Amid greetings and salutes from the West Kowloon officers, Zhou Quan led his men toward the Kowloon City District Anti-Triad Unit's office area.
At that moment, Miu Chi-shun and the Anti-Triad Unit officers under him were facing off against several foreign officers.
The foreigner at their head wore a white shirt with a Flower Chicken Rope on his chest and a crown and two military stars on his shoulders.
Clearly, he was Richard, the foreigner who looked like a clown in the eyes of Zhou Quan and his men.
"Sorry, Mr. Richard, but I haven't received any notification from my superior. This case cannot be handed over to you."
Miu Chi-shun folded his arms, his expression stern and his stance exceptionally forceful.
What a joke. His boss was on his way. How could he possibly let this foreigner get his way?
"Chi-shun, I'm not negotiating with you. This is an order!"
The relatively short Richard tilted his head back to look up at Miu Chi-shun.
Somewhat exasperated, he snapped, "Superintendent Law Chung-lun was attacked. Our Monitoring Department has reason to suspect this case involves the internal security of the Police Force."
"Now, hand over all the files immediately. Our Monitoring Department will take over the investigation!"
As he spoke, Richard slapped an official document against Miu Chi-shun's chest.
His attitude was equally forceful, but paired with his squat build and weathered head of white hair, he looked rather comical no matter how one looked at him.
Zhou Quan arrived outside the Kowloon City District Anti-Triad Unit's office area just in time to hear Miu Chi-shun and Richard's heated argument.
"An order? Whose order? Bring it over and let me see!"
An amused smile curved his lips as Zhou Quan strolled inside with his men.
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