Your underling's a lunatic. I didn't expect you to be brainless too.

The moment Wong Po raised the bottle high in his hand, Zhou Quan guessed what he was going to do next.

So he suddenly moved in close to Wong Po and met his gaze with a faint smile.

The bottle fell, landing squarely on Zhou Quan's instep before rolling off to one side.

"Well, well! You're a real bully, Fatso. You even dare to assault a police officer."

Before Wong Po could react, Zhou Quan reached out and grabbed the hand he had used to throw the bottle.

Wong Po was no weakling, so naturally he tried to fight back on instinct.

But just as Wong Po was about to counter, Zhou Quan had already made his next move.

He stepped in close, his palm clamping firmly around Wong Po's wrist.

At the same time, Zhou Quan drove his elbow into Wong Po's ribs, then raised his hand and struck with Black Dragon Raking Claw.

The blow immediately doubled Wong Po over, leaving him in agonizing pain.

But Zhou Quan's movements did not stop. He kept a firm grip on Wong Po's wrist.

As Wong Po bent forward from the pain, Zhou Quan swept his leg hard at Wong Po's lower body.

He twisted Wong Po's right arm behind his back and forced his left arm down, then used Dragon Maiden Face-Off to pin him to the ground and restrain him firmly.

Wong Po could certainly fight. In the big triad societies, he was more than capable of living up to the title of Double-Flower Red Pole.

But Zhou Quan's skills were several levels above Wong Po's.

The reward he had earned for becoming a Martial Arts Champion had already raised his combat ability to an astonishing level.

What was more, he now had the Tactical Proficiency achievement reward.

Close-quarters combat and restraining an enemy were tactical methods too.

If Zhou Quan wanted to, every move he made could be a killing technique.

Those two moves he had just used were from Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, which was currently popular in the Motherland's military.

How could a Gou Hok Jai like Wong Po, who loved to fight and throw his weight around, possibly withstand the killing techniques of the strongest army in the world when it came to individual combat?

Zhou Quan had held back just now, and the fat man was thick-skinned and tough.

Otherwise, that elbow would have broken his ribs outright.

"Bastard cop, you framed me?"

Wong Po struggled with all his might and shouted, trying to sound tough despite his fear. "There are so many people watching! You dare to frame me?"

He hadn't expected the bastard cop in front of him to be so underhanded as to move in front of the bottle himself.

"Your underling's a lunatic. I didn't expect you to be brainless too."

Zhou Quan took out his handcuffs and swiftly cuffed Wong Po's hands behind his back, pinning him to the ground.

He patted Wong Po's chubby face and sneered. "A Gou Hok Jai is a Gou Hok Jai. You'll never amount to anything."

Zhou Quan knew perfectly well that this one bottle alone would not be enough for him to truly do anything to Wong Po.

But it didn't matter. Even without any evidence, he could still detain Wong Po for forty-eight hours.

Besides, Wong Po really had just smashed a bottle into him.

During those forty-eight hours of detention, Zhou Quan would teach Wong Po to behave.

Seeing their boss pinned to the ground by the police in the blink of an eye left the surrounding Gou Hok Jai dazed.

But soon, the Gou Hok Jai came to their senses.

"We can't let them take our boss! Kill those bastard cops!"

Some Gou Hok Jai had stirred up trouble, and all the Gou Hok Jai immediately surrounded Zhou Quan and the others.

"Bang!"

The next moment, a gunshot rang out through the night sky, instantly intimidating the surrounding Gou Hok Jai.

Under the neon lights, a wisp of smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun Zhou Quan was holding up at the sky.

"Anyone else who violently attacks police officers or threatens their safety will be executed on the spot!"

The .38 Revolver lowered slowly in Zhou Quan's hand as he looked coldly at the group of Gou Hok Jai around him.

His words were only a warning, but if any Gou Hok Jai dared to charge at them, he would not spare a bullet.

After all, these Gou Hok Jai were all holding weapons.

Perhaps calling a bottle a weapon was a bit of a stretch, but Zhou Quan didn't care.

Could a bunch of worthless Gou Hok Jai really turn the world upside down in front of him?

He wasn't like Chan Kwok-chung and the others, who later didn't dare shoot when Wong Po resisted violently during his arrest.

If these Gou Hok Jai really dared to attack him, he would not hesitate for a moment to open fire.

Smelling the gunpowder smoke still lingering faintly in the air, and seeing the more than twenty black muzzles pointed at them, the Gou Hok Jai around them all retreated a few steps in fear.

At that moment, it wasn't just the Gou Hok Jai who were terrified.

The Anti-Triad Unit officers, Chan Kwok-chung and the others, also looked on in astonishment.

The new Assistant Superintendent in A Group truly lived up to his reputation as the West Kowloon Gun God.

He shot as soon as he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.

Only He Wenzhan looked completely unperturbed. He had long since grown used to his Assistant Superintendent's way of doing things.

Zhou Quan paid no attention to the expressions of anyone else at the scene. He simply bent down, grabbed Wong Po by the back of his suit collar, and hauled him to his feet.

"Come on. You're coming with me to the Police Station. We'll take our time."

He slapped Wong Po's face with the back of his hand and said with an amused look, "Fatso, you should feel honored. This car of mine is brand-new, and you're the first Gou Hok Jai to ride in it!"

As he spoke, Zhou Quan shoved Wong Po hard, pushing him toward his off-road vehicle.

Wong Po stumbled and nearly fell flat on his face again.

Once he regained his footing, he glared at Zhou Quan. "Bastard cop, I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

Though Wong Po hated Zhou Quan, and would probably find some way to get revenge later, in the situation he was in now, he clearly didn't dare show his murderous intent.

After all, he wasn't actually an idiot. He understood the principle that when someone was at your mercy, you had to accept it.

Of course, even if Wong Po couldn't get revenge right now, he certainly wasn't going to take it lying down.

Threatening to complain about Zhou Quan was the only way he could save some face at the moment.

"Suit yourself!"

Zhou Quan shrugged, unconcerned.

The entire Yau Tsim District was under the control of his uncle-in-law, Wong Bing Yiu.

If an ordinary citizen filed a complaint, Wong Bing Yiu really couldn't protect Zhou Quan without reservation.

But Wong Po was a Gou Hok Jai, a criminal suspect already on the Yau Tsim District Anti-Triad Unit's books.

Wong Bing Yiu would find Wong Po's complaint letter too hard even to wipe his hands with.

As for the senior Police Force bigwigs, Wong Po had no way of getting access to them.

To put it bluntly, if Wong Po could really get in touch with the Senior Directorate of the Hong Kong Police Force, he wouldn't be some Gou Hok Jai who could never amount to anything.