Chow Sing Sing's competence was beyond question. He took four officers with him and accompanied Whitehead on the trip.
They brought Wo Hing Shing's Dragon Head Staff and Haidi Register safely back to the private dining room.
There was a short black wooden staff slightly longer than a palm, and a red-covered, thread-bound register.
Looking at the two objects before him, Zhou Quan gave Chow Sing Sing a meaningful glance.
Chow Sing Sing instantly understood his boss's meaning and nodded firmly.
He had personally watched Whitehead take these two objects out of a hidden hollow in a tree.
Afterward, he had kept them on his person the entire time, ensuring that no outsider had handled them.
With a slight nod, Zhou Quan opened the red-covered, thread-bound register and found the backgrounds and personal details of Zhuo Yunbiao, Xu Jinquan, and the other members of Wo Hing Shing's Uncle Generation.
This Haidi Register did indeed appear to be genuine.
Then Zhou Quan beckoned to Zhuo Yunbiao and said calmly, "Mr. Zhuo, sorry for the trouble!"
He knew what secret was hidden inside the Dragon Head Staff, but he had no idea how to open it.
To ensure that the document inside the Dragon Head Staff remained intact, it was best to let someone familiar with it handle the task.
"Sergeant Zhou, our founding elders made this Dragon Head Staff out of ironwood."
Zhuo Yunbiao stood up and let out a long sigh, looking deeply troubled as he said, "Inside is a hollow wooden tube held together with mortise-and-tenon joints. Around it is another protective layer of ironwood, carved with decorative dragon patterns."
"There's no way to open it without tools!"
Ironwood was very hard, and Zhuo Yunbiao was old and frail. How could he have the strength to work on this