After ten years undercover, I'm giving up.

Fang Siwei felt a buzzing in her head, and her whole body felt a bit confused.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady: "Mr. Ma, where are you right now?"

Ma Zhichao said calmly, "I can't tell you the address right now."

He paused, then added, "And I only trust you, I don't trust anyone else."

"So you had to come alone for this interview."

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Lamma Island, a small seaside village.

Fang Siwei changed into an inconspicuous plain-colored outfit, carried a handheld DV camera, and found the village according to the location given by Ma Zhichao.

The village is not deserted.

Some people sat outside basking in the sun, while fishermen bent down to tidy up their nets. Several children chased and played by the roadside, their laughter echoing in waves.

Fang Siwei was somewhat surprised.

She originally thought that someone like Ma Zhichao, who was being hunted down throughout Hong Kong, would be hiding in a remote, desolate place where no one would approach.

Unexpectedly, he ended up living on the edge of the village.

But this is for the best.

It's much safer than letting her, a woman, run off alone into the deep mountains and forests.

Following the address, Fang Siwei walked all the way to an old house on the edge of the village.

Knock knock knock—

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

A voice quickly came from inside the house: "Who's there?"

"I am Fang Siwei."

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

With a creak.

Fang Siwei pushed open the door and entered.

There is a small courtyard inside, and the living room of the house is only accessible by passing through the courtyard.

Ma Zhichao's voice came through again: "Lock the outside door."

"it is good."

Fang Siwei turned around, locked the door, and then continued walking inside.

The light inside was significantly dimmer than outside.

She looked up and finally saw Ma Zhichao himself.

He looks exactly the same as in the wanted poster.

He looked rather disheveled now.

His chin was covered in dark stubble, his face was tired and pale, his hair was messy, and his eyes were red, as if he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a long time.

There were also quite a few beer cans scattered haphazardly on the table.

Ma Zhichao sat on the wooden sofa, slightly drunk, drinking as he flipped through the newspaper.

The newspaper article contained recent reports about the police's pursuit of Ma Zhichao.

Seeing him like this, Fang Siwei felt a pang of sadness.

He was clearly an undercover agent.

Now he is wanted by the entire city of Hong Kong as a heinous fugitive.

That must feel so painful, right?

She walked into the living room.

The smells of sweat, alcohol, and damp mold mingled together and immediately hit you.

But at this moment, Fang Siwei's heart was filled with sympathy, so she didn't feel much disgust.

Instead, she felt even more sorry for the man in front of her.

"Mr. Ma, I am Fang Siwei."

She said earnestly, "Don't worry, I will do my best to get justice for you."

Ma Zhichao raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

In those eyes, there was doubt, wariness, and a hint of barely concealed anticipation.

"You didn't call the police, did you?"

Oh my goodness.

How many injuries must these eyes have suffered to become like this?

Fang Siwei's sympathy welled up immediately, and he quickly shook his head: "No, Mr. Ma, I absolutely did not notify the police."

Ma Zhichao tilted his head back and took another sip of wine, then mumbled in a drunken daze, "That's good..."

"Now, I don't know who I can trust anymore."

Fang Siwei asked cautiously, "Mr. Ma, are you really... an undercover police officer?"

Ma Zhichao paused for a moment, then took another swig of wine.

Then, he looked ahead with a melancholy expression, his voice hoarse.

"Yes."

"I'm an undercover agent."

"ten years."

"I worked undercover for Han Chen for a full ten years."

Then, he recounted some past events in fits and starts.

The content is fragmented and lacks clear logic, like a drunk person casually pouring out years of pent-up pain.

But it is precisely because of this that Fang Siwei finds it more real.

Her trust in Ma Zhichao gradually increased during this chaotic outpouring.

"Mr. Ma, you played a recording for me on the phone before."

Fang Siwei finally got to the crucial point.

"Is the other person's voice in the recording Superintendent Ng Siu-hung, the head of the Yau Tsim Police Station's Major Crime Unit?"

"Wu... Shaoxiong..."

Ma Zhichao seemed quite drunk, mumbling the name repeatedly.

Fang Siwei pressed further, "Yes, is it him?"

"I...I..."

Ma Zhichao spoke haltingly, as if he wanted to answer, but he couldn't finish his sentence.

The next second, he closed his eyes, slumped to the side, and fell motionless onto the sofa.

She actually fell asleep.

Soon, the sound of snoring began.

