The officers in the Conference Room were all familiar with how Chan Ka-kui and Ma Jun operated.
How could anyone present not know Chan Ka-kui, the supercop who had begun making a name for himself back in the eighties?
As for Ma Jun, he had only recently completed his Inspector Probationary Period.
But word of how he had reduced a criminal to an imbecile with a single punch had already spread through West Kowloon's anti-triad departments.
Everyone present therefore understood that their boss's remarks just now had mainly been directed at Chan Ka-kui and Ma Jun.
Even the two men themselves lowered their heads in some embarrassment.
The officers in the Conference Room all had different methods and styles of handling cases.
But they shared one unspoken understanding: they did not think Chan Ka-kui and Ma Jun had done anything wrong. Their methods were merely a little too rough.
When police chased criminals, unexpected situations were inevitable.
If everything had to follow Police Force regulations to the letter, what would be the point of operational officers like them?
If they had to work with their hands tied and second-guess every move, they might as well transfer to desk jobs sooner rather than later!
Especially since all of them belonged to the Police Force's anti-triad departments, serving on the front lines against those Gou Hok Jai.
The merciful could not command troops! The softhearted could not police!
Only by being fiercer than those Gou Hok Jai could they truly keep them in check.
That was demonstrated most thoroughly in Zhou Quan.
Did anyone really think those Gou Hok Jai feared and respected the three Bath Stars on Zhou Quan's shoulders?
If a high enough rank could keep those Gou Hok Jai in check, the Police Force's Number One had long since