Zhou Quan knew that Lian Ho-lung and Chung Shing Yee committed every kind of crime, from prostitution and gambling to drugs.
But he had never imagined that Lian Ho-lung could be so brazen.
He had only just taken charge of West Kowloon's anti-triad departments, and Lian Ho-lung was already preparing something this big. It was practically a challenge to his authority.
With drugs worth a full three hundred million Hong Kong dollars involved, how could Zhou Quan not take it seriously?
"Handsome, I owe you a favor for this information!"
His sharp gaze fixed on Fa Fut, Zhou Quan said gravely, "Keep yourself in line from now on and don't cross my red lines. I guarantee you'll be able to enjoy your remaining years in peace."
Zhou Quan did not have any particular doubts about the intelligence Fa Fut had brought him.
Although Fa Fut and Lian Ho-lung belonged to different factions, they were both members of Wo On Lok.
But the two had been at odds for more than a decade.
If there was an opportunity to strike at Lian Ho-lung, Fa Fut would never let it pass.
Most importantly, Zhou Quan knew the history of enmity between Fa Fut and Lian Ho-lung.
Fa Fut would definitely stab Lian Ho-lung in the back by tipping the police off about his drug smuggling.
Zhou Quan had therefore already anticipated Lian Ho-lung's large-scale operation.
The only thing that surprised him was that it was happening just two days from now.
There was also the fact that Fa Fut should originally have passed the information to Liu Chi-chung in Mong Kok District.
After all, the anti-triad squad Liu Chi-chung commanded had been responsible for targeting Lian Ho-lung and Chung Shing Yee all along.
"Don't worry, Sir Kwan. I'm already an old man.