David Thompson got on the subway at Cheung Sha Wan Station and had already spotted Brian Carter, but upon learning that Brian Carter had a gun—and with the subway packed with people—unless he was out of his mind, he knew he couldn’t act rashly, let alone get too close, in case he provoked Brian Carter.

After following for one more stop, watching as a large number of passengers got off and a new crowd boarded, Brian Carter, who had originally been standing there, suddenly disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 008 Fishing Without a Helmet Big D

At Lai Chi Kok Detention Center, Teapot, Vaseline, and the others had just finished breakfast and started work. A group of inmates were working while whispering among themselves.

“Is this the second or third day already? That new big-circle guy who was just brought in—did he escape the night he arrived, or was it the next morning? Damn, over at Stanley, no escapee has ever lasted more than seven days.”

“We’re not much worse here at Lai Chi Kok, so why is there still no news? Anyone betting on the grass?”

As one inmate walked by, he approached Lanks and curiously asked, “Lanks, that guy was from your cell. You’re the cell boss—how much do you know about him? How did he get out?”

Lanks rolled his eyes hard. “If I knew, I’d have gotten out long ago myself.”

This wasn’t the first time someone had asked him this. Not only had plenty of inmates questioned him, but even the police had asked a lot.

Not just the regular guards—his own superiors, who knew he was undercover, had come in person to ask for every possible detail.

After all, Brian Carter had been spotted by the police more than once after his escape, and each time he managed to slip away right under their noses.

It was just too ridiculous.

If, after escaping from Lai Chi Kok, no police had ever spotted you again, it would at least prove your ability to hide was extraordinary—that would be understandable…

But if you keep getting spotted by the police, that just means your anti-surveillance skills are average. So how do you keep slipping away every time?

Are you deliberately showing up just to slap them in the face?

If he’d learned any Taoist tracking techniques, Lanks would have used them by now. Hmm, his main interest in Taoist arts was that you could grow longer arms, longer legs—everything could be longer.

…

At a certain bank in Lai Chi Kok, Brian Carter was discreetly dealing with the bank staff. He wanted to open a safe deposit box here and put in the more than eighty thousand Hong Kong dollars he’d earned—eighty thousand in the box, just keeping a few thousand on him.

A full bottle of 50 NZT-49 pills—he’d taken one yesterday, and now kept only one on him, storing the remaining 48 in the box.

After all, he could be arrested at any time. If he ran into trouble, he had to avoid taking NZT unless absolutely necessary. One pill was fine, but taking too many could lead to addiction and severe side effects.

Once everything was stored, and the bank staff had finished the process, he left feeling much lighter. The safe deposit box key also needed to be stored safely.

After circling several nearby office buildings, he finally found a relatively ideal hiding spot and stashed the key before setting off again.

A few hours later, after wandering around, Brian Carter arrived in Tsuen Wan. While quietly eating at a roadside stall, he noticed police cars speeding down the street one after another.

The more police cars there were, the less he could afford to panic.

Only after the sirens had completely faded did he curiously ask the street vendor, “What happened? Why all the commotion?”

The middle-aged vendor replied calmly, “It must be another fight between Hung Hing and Wo Luen Shing. Tsuen Wan used to be pretty stable, but ever since Wo Luen Shing’s Big D showed up, there have been frequent gang wars. Hung Hing’s Uncle Frank just can’t hold up.”

“But they used to fight for turf at night. It’s rare to see this kind of thing in broad daylight…”

Is the helmet-wearing fisherman Big D on the rise? Makes sense—even without NZT-48 or yesterday’s memory boost, he was already very familiar with the name Big D.

He’d competed for the Wo Luen Shing boss position two times in a row, and both times, because his power was too strong, Uncle Deng deliberately picked someone else to keep the balance—first a guy from Wan Chai, then a guy from Jordan… Big D beating up Hung Hing’s Uncle Frank here was perfectly reasonable.

He’d watched the Young and Dangerous series and had no impression of Uncle Frank at all.

He wasn’t interested in the gang fights, but as for Big D, maybe getting close could earn him a sign-in reward?

He grabbed a few more fish balls and ate as he walked. He headed in the opposite direction of the police cars—going forward would likely land him in the middle of a big gang fight, and following the police cars would probably take him to the police station.

Deliberately choosing another route and winding through several alleys, he had no idea where he was going. Just as he exited a small alley, a group of people approached from the left, led by a man with arrogance written all over his face—who else could it be but Big D?

Brian Carter was stunned for a moment. Wasn’t this guy’s crew in the middle of a gang fight? At least a dozen police cars had just sped off.

Could the fish ball vendor have been wrong?

“Hey kid, what are you standing there for? Looking dumb!”

Big D strode over, and as he reached Brian Carter, he arrogantly shoved him aside. Brian Carter stepped aside accordingly.

“Ding! Congratulations, you have successfully signed in with Big D. Reward: one invisible protective helmet. The host can claim it at any time.”