The foreigner Willy still wanted to struggle and resist, but when he noticed Chow Sing Sing rubbing his hands together, he wisely settled down.
He really did not want to experience another heavy slap across the face from that palm-leaf-fan-sized hand.
On the surface, the foreigner Willy seemed to have been forced to accept his current predicament and had stopped putting up any resistance.
In reality, however, the foreigner Willy was praying over and over deep down.
After the plot to murder an important witness was exposed, even a young officer like Ying Cheung-sam knew to ask his immediate superior for support.
How could the foreigner Willy, who was at a disadvantage, possibly fail to find himself a way out?
Ying Cheung-sam had alerted Zhou Quan through the chain of command, and the foreigner Willy had likewise called the forces behind him.
He was merely a foreigner in the Sham Shui Po District's support department, with no real authority.
Without a mastermind backing him, how would he have dared to try to kill an important witness for the Anti-Triad Unit inside the police station?
When Chow Sing Sing brought the foreigner Willy into the police station lobby, half pushing and half escorting him in custody, a dozen or so foreigners approached them.
"Stop!"
A middle-aged foreigner with a hooked nose, a short, stocky build, and eyes as sunken as a drug addict's led his men into Zhou Quan's path.
"You cannot take Willy Hunter away!"
The foreigner planted his hands on his hips and swaggered forward, stopping three meters in front of Zhou Quan.
He raised a hand to point at Cheung Chi-keung and the others whom Gei Siu-kwan had brought over, then continued haughtily in broken Cantonese, "I'm taking all of them too!"
At the sight of this hook-nosed