At the sight of Zhou Quan leading his men in with such forceful disregard, anger immediately surfaced deep in the foreign senior superintendent's eyes.
But his anger faded just as quickly as it had come.
These days were no longer an era when foreigners like them could throw their weight around.
Besides, how could he possibly fail to recognize the nephew of his direct superior, Assistant Commissioner of Police Wong?
Even as the head of a district, he would never dare get on Commissioner Wong's bad side.
For foreigners serving in the various police districts, even those at the rank of senior superintendent were merely coasting along until retirement.
Those foreigners with genuine backing were either gathered in important departments at Tai Kwun, engaged in power struggles, or had already found a way to transfer back to Britain.
Foreigners like them, without connections or backing, all stayed dutifully in their current posts.
Their main priority was to avoid complications and quietly wait for retirement.
After all, anyone ranked superintendent or above received a pension of more than two million.
His own pension as a senior superintendent amounted to several million.
Together with the other retirement benefits, the total would comfortably reach ten million.
It was precisely these generous retirement benefits that kept the foreigners in the various districts behaving themselves.
Their prospects were already bleak. Surely they could not throw away their security for the rest of their lives as well.
Still, this foreign senior superintendent was a district commander, after all.
He saw tonight's situation very clearly.
Of the two sides facing off in the Detention Room, one had the backing of those volatile elements in MI5, while the other was a rising star among the Chinese police officers.
One slight misstep tonight could well trigger another round of