After leaving the safe house in Kowloon City, Zhou Quan did not return directly to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station to launch the operation.
Sitting in his Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle, he called his uncle, Lee Man-bun.
"Uncle, I've got a big gift for you!"
The moment the call connected, before Lee Man-bun could tease him, Zhou Quan cut him off with a cheerful smile.
"Chun, now this is a rare treat!"
Lee Man-bun chuckled, still teasing Zhou Quan.
"From your tone, you little rascal, does this mean your uncle gets to bask in your glory for once?"
Ever since Zhou Quan finished his probation as an inspector, all his operations had brought credit to Wong Bing Yiu.
Because of that, Chief Wong had even become Commissioner Wong.
Lee Man-bun, on the other hand, had only ever given and never received anything in return.
Zhou Quan had obtained plenty of crucial intelligence from his uncle, yet his uncle had never shared in any of his glory.
Even so, Zhou Quan had never felt the slightest embarrassment about it.
They were family. Why would they keep such careful accounts?
Lee Man-bun's remarks were merely teasing, too.
"Uncle, there's nothing I could do!"
A trace of warmth flashed in his eyes as Zhou Quan protested with feigned grievance, "You're at Tai Kwun, and I'm in West Kowloon."
"Our work hardly ever overlapped before!"
"You're the Big Sir of O Division, while I'm just a lowly Assistant Superintendent in Yau Tsim District."
"How could an operation in my little patch ever involve you?"
Zhou Quan delivered those words with feeling in every syllable.
An outsider hearing him might have thought he had suffered some terrible injustice.
Unfortunately, Lee Man-bun was on the other end of the line. How could he not know his Elder