At Yim Kwok-keui's plight, the Gou Hok Jai in the Funeral Hall who knew He Wenzhan and the others' backgrounds all curled their lips into cold smiles.
How could that bunch of fierce cops under Sir Kwan of the Police Force be easy to provoke?
As for whether the fate of Yim Sai Kau and Yim Kwok-keui, father and son, would make them mourn the fall of their own kind?
That was simply impossible.
Lam Wai Lok