The Brother George Cheung Chi-keung spoke of was the leader of that MI5 Action Group.
He had backed Cheung Chi-keung's rise within Wo Hing Shing, seeking to get his hands on its Dragon Head Staff and Haidi Register.
Behind this whole series of events, George, that foreigner, had been running the operation.
Cheung Chi-keung now understood one thing: powerful as that bastard Brother George's influence was,
it fell somewhat short when measured against Sergeant Zhou, who stood before him.
Otherwise, he could not possibly still be locked up inside West Kowloon Headquarters.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, Cheung Chi-keung sold out George, that foreigner, completely.
Cheung Chi-keung understood his own circumstances very well. He was still young and had only recently risen to his position.
With his current crimes, even the maximum sentence would only be twenty-odd years.
He still had a chance to walk out of Stanley in the latter half of his life.
If he cooperated properly with Sergeant Zhou, perhaps he could get out even sooner.
"If I were to have you testify against George, that foreigner, would you have any objections?"
After silently considering it for a moment, Zhou Quan spoke slowly.
These foreigners had been stirring up trouble behind the scenes. Now that Zhou Quan had caught them in the act and gained leverage over them, he certainly would not let this opportunity slip by.
MI5 was the foreigners' intelligence agency. Zhou Quan could not openly do anything to it.
But there was still a considerable chance of using this opportunity to deal the Political Department a heavy blow, or even send it packing ahead of schedule.
For the moment, Zhou Quan had no clear idea how to plan and maneuver.
After all, he was only a Chief Inspector and was not yet in a