"Come on, sir. I worked my ass off bringing you guys a late-night snack, and you want to mess with me?"
After Chan Ka Kui heard Huang Yaozu's brief explanation, an exaggerated expression appeared on his face. He grinned and waggled his eyebrows.
"It's already the 1990s. There are no ghosts in this world."
Chan Ka Kui spoke with complete confidence.
He was a proud Royal Hong Kong Police officer. How could he possibly be fooled by them?
"You guys can fool that punk Ho Nam if you want. What's the point of trying to fool me?"
Chan Ka Kui clicked his tongue twice, wagging a finger.
"Come on, Officer Chan, we're practically family. No need to put me down like that. Do you think I'm still a kid who'd fall for their prank?"
Chan Ho Nam rolled his eyes as well.
"But since Officer Huang has spoken, I'll give you some face. Go ahead and put that whatever-cow's-tears stuff on me. Just don't claim there's nothing in the room later. It's already so late."
Chan Ka Kui put on a show of humoring them. They were friends, after all. Playing jokes on each other was entertainment in itself.
"Ka Kui, I'm thinking of transferring you into my department. Don't die before your first night is over. With that attitude, you'll get yourself killed easily."
Huang Yaozu sighed, then personally smeared cow's tears over Chan Ka Kui's eyes.
"Please, Officer Huang. I know you outrank me—you're a superintendent. Even our precinct chief is only on your level. Don't screw with me. I'm sick of being a traffic cop and an operator already. I don't want to go to the Miscellaneous Affairs Department and wait on all those big shots."
When he heard Huang Yaozu wanted to transfer him into his