Zhou Quan looked calm, but Lian Ho-lung felt an immense weight of pressure.
He had the nerve to deny Liu Chi-chung face, but he would never dare provoke Zhou Quan.
Chung Shing Yee might not fall within Zhou Quan's jurisdiction, but Lian Ho-lung knew his way of doing things very well.
If Zhou Quan made up his mind to crack down on Chung Shing Yee, they would have no ability to resist at all.
Operations across district boundaries were a very troublesome matter within the Police Force.
But for someone with Zhou Quan's powerful backing, it was merely a question of whether he wanted to do it.
Which of his earlier operations against Guan Shanhai, Johnny Wang, and Lam Kwan had not crossed district boundaries?
"Sergeant Zhou, rest assured. I'll have Ah Dong, Ah Fat, and the others report to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station right away."
Lian Ho-lung forcibly suppressed his anger and ultimately chose to swallow the humiliation.
What should have been the joyous occasion of his son's one-month celebration had ended with all his trusted subordinates being taken to the station, with him, their boss, personally agreeing to send them there.
It was no different from slapping Lian Ho-lung across the face, knocking his dignity to the ground so thoroughly that he could not even pick it up.
Yet even after compromising and accepting defeat, Lian Ho-lung still had to offer Zhou Quan a smile.
"Sergeant Zhou, it was my fault for disturbing your promotion celebration tonight."
Lian Ho-lung cupped his hands and said humbly, "Once I've finished making all the arrangements, I'll open a bottle of good wine and come apologize to you in person."
Since he had chosen to bow his head, he might as well go all the way, lest he draw the attention