The day after Lord Guan's Birthday Fireworks Festival, Chow Sing Sing finished organizing his work and went to Zhou Quan's office.
After rummaging around as though he owned the place, Chow Sing Sing brewed two cups of hot tea.
He placed one on his boss's desk and happily cradled the other in his hands.
"Boss, you should have seen how hilarious those gangsters were last night."
Chow Sing Sing cheerfully recounted the previous night's events, his face animated.
"They were all dressed up like respectable people, but they could barely get their words out, as if they were terrified I'd arrest the whole lot of them."
As he finished, Chow Sing Sing paused briefly.
"Hung Hing and Sun Yee On have been fighting for over twenty years, and lately they've been getting increasingly hostile."
He took a small sip of tea and voiced his thoughts with a worried expression.
"That Wu Ya from Sun Yee On doesn't look like someone content to sit quietly."
"Even with that old fellow Luo Tuo keeping Sun Yee On in check, I keep feeling that big-faced crow is going to stir up trouble."
Chief Inspector Chow was quite a good judge of people. That damned crow had a predatory gaze and looked like a born traitor.
With him stirring things up, Sun Yee On and Hung Hing would never have any peace.
"It doesn't matter. Let those two triads tear into each other like dogs."
Zhou Quan blew on the tea leaves in his cup and smiled calmly.
"As long as they don't disrupt public order out in the open or drag innocent citizens into it, it would be best if those two dogs fought to the death."
"Then we wouldn't even need to go after them. We could just call an ambulance to