Looking at the young officer before him, his face alight with fervor, Zhou Quan nodded approvingly.
"When you come to work tomorrow, have your boss put in a recommendation for you. I'll promote you to senior constable!"
Zhou Quan stepped forward and gave Ying Cheung-sam a friendly pat on the shoulder, speaking with firm conviction.
His man had faithfully carried out his duty, even staking his future on drawing a gun on a foreign superintendent.
Of course Zhou Quan would not treat a hard-line subordinate willing to serve him poorly.
As for drawing a gun to threaten a superior, Zhou Quan considered that hardly worth mentioning.
Foreigners did not count as people, especially when this one had abused his authority and harbored ill intentions first.
Zhou Quan would not merely protect his man; he would back his promotion to the hilt.
"Thank you, sir!"
Ying Cheung-sam's face flushed, his eyes brimming with excitement.
He raised his hand in salute, his voice so loud it seemed ready to lift the roof off the detention area.
"Tell me, then. What exactly happened?"
Nodding slightly, Zhou Quan asked with a chuckle.
Although he had already guessed the broad outline of what had happened, he still needed Ying Cheung-sam to give a detailed report.
This was not Zhou Quan asking something he already knew. He intended to use Ying Cheung-sam's testimony to indirectly sound out the foreign senior superintendent who had followed them, to see exactly where he stood.
Zhou Quan had not had the slightest reservation about ordering Chow Sing Sing to slap that foreign superintendent, Willy.
But he still had to show Sham Shui Po's foreign senior superintendent some courtesy.
"Sir, this foreigner abused his authority."
Ying Cheung-sam stamped his foot and saluted, reporting bluntly at the top of his voice, "He