A passing traveler through the heavens

In the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of casual conversation, Ji Lin keenly noticed a unique quality emanating from the taxi driver in front of him.

After observing and talking with him, Ji Lin was certain that the driver in front of him was none other than Song Zihao from "A Better Tomorrow"!

Now, since returning to Hong Kong Island, Song Zihao, with the enthusiastic help of his friends, has successfully joined a taxi company, United Taxi Company, and become an ordinary taxi driver.

After learning the identity of the person in front of him, Ji Lin frankly introduced his true identity to Song Zihao.

When Song Zihao learned that Ji Lin was actually his younger brother Song Zijie's boss, a hint of surprise and anticipation flashed in his eyes. He was eager to get more information about his brother from Ji Lin.

Seeing this, Ji Lin smiled and recounted Song Zijie's outstanding performance at the police station, sparing no praise for him.

He said that Song Zijie not only has outstanding work ability and is efficient, but his colleagues also like him very much.

Upon hearing these words, Song Zihao's tense expression immediately relaxed, replaced by an overwhelming sense of excitement.

After all, the person he cared about most and couldn't let go of was his younger brother, Song Zijie.

Even though Song Zijie harbored resentment towards him because of past events, Song Zihao was able to fully understand and tolerate that hatred.

At this moment, Ji Lin said with a hint of teasing, "I heard that you used to be a famous boss in the underworld, Brother Hao!"

Song Zihao was slightly taken aback, then gave a bitter smile and gently shook his head in response.

"Officer, those are all things of the past. I haven't been a big brother for a long time..." His words revealed endless regret and helplessness.

Not long after, Song Zihao successfully took Ji Lin home.

As soon as the car stopped, Ji Lin prepared to pay the fare. However, Song Zihao waved his hand repeatedly, saying that Ji Lin was Song Zijie's superior and that he didn't need to be charged for just a ride.

But Ji Lin wasn't the kind of guy who liked to take advantage of others. He held onto the cash tightly and refused to take it back no matter what.

He gave it a strong push, stuffing the money directly into Song Zihao's pocket, and said firmly.

"Brother Hao, don't be so polite with me! You earn your money through hard work, so please accept it."

Just as Ji Lin was about to turn and leave, he suddenly stopped, turned back and said earnestly to Song Zihao, who was still sitting in the car.

"Brother Hao, turning over a new leaf isn't easy; it requires going through trials."

"But don't worry, as long as you are truly repentant and give A-Jie some time, I believe he will be able to accept you back."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Lin took out an elegant personal business card from his pocket, tossed it to Song Zihao, and then smiled, waved, and turned to walk into his house.

Song Zihao watched Ji Lin's departing figure silently, the words he had just spoken echoing in his ears. His thoughts were in turmoil, and he involuntarily fell into deep contemplation...

The next morning, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze was blowing.

Ji Lin arrived at the police station early as usual, but before he could even sit down, he heard a series of hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a tall, blond, blue-eyed foreigner burst into the office.

He was furious, muttering something in English. After calming down a bit, his foreign boss relayed the urgent mission he had just received to everyone.

It turns out that recently, a large number of well-made counterfeit banknotes suddenly appeared in Hong Kong Island, which not only seriously disrupted the financial market order, but also made the wallets of foreign bosses increasingly empty.

Therefore, he is now furious and demands that Ji Lin and other Chinese detectives solve the case within the stipulated time limit and bring all the criminals who manufacture and sell counterfeit money to justice.

Upon receiving the order, Ji Lin immediately arranged for his men to investigate.

Preliminary investigations have revealed that this batch of counterfeit money all came from a professional counterfeit money production group.

This group operates with extreme secrecy and has a tight organizational structure. Its current leader is named Tan Cheng, who is an extremely cunning and ruthless person.

Upon receiving the news, Ji Lin immediately made arrangements, giving orders to Song Zijie and Liang Xiaotang with a serious expression.

"You two immediately lead a team to closely monitor Tan Cheng's every move." Song Zijie and Liang Xiaotang accepted the order and quickly began their operation.

Not long after, Song Zijie sent back important intelligence: Tan Cheng would be meeting with a group of buyers from Thailand at a nightclub that night to discuss important matters.

Upon receiving this news, Ji Lin dared not delay. As soon as night fell, he personally led Song Zijie and Liang Xiaotang to the nightclub.

Before they even got close, Ji Lin and the others spotted Tan Cheng and his accomplices sitting in a luxurious booth in the distance.

From their appearance, they seemed to be merely discussing something in hushed tones, showing no signs of starting a formal transaction.

Time passed by, and after about half an hour, Tan Cheng and his group suddenly got up, seemingly preparing to leave.

Just then, Tan Cheng walked toward an area with a long dining table.

Ji Lin looked closely and was shocked – Song Zihao and the lame Ma Ge were sitting there!

Ji Lin subconsciously turned his head to look at Song Zijie beside him and found that Song Zijie's face was full of anger and his eyes were spitting fire.

Just as Ji Lin was trying to comfort Song Zijie, an unexpected scene unfolded.

Tan Cheng and his group parted on bad terms after only a few words. Song Zijie ignored Ji Lin's attempts to stop him and strode straight toward Song Zihao.

Upon approaching, he grabbed Song Zihao without a word and turned to walk towards a quiet alley behind the nightclub.

Seeing this, Ji Lin quickly led Liang Xiaotang and followed...

At this moment, the atmosphere in the narrow, dark alley behind the nightclub, which was filled with a strange smell, was unusually tense.

Song Zijie, his face contorted with rage, roughly searched and severely interrogated Song Zihao.

In a dark corner not far away, Little Ma, who had been silently observing this scene, could no longer suppress his anger.

He suddenly rushed out, shoving Song Zijie forcefully while shouting, "What are you doing! How can you treat your own brother like this?"

However, the enraged Song Zijie did not stop what he was doing. Instead, he glared fiercely at Little Ma and quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at Little Ma, and he roared, "If you dare to mess around again, believe me, I'll shoot you dead, you cripple!"

Faced with Song Zijie's threat, Little Ma showed no fear. He gripped Song Zijie's wrist holding the gun tightly, his eyes wide open, and he responded through gritted teeth.

"I'm warning you, don't point a gun at my head! If you have the guts, just shoot me dead!"

"Shoot! Shoot me!" For a moment, the two were locked in a stalemate, and the situation became increasingly tense.

At this critical moment, Ji Lin, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally couldn't help but shout, "Song Zijie, put your gun away!"

Hearing Ji Lin's roar, Song Zijie, though unwilling, had no choice but to obey the order. He reluctantly put away his pistol and tucked it into the holster on his waist.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Lin turned his head and winked at Liang Xiaotang beside him.

Leung Siu-tong understood immediately and stepped forward, gesturing for Sung Chi-kit to come back to the police station with him.

Although Song Zijie was unwilling, under Ji Lin's stern gaze, he had no choice but to nod helplessly and obediently follow Liang Xiaotang as they turned and left.

After they had gone some distance, Ji Lin finally relaxed a little. He gently patted Song Zihao on the shoulder and comforted him earnestly.

"Brother Hao, don't take it to heart. Ah Jie probably just acted impulsively and still holds a grudge against you."

Song Zihao raised his head, looked at Ji Lin, his eyes glistening with tears, his lips trembling slightly, and nodded with difficulty.

Just then, Ji Lin slowly turned around and his gaze fell on Brother Ma, who looked puzzled, beside him.

He took a deep breath and then said in a sincere and slightly apologetic tone, "Brother Ma, I apologize to you on behalf of Song Zijie."

After saying this, Ji Lin stared quietly at Little Ma, seemingly waiting for his response.

Little Ma frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He remained silent for a moment, then nodded, indicating that he accepted Ji Lin's apology.

After Ji Lin walked away, Brother Ma immediately turned to look at Song Zihao, who had been standing silently to the side, and couldn't help but ask.

"Brother Hao, who is he...?"