To Zhou Quan, it made no difference whether Kwan Chai-ba lived or died.
His only goal was to take down this drug kingpin who ran rampant across Southeast Asia while he was in Hong Kong Island.
As for Kwan Chai-ba's forces in Malaysia and his network of connections in the Golden Triangle, those had nothing to do with Zhou Quan.
With his current authority, he could only assist in joint operations with police departments from other countries or Interpol.
For now, Zhou Quan was not qualified to lead cross-border operations.
Thus, everything Zhou Quan did was aimed primarily at taking down Kwan Chai-ba.
To make absolutely certain nothing went wrong, Zhou Quan had drawn up an extremely detailed operational plan.
Yet who could have imagined that Kwan Chai-ba would be all show and no substance?
The men he sent were indeed formidable figures, including his people from Malaysia and veterans who had seen combat.
But beyond that, Kwan Chai-ba had little else worth showing.
Even the helicopter he deployed was just the single aircraft he had bought from Zhao Guomin.
On closer thought, however, this was perfectly normal.
After all, Hong Kong Island was not Malaysia, much less the Golden Triangle.
How could getting powerful weapons into Hong Kong Island be easy for Kwan Chai-ba?
What was more, Kwan Chai-ba had already lost nearly all his funds.
Without money in hand, he naturally could not stir up much trouble.
He glanced at the helicopter overhead, which had already been forced to descend and was turning toward the escort convoy.
With an impassive expression, Zhou Quan straightened his clothes, smoothing out the creases he had just made while shouldering his rifle to take the shot.
"All groups, report your status!"
His calm, confident voice then reached each operational commander through their