The sight of the arrest warrant before him left Wong Tai-cheung feeling somewhat dazed.
Only moments ago, he had been wondering whether the Senior Assistant Commissioner of Police's daughter had taken things a little too far.
There was nothing particularly wrong with the basic information on the evidence at the Government Laboratory.
But pinning all the blame on Lee Man was something anyone familiar with the inside story could immediately recognize as a fabrication.
Yet now, Sir Kwan of the Police Force's Security Department had gone even further.
This big shot had actually issued a formal arrest warrant for his client, directly calling her identity into question.
Wong Tai-cheung immediately wanted to defend his client's lawful rights and interests, but instinctively, he also glanced at her.
That glance made his heart sink, and a sense of foreboding rose in his mind.
The renowned painter Ms. Yuen Man, who had maintained a cold, aloof expression ever since entering the Headquarters Division's Conference Room, had now slammed her hands on the table and stood up.
"Since the handover, has your Police Force stopped observing even basic laws when handling cases?"
"First you used underhanded methods to frame my friend, and now you've gone so far as to arrest me outright?"
"Covering for each other and abusing your positions-is this your supposedly clean and efficient Police Force? Is this what the law on Hong Kong Island has become?"
Although Wong Tai-cheung was no expert in the psychology of microexpressions, he had considerable experience reading people.
He could see that his client appeared to be accusing and questioning the Police Force over unfair and unjust treatment.
In reality, however, Wong Tai-cheung detected a trace of fear beneath the bluster in his client's words.
Could there really be something wrong with this Ms. Yuen Man's