Fang Siwei: "..."

isn't it?

How could you suddenly black out at the most crucial point?

Mr. Ma, don't go to sleep yet!

Fang Siwei quickly went over and gently nudged him.

It turned out that when they tried to push him, they found that Ma Zhichao was very sturdy and they couldn't move him at all.

"Mr. Ma?"

"Wake up, wake up first..."

The only response she received was a series of snores.

"Snoring...snoring..."

Ma Zhichao was still fast asleep.

His face was filled with an undeniable weariness.

As Fang Siwei watched, her heart softened again.

She suddenly realized that she had done something terribly wrong.

He was already so exhausted, yet I was still thinking of waking him up to keep asking him questions.

So she decided not to bother him for the time being.

The interview can continue after he wakes up.

Fang Siwei stood up and looked around the room.

There were many miscellaneous items scattered on the ground, and all sorts of things were piled up haphazardly, making the whole room look dirty and messy.

There were several empty instant noodle cups piled up next to it.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

By 7 p.m., it was completely dark outside.

Ma Zhichao still showed no signs of waking up.

Fang Siwei went out of the house and inquired around at the village entrance, only to find out that the boats leaving Lamma Island had stopped running.

The next bus is at 8 a.m. tomorrow.

Fang Siwei suddenly felt a headache coming on.

It seems she really will have to stay overnight on Lamma Island tonight.

She went back inside.

Ma Zhichao is still asleep.

8 PM.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Finally, Ma Zhichao on the sofa stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

"Mr. Ma, you're finally awake."

Ma Zhichao rubbed his forehead, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"I...Reporter Fang, how long have I been asleep?"

He slept for a full seven hours.

After waking up, I felt noticeably more energetic than before.

He looked at Fang Siwei in front of him.

Even in her simplest attire, her natural beauty and radiance remain undeniable.

This face really matches his aesthetic.

Fang Siwei replied, "Seven hours."

The thought that there were no boats to go back tonight and that she would have to stay here overnight made her feel somewhat troubled.

A lone man and a lone woman, alone in a room.

If something were to happen, she, a frail woman, might not be able to do anything even if she screamed until she was hoarse.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Mr. Ma seems to be an upright person.

There shouldn't be any problems, right?

"Excuse me."

Ma Zhichao looked apologetic.

"I originally wanted you to come and do an interview, but I didn't expect I slept for so long."

Fang Siwei shook her head: "It's okay."

Ma Zhichao rubbed his stomach: "I'm a little hungry, let's get something to eat first."

"I'll accept your formal interview after I finish eating."

Fang Siwei immediately said, "I'll cook."

soon.

With an apologetic look on his face, Ma Zhichao quickly finished his meal.

Then, the interview finally began in earnest.

Fang Siwei turned on the DV camera, and his expression became visibly excited.

She knew that she might be about to capture a major news story that would shake the entire city of Hong Kong.

"Mr. Ma, let's continue with the question from before."

"In that recording you played for me before, was the other person actually Wu Shaoxiong?"

"Yes."

Ma Zhichao's eyes instantly turned cold, and his tone was filled with gritted teeth and hatred.

"It's him."

"Actually, my original superior was Superintendent Wong."

"That's Superintendent Wong Chi-shing, who was thrown from a building a few days ago."

"He died a terrible death."

"But I didn't even have the chance to see him off on his final journey."

[Huang Zhicheng's ghost roars angrily: You bastard! It was clearly you who did it!]

"What?"

Fang Siwei was utterly shocked.

"Your superior is actually Superintendent Wong Chi-shing?"

Ma Zhichao nodded heavily: "Yes, it was him."

"After Superintendent Wong died, Ng Siu-hung contacted me."

"He said he had taken over the case that Superintendent Wong had been in charge of before his death, which means that from that moment on, I, the undercover agent, was under his jurisdiction."

"But I never expected this."

"He actually turned around and harmed me in the end!"

At this point, Ma Zhichao appeared both angry and aggrieved.

Fang Siwei was equally indignant upon hearing this.

"Mr. Ma, do you have any evidence?"

Her tone became urgent.

"I need evidence."

"As long as you have evidence, I can find a way to report this."

Ma Zhichao nodded immediately.

"have."

After he finished speaking, he took out his phone and played a recording.

That was the conversation that took place outside the Western restaurant and inside the police car earlier.

—"Ma Zhichao, police officer number 325361..."