A week passed in the blink of an eye. At the West Kowloon Headquarters parking lot.
Zhou Quan stood shoulder to shoulder with Internal Affairs Department Head Mok Kam-chuen, accompanied by several senior officers and a number of Internal Affairs Department officers, quietly awaiting an important guest.
As everyone watched expectantly, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class led five Mercedes-Benz TNs slowly into the parking lot.
A few minutes later, a refined-looking young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stepped out of the lead car.
Quickening his steps slightly, he headed straight toward Zhou Quan and Mok Kam-chuen, the two senior West Kowloon officers.
"Sir Mok, Sergeant Zhou, sorry for troubling you both to come out and welcome me personally. You really do me too much honor!"
While still a fair distance away, the visitor had already begun exchanging humble greetings. He was none other than Song Shichang, executive director of the Da Feng Group.
Zhou Quan and Mok Kam-chuen exchanged a smile, then took a few steps forward to meet him.
Naturally, Song Shichang had come to West Kowloon Headquarters today to fulfill his earlier promise to Zhou Quan to donate police vehicles.
A full week had now passed since the gunfight on Hong Chong Road.
Zhou Quan had brought charges against Ching Wing-si for various offenses, and she had been sentenced to fifteen years in prison. She had entered the Fifth Women's Unit at Stanley Prison to begin serving her sentence.
As for Kwan Chai-ba, thanks to Zhou Quan notifying them in advance, he had already been handed over to the Motherland's military and police authorities.
Very few people within the Police Force knew about the nearly US$1.5 billion.
The gang of desperate criminals assembled by Kwan Chai-ba and Zhao Guomin had been virtually wiped out.
Even the few who had survived at