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"In medical science, there is a condition called pituitary dwarfism."

Insufficient growth hormone secretion during childhood can lead to delayed bone development, resulting in the retention of youthful facial features in adulthood.

If you observe carefully, you will find that although the person's skin is delicate, it has lost its elasticity and the lines on their face are monotonous.

A normal eight- or nine-year-old girl has plump, radiant skin that exhibits the firmness expected of a healthy child.

Based on my observation, that person should be around thirty years old.

At this point, Zhou Shi'an skillfully took out a lollipop from his pocket, tore off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth.

"Holy crap, bro, you even know this?"

Zhou Shijin blinked in disbelief, his face full of admiration.

"Secondly, when normal children see their relatives being beaten, their first instinct is to stop them and beg for mercy."

That's right, even kowtowing is perfectly normal.

But don't forget, she said she had leukemia.

Leukemia patients have severely reduced platelet counts and abnormal platelet function.

Even minor bumps and knocks can cause persistent bleeding, such as nosebleeds, bleeding gums, and subcutaneous bruising.

She hadn't shown any unusual symptoms just now.

Upon hearing this, even Wong Chi-wah in the passenger seat was stunned.

He has been a police officer for over twenty years, and he hadn't noticed anything unusual about the little girl just now.

But how could this young man still have such keen observation skills when he was being assassinated?

This is terrifying!

Based on his initial assessment, the young man in white was likely the leader of that group.

But this professional medical knowledge just came out of his mouth. Could it be that gangsters are now taking the elite route?

Just then, Zhou Shi'an's voice rang out again.

"Third, in that situation, a normal child would be in a state of extreme panic."

Even when begging for mercy, she would become incoherent, and her ability to express herself would never be as clear and concise as hers.

And most importantly, when she glanced at the old man, there was no worry or panic in her eyes.

Instead, it was filled with indifference—a disregard for life that should not be seen in a child.

After he finished speaking, the entire police car was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even Li Tiejun, a professional soldier who had served as a bodyguard for the country's top leader, was speechless with shock at Zhou Shi'an.

For the rest of the journey, no one spoke.

It wasn't until everyone entered the police station and Li Tiejun wanted to follow the two into the interrogation room that Huang Zihua stopped him.

Meeting Li Tiejun's unwavering gaze, Huang Zihua's heart trembled slightly, but he still feigned composure and explained:

"Please rest assured that the entire interrogation room is under surveillance."

We simply need your cooperation in giving a statement; we will not do anything that violates regulations.

Li Tiejun remained silent, simply reaching into his robes with a blank expression.

This action almost made Wong Chi-wah collapse to the ground in fright.

As for why he didn't draw his gun as a warning, it's because he knew his own limitations and was no match for the person in front of him.

This intuition had saved his life countless times during the capture of criminals.

However, when he saw Li Tiejun pull out an ID card, Huang Zihua realized he had been overthinking things.

He took a deep breath and hurriedly took the documents handed to him by the other party.

When he saw the contents, his heart skipped a beat.

It's not because the certificate has any impressive titles or special status.

Rather, it was because the identification document showed the other party's military personnel identity.

But it was precisely this point that shocked Wong Tze-wah even more.

Ordinary soldiers don't have such terrifying pressure, unless... they have some special identity that cannot be made public.

With that in mind, Wong Tze-wah respectfully handed over his identification.

Li Tiejun carefully put away his documents and strode towards the interrogation room. He didn't say a word the entire time.

Wong Tze-wah took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then went inside.

"Officer Wong!"

Upon seeing him, the two police officers quickly stood up.

Wong Tze-wah nodded and sat down behind the table.

He quickly organized his thoughts and put on a gentle smile: "Gentlemen, there's no need to be nervous."

I'm sorry for this unpleasant experience so soon after arriving in the port city.

Our port police will definitely handle this matter seriously; today is simply a matter of making some records.

Zhou Shijin sat slumped in his chair with his legs crossed, looking languid.

"Don't worry, we are upright and righteous Young Pioneers, there's nothing to panic about. Just ask us anything."

Everyone: "..."

Dayo Wong smiled and said, "Handsome, you're quite humorous."

"Then let me ask you briefly, what are your names?"

Zhou Shijin straightened up: "Just ask me about this. My name is Zhou Shijin, and that's my older brother, his name is Zhou Shi'an!"

Wong Tze-wah nodded: "Where are you two from?"

"Kyoto!"

"May I ask what brings you to Gangcheng?"

Zhou Shijin did not answer directly, but instead glanced at his older brother and saw that the other party nodded slightly.

He then replied, "My older brother and I are here to visit relatives!"

"Oh? What kind of relative?"

"Looking for my grandpa!"

"Would it be convenient to tell me the other person's name and contact information?"

Hearing the other party's endless questions, Zhou Shijin suddenly got a little angry.

He jumped to his feet, about to say something, when he heard his older brother's voice.

"Time's End!"

Upon hearing this, he immediately calmed down and obediently sat back down.

At this moment, Zhou Shi'an had already changed his original plan.

Since they were targeted as soon as they landed, it means that the other side had been monitoring their movements for a long time.

The journey ahead will definitely not be peaceful.

There's no need to hide it. Asking the police in Hong Kong about Grandpa's whereabouts would save a lot of trouble.

Thinking of this, Zhou Shi'an said calmly, "My maternal grandfather's name is Shen Jinghong. Do you know where he lives?"

"Who?" The three people opposite each other widened their eyes at the same time, unable to believe what they had heard.

One of the officers was so shocked that he dropped his pen on the ground with a "thud".

If you ask a native Hong Kong resident who the current Commissioner of Police is, some of them might not know.

However, the legendary name of Shen Jinghong is known to everyone.

That's the head of the biggest triad in Hong Kong, the Hung Society. He's a figure who can make the whole city tremble with a single stomp of his foot.

Some might think this is an exaggeration; how could a gang have such power?

Putting aside the influence of the Hongmen, just the name Shen Jinghong alone makes him an idol in the hearts of countless young people in Hong Kong.

The other person was someone who, at the age of eighteen, single-handedly chased and slaughtered hundreds of people across six streets with two knives.

At the age of 23, he represented Hong Kong in the Southeast Asian free fighting competition and won the championship for six consecutive years.

As for why he only participated in six editions, it's because none of his opponents survived to leave the ring, thus he was banned from participating by the organizers.

Over the years, his reputation has not diminished at all; in fact, he has become a legend in the hearts of countless thugs in various gangs.

And these two people in front of us are actually the grandsons of that big shot?

Wong Tze-wah swallowed hard: "Are you talking about Old Master Shen of the Hongmen?"