After learning that the officer beside him had no intention of making arrests immediately,
Gao Qiu could not help looking hesitant.
"Sir, those criminals are short-handed right now. They want me to join them."
After an agonizing internal struggle, Gao Qiu gritted his teeth and revealed another piece of intelligence.
Truthfully, Gao Qiu did not like being an undercover police officer. In fact, he loathed it.
Being trapped forever in an endless hell was the norm for undercover police officers.
Only those who experienced it themselves understood the torment they endured.
Most importantly, as an undercover detective with Yau Ma Tei CID, Gao Qiu could see no future for himself.
After all, police officers sent undercover by other departments of the Police Force did not enjoy the benefits given to the Crouching Tiger members under Sir Kwan.
Like Gao Qiu, they suffered both physical and psychological torment.
Even while alive, they had to guard against crackdowns by their fellow officers and retaliation from criminals.
After all, to infiltrate a criminal organization, they first had to sink into the mire themselves.
Not every police officer could obtain a document granting immunity from prosecution from the Department of Justice.
As for what happened after death, Chan Kam Wah's fate a few days earlier was the clearest illustration.
They died without their names being known, their families received no benefits or support, and at most, their supervising officer would send a funeral wreath with a mourning couplet and burn a few sheets of paper money.
But once they were dead, what use were any of those things? Could they eat or use them underground?
But if his handler became Sir Kwan beside him, Gao Qiu was willing to risk his life once.
After all, everyone in the Police Force knew how generously Sir