The leaders of the major triad societies in West Kowloon entered the conference room in an orderly fashion.
Without a word from Zhou Quan, they all obediently stood behind their chairs.
"Ah Lok, Ah Tai, sit."
Only when Pang Yik-hang returned to the conference room carrying two cups of tea did Zhou Quan raise a hand, point to the seats directly opposite him, and speak calmly.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Sergeant Zhou!"
Lam Wai Lok and Kam Tsz Tai bowed slightly, their faces full of smiles.
At the same time, Pang Yik-hang placed the disposable cups of tea in front of them.
Looking at the fine tea leaves floating up and down in their cups, Lam Wai Lok and Kam Tsz Tai could not help feeling a little reflective.
It had not been easy. At last, they were getting a cup of tea from Sergeant Zhou, rather than the scalding, tasteless plain water they had been served before.
"You two have performed well these past two years. I'm very satisfied!"
With a professional smile on his face, Zhou Quan nodded at Lam Wai Lok and Kam Tsz Tai.
As for the other society leaders, Zhou Quan had not even glanced at them.
Never mind being offered seats-they did not even get a cup of plain water.
"Of course, of course. Cooperating with your work is our duty as citizens, Sergeant Zhou!"
Lam Wai Lok sat very upright, and his words were as pleasant as ever.
"Ah Lok is right. It's what we should be doing."
Kam Tsz Tai was not as socially adept as Lam Wai Lok, but for once, he agreed with him.
Hearing the words of the two leaders from Wo Sing Wo and Hung Hing, the leaders standing behind them all felt a little differently.
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