Under normal circumstances, it would already have been past quitting time.
Zhou Quan had no idea exactly where his uncle was, so he simply called his private number.
"Well, this is rare. You little brat actually called me of your own accord?"
Lee Man-bun's deep voice, tinged with amusement, reached Zhou Quan's ears over the phone.
"Go on, then. What trouble have you run into?"
There was always something of a generation gap between younger family members and their elders.
However close they were, apart from checking in and expressing concern, they rarely took the initiative to contact their elders.
Unless, like Zhou Quan now, they had run into something they needed help with.
"Heh, heh!"
Zhou Quan chuckled sheepishly, making no attempt to explain.
"Uncle, I need intelligence on all the arms dealers in Hong Kong. Could you arrange that?"
Zhou Quan changed the subject and explained why he had called.
"Your aunt's husband was right. You're a little brat who only remembers people when you need them."
Lee Man-bun's amused, exasperated scolding immediately came over the line.
Of course, he did not refuse Zhou Quan's request for help.
"Are you at the Police Station now, you little brat?"
Although Lee Man-bun was asking, he had actually already worked out where Zhou Quan was.
"Shall I have our CIB colleagues fax some files over to your Yau Tsim District Anti-Triad Unit?"
Lee Man-bun knew his nephew's way of doing things very well.
Since Zhou Quan was calling him about work, chances were he had not finished for the day and was still busy at the Police Station.
"Uncle, I'm in my office right now. Just fax the files straight over."
Zhou Quan nodded repeatedly and said with an ingratiating chuckle, "Thanks, Uncle. Sorry to bother you so late."
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