American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Sham Shui Po, Apliu Street, a shop selling audio equipment.

Qi Shan looked at the familiar storefront and pushed the door open to enter.

Soothing music played inside the audio shop. The owner sat on a large swivel chair with his back to the entrance, his right hand tapping lightly to the rhythm, clearly immersed in the music.

Apliu Street doesn't sell ducks; it's all about electronics, from large appliances to small items like earphone, mice and cameras, everything is available. A shop specializing in audio equipment like this is not very common.

This is the only shop with a signboard in gaudy gold color.

Hearing the bell, the boss turned around. A young man with a bandage on his hand sized up Qi Shan and said, "Take a look around if you need anything!"

Qi Shan smiled: "You were really hard to find, Mr. Chan Wing-yan!"

Chan Wing-yan's expression changed slightly.

He was on leave today and was supposed to see the doctor to have the wound on his hand redressed, but he had inexplicably come to the audio shop on Apliu Street.

The owner was a friend of his, and he had to leave suddenly, so he was temporarily helping out in the shop.

All the decisions were made suddenly, but now someone had shown up claiming to be looking for him. Chan Wing-yan was naturally wary.

He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "But I don't know you!"

Qi Shan smiled mysteriously, took out a kraft paper bag, and placed it gently on the table.

"I know you still have some doubts. Why don't you open this file and take a look?"

Chan Wing-yan stared at Qi Shan for a moment, picked up the kraft paper bag, and pulled out a document from it. After only one glance, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly stuffed it back in.

"Where did you get this?"

Qi Shan spread out his palms: "Mr. Chan is asking a bit too much. I am a private detective after all, and I have to have some skills, otherwise, how would I make a living?"

Chan Wing-yan's expression was uncertain.

"Actually, you don't have to worry. Your identity and your current position are much more valuable than this little piece of paper! Hon Sam, now a popular demolisher, his business is getting bigger and bigger, and his reputation has spread to the New Territories.

With your current status, you only need to quietly transfer the information you submit once, and you can get a lot of benefits. Isn't that a good deal?"

Chan Wing-yan chuckled and threw the kraft paper bag back.

"Trying to trick me? Don't you know I've never lost at poker? Don't think you can threaten me by finding a random file and making up a seemingly real police record! A small private detective like you is not qualified."

Qi Shan waved his hand: "That's a bit of an overstatement. I never thought of threatening you. Anyway, you have to pass on information. Is the receiving address one or two? It doesn't make any difference to you!

Okay, it looks like you still have doubts, so let me explain it to you!"

Chan Wing-yan was slightly puzzled.

"My detective agency just opened, and I hired an assistant.

You know, people who do business like me are similar to intelligence merchants. Although the requirements for the people around me are not too high, I still need to investigate them just in case.

But when I investigated, I found out some amazing things!"

Chan Wing-yan's heart skipped a beat.

Qi Shan said: "For example, she had a boyfriend who was a small gangster six or seven years ago. For example, she clearly isn't married, but she has a six-year-old daughter. For example, the little girl's DNA can magically match her boyfriend's."

With each sentence Qi Shan spoke, Chan Wing-yan felt his hair stand on end.

When Qi Shan placed a thin piece of paper on the table, Chan Wing-yan couldn't help but grab it.

It was the DNA matching report between Ho Siu-Sin and him.

Seeing the words confirming the father-daughter relationship on it.

Chan Wing-yan's hands were trembling.

Qi Shan smiled: "It seems that this news is quite shocking for Mr. Chan! Your superiors clearly know this very well, but they haven't revealed a single word to you. It seems that they have high expectations for you.

I know it won't be easy for Mr. Chan to accept this for a while, but it doesn't matter. Hon Sam's voice is very loud, and I'm not in a hurry.

Mr. Chan can consider it carefully and then give me a call.

Don't worry, as a private detective, I can still get some special equipment, at least much better than the eraser-sized bug that Superintendent Wong gave you!"

Qi Shan revealed a smile, took out a business card and placed it on the table, and turned to leave.

Chan Wing-yan didn't notice anything. He looked at the words on the appraisal report, at the little girl's headshot in the lower left corner, and was completely stunned!

"Ah May… Ho Siu-Sin…"

I actually have a daughter?

She didn't abort the child!

Did she leave me because she was pregnant?

Does she still love me?

Chan Wing-yan's mind was full of thoughts, like a tangled mess.

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A few days later, Chan Wing-yan actually took the initiative to call, but his tone was not good.

"Stay away from them!"

"Mr. Chan, isn't it a bit too direct to get straight to the point like this!

That's not how you do business. The information I gave you is very important to you. Shouldn't you show me your sincerity?"

The other side lowered his voice, almost grinding his teeth, and said: "You clearly know my identity, why are you doing this?"

Qi Shan couldn't help but laugh and said: "Big brother, does this even need to be said? It's about profit! Do you know how much Hon Sam's information is worth on the market?"

After that, there was rapid breathing and a long silence.

After an unknown amount of psychological struggle, the other party gritted his teeth and left an address.

"Put the stuff here, just this once, never again. Otherwise, don't blame me…"

"Mr. Chan, don't speak so definitively sometimes! You should know that for a private detective like me, digging up secrets is the most valuable thing, and your identity represents fate itself. I'm suddenly very interested in you too. If you break your promise, don't blame me for digging deeper, such as the identities of your parents…"

"Damn it! I warn you, don't mess around!"

"Don't worry, I'm an honest businessman, I just sell information!"

Qi Shan chuckled and hung up the phone, turning his head to look at the rooftop of the tall building at the end of the street, shaking his head and saying: "You're telling others, but didn't you also leave a rooftop address?"