Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Quan lightly tapped his knuckles against the table and rested his eyes on Fatty Jin and Lam Yiu-cheung.
"Mr. Jin, Mr. Lam, let's speak plainly."
Zhou Quan offered no cryptic remarks. He got straight to the point and formally broached the matter at hand.
"You two should know perfectly well why I invited you here today."
"As for that Foreigner Richard and the people behind him, I hope you two can give me an accounting."
The supposed morning tea was merely a pretext.
If the matter involving Lam Yiu-cheung and Wo On Lok remained unresolved, and Zhou Quan did not get what he wanted,
then no one present would likely be able to eat in peace, nor would Zhou Quan let them finish this morning tea in peace.
"Sir Kwan, you're being too serious. Cooperating with your work is our duty and responsibility."
A bitter smile touched Fatty Jin's lips. He first offered Zhou Quan a flattering remark, then stated his position and attitude without reservation.
"But an old man like me probably doesn't have many years left. I stopped concerning myself with Underworld affairs long ago."
"Ah Cheung now makes all the decisions about Wo On Lok's business."
"I never ask how Ah Cheung conducts things."
"But I can promise you, Sir Kwan, that whatever the outcome for Ah Cheung, this old man is willing to shoulder the corresponding responsibility."
Fatty Jin showed his respect for Zhou Quan, a senior Police Force officer, without being overly servile.
Just as he had said, apart from the handover of Wo On Lok's Dragon Head seat, he no longer concerned himself with any of its affairs.
Of course, he was not playing ignorant, much less rushing to wash his hands of all responsibility.
Although he did not involve