After a brief exchange with SACP Ho, Zhou Quan quickly left the observation room and took the elevator straight to the top floor of the Murray Building.
As the man in charge of the entire Police Force, Number One, Sir Hui, naturally occupied the office at the very center of the top floor.
Knock! Knock, knock!
As mindful of etiquette as ever, Zhou Quan gently knocked on the glass door of the Commissioner of Police's office.
"Come in!"
A moment later, a loud, resonant voice rang out from inside the office in clearly enunciated Cantonese, rather than the foreigners' language commonly used throughout the Police Force.
With a solemn expression, Zhou Quan pushed the door open and entered. Two senior figures with kindly faces came into view.
The owner of this office, Sir Hui, the Police Force Number One, needed no introduction.
The other senior figure also had a very close relationship with Zhou Quan. He was a close elder relative, his aunt's husband, SACP Wong Bing Yiu.
At that moment, the two members of senior management were sitting together on the sofa. They had presumably been discussing something.
This was Number One's office, after all. Even with a glass door, its soundproofing and privacy measures were excellent.
Despite Zhou Quan's keen hearing and eyesight, he had heard none of the conversation inside.
That was also why the normally gentle, affable Number One had just raised his voice to invite the person outside in.
"Good day, sirs!"
Stamping his foot and standing at attention, Zhou Quan raised his hand in salute, turning first toward Number One and then his uncle, his expression solemn and serious.
This was a formal setting, after all, with the top boss present, so Zhou Quan did not act overly familiar with his uncle.
"Zhou Quan,