for a reduced sentence."

As he stepped out of the interrogation room, Yang Liqing immediately greeted him, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Team Leader Ye, you're amazing! You broke through his psychological defenses with just a few words."

Ye Haoxuan smiled and said, "It's not that I'm good, it's that he has a weakness. Gang members may seem ruthless, but most of them are driven by profit or family ties. If you can find their weakness, you can find a breakthrough."

At that moment, Song Zijie walked in.

“Brother Xuan, we found it! There is indeed a shop called ‘Chengxin Hardware Store’ in Yau Ma Tei. The owner’s surname is Wang, and his nickname is ‘Old Ghost.’ He has had many dealings with Sang Biao’s Yi Lian Gang. In addition, we also found the abandoned factory in Sham Shui Po. It used to be a textile factory, but it is now abandoned.”

“Alright!” Ye Haoxuan’s eyes narrowed. “Xingxing has already led a team to track down Lao Gui. I’ll lead a team to Sham Shui Po to capture the remaining remnants. Liqing, you’re coming with me. Be careful.”

"Yes!" Yang Liqing nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with excitement and determination.

......

About ten minutes later.

The sirens pierced the afternoon hustle and bustle of Hong Kong Island as two police cars sped north along Nathan Road toward Sham Shui Po.

Ye Haoxuan sat in the passenger seat, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees, reviewing Ah Lang's confession in his mind—the abandoned textile factory, the three scarred remnants of the gang, the old ghost from Yau Ma Tei. These clues were like scattered pieces of jade, and only a few final connections were needed to string them together into a complete chain.

Yang Liqing sat in the back seat, his hands on the pistol on his knees, but his eyes were not idle.

The street scene outside the car window gradually changed from bustling shops to mottled old buildings, with clotheslines crisscrossing between the buildings and vendors pushing their carts through narrow alleys, creating a unique atmosphere of everyday life in Sham Shui Po.

She recalled Ah Lang crying as he mentioned his mother and sister, and then she remembered Ye Haoxuan's words, "Grasp the weakness and you'll find the breakthrough." She quietly made a mental note of it—compared to the fighting skills taught at the police academy, this ability to read people might be the key to solving cases.

"Brother Xuan, there's news from Zhou Xingxing." The cell phone suddenly rang, and after answering, Song Zijie's voice came through quickly, "He has already made his way to the vicinity of Chengxin Hardware Store in Yau Ma Tei. Lao Gui is in the store. The people coming and going at the door are quite mixed. He didn't dare to make any rash moves and said he would keep watch to see if anyone would make contact."

Ye Haoxuan: "Have him keep a close eye on the back door. I've already had two officers from the West District Police Station go around to the alley entrance to ambush them, so that Old Ghost doesn't get away. Also, send me the location of the hardware store on my phone. I'll go meet them when they close in here."

"receive."

After hanging up the call, Ye Haoxuan turned to the driver and said, "Turn onto Lai Chi Kok Road at the next intersection, stop two blocks away from the Textile Factory, and walk there."

He looked at Yang Liqing and added, "Sham Shui Po has many old factories and complicated alleys. Follow me closely and find out the situation around the factory first. Don't break down the door rashly—Ah Lang said they are there to provide backup, and they might be hiding heavy weapons."

Yang Liqing nodded vigorously, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the gun handle, tense but not intimidated:

“I will pay attention to the surroundings, especially the back alleys and windows.”

A dozen minutes later, the police car stopped in a secluded spot on Lai Chi Kok Road.

After getting out of the car, the two walked quickly along the base of the wall, avoiding the neighbors who were chatting in groups by the roadside.

The abandoned textile factory that Ah Lang mentioned was hidden deep in an alley. Its exterior walls were covered with dark green vines, and its rusty iron gate was ajar. The hinges were covered with a thick layer of dust, but there were a few fresh scratches, indicating that someone had been going in and out recently.

"You keep an eye on the main entrance here, I'll go around to the back alley and take a look." Ye Haoxuan lowered his voice and pointed to the narrow alley next to him. "Watch out for anyone peeking out of the windows. If you see anything, signal with your hand, but don't make a sound."

Yang Liqing leaned against the corner of the wall, using the vines as cover, his gaze fixed on the iron gate.

The alley was quiet, with only the sounds of mahjong tiles and bicycle bells coming from afar. The rustling of the vines in the wind provided excellent cover.

She quietly took out her notebook and quickly jotted down the factory's layout: the main entrance was a single door, with a small window on each side, the glass of which was covered in dust, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.

Not long after, Ye Haoxuan returned from the back alley and made a "three" gesture towards her—the back alley had three exits, two of which were blocked by debris, leaving only one leading to the back street.

He leaned close to Yang Liqing's ear and whispered, "There's a light on in the back window, so there should be someone inside. I've already contacted Chen Jiaju, and he's with two riot police officers blocking the back street exit. They'll be there in three minutes."

Yang Liqing nodded, then suddenly pointed to the gap in the iron gate: "Team Leader Ye, look at the shadow inside."

Ye Haoxuan leaned down and looked through the gap. He could see two blurry figures squatting on the ground, seemingly holding cigarettes in their hands. Occasionally, he could hear a few mumbled words of conversation. Their accents were from the Macau region, the same as Ah Lang's.