"Reporting, sir!"
Pang Yan Kin stood respectfully at attention and reported the details in a hoarse voice.
"Several civilians suffered gunshot wounds and were sent to Mingxin Hospital for emergency treatment at the time. All of them are now out of danger."
Mingxin Hospital. That place had come up again.
Standing to one side, Zhou Quan could not help narrowing his eyes.
Mingxin Hospital could be considered the largest hospital in Kowloon City, even though it was privately owned.
Whenever Kowloon City District faced some sudden danger or disaster, however, Mingxin Hospital was clearly its strongest source of medical aid.
The casualties from the gunfight at Yunlai Teahouse had all been sent to Mingxin Hospital.
That was something Zhou Quan could make use of.
"No civilians died. That's a blessing amid the misfortune!"
Wong Bing Yiu's expression eased a little. He continued in a grave voice, "What about our men? What are the exact casualties?"
At the thought of his men's condition, deep sorrow flashed through Pang Yan Kin's eyes.
"Almost every man in the Anti-Triad Unit who took part in the operation was wounded."
Pang Yan Kin let out a long sigh and answered with an extremely heavy expression, "Not only was the commander of Anti-Triad B Group killed in the line of duty, but we also lost an Undercover Police Officer."
Pang Yan Kin had no intention of concealing anything. After all, the Undercover Police Officer's funeral still needed to be arranged.
If he concealed what had happened to the man, how could his conscience possibly rest easy?
This time, the Anti-Triad Unit under his command had suffered a major setback.
"How could there have been such a serious lapse?"
Fixing Pang Yan Kin with a piercing stare, Wong Bing Yiu demanded in a grave voice, "Did someone