Early the next morning, Zhou Quan and Wong Bing Yiu drove away from home one after the other, each heading to his police station for work.
There was no denying that Commissioner Wong moved fast.
Only two or three hours into the working day, a transfer order for Zhou Quan arrived at Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.
District commander Guan Zhibang looked at the faxed transfer order delivered by Madam Yu of the Internal Affairs Department, and his expression could not help growing somewhat dispirited.
He had known that once Zhou Quan became a Chief Inspector, Commissioner Wong would very likely transfer him out of the district.
But he had never expected the transfer order to come so quickly.
He had been promoted yesterday, and the transfer order had arrived today.
The year Guan Zhibang had spent serving in Yau Tsim District had been the easiest year of his police career.
Every Triad group in his jurisdiction had behaved itself, while any criminal force that so much as raised its head had been completely uprooted.
All he had needed to do was sit in his office, drink tea, and read the newspapers.
Credit for dismantling major criminal organizations had been added to his service record one after another.
Although the Major Crimes Unit downstairs was not as formidable as the Anti-Triad Unit under Zhou Quan's command, it certainly deserved to be called elite.
With those two important operational units performing so well, he, as the Big Sir in charge, ordinarily had no need to worry much about cases.
Now, however, Wong Bing Yiu wanted to transfer away their district's most capable officer. It was no different from cutting off one of his arms.
Had it been anyone else, even a senior officer from Tai Kwun, Guan Zhibang would certainly have