Lam Kwan slumped limply in his chair. He had now guessed all of Zhou Quan's arrangements.
But so what? He had no evidence to prove any of it.
Only if Chan Wing Yan came forward to testify would he have any chance of bringing a case against Zhou Quan over this.
But Chan Wing Yan had even been willing to gamble with his own life to go undercover at his side. How could he possibly testify for him?
Most importantly, Lam Kwan understood one thing.
Even if he could find evidence that the devil before him had fired his gun illegally, he probably still could not bring a case against him.
Lam Kwan had made Tsim Sha Tsui the source of his drug distribution. How could he not have looked into Sergeant Zhou, currently the most powerful figure in Yau Tsim District?
The entire criminal underworld of Yau Tsim District was held firmly under a set of rules by this man.
His exceptional methods and abilities were one thing, but his background and connections ran incredibly deep as well.
Trying to bring a case against him on this basis alone was almost certain to fail.
What was more, the man had not left him even the slightest opening or anything to use against him.
"Sergeant Zhou, I confess. I'm willing to stand trial!"
Lam Kwan slowly raised his head to meet Zhou Quan's amused gaze, his face ashen with dejection and grief.
"But none of the crimes I committed had anything to do with my family."
A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes as Lam Kwan pleaded, "Sergeant Zhou, could you leave my wife alone? He's thirty weeks pregnant. He can't take the stress!"
With things having reached this point, Lam Kwan had completely accepted his fate and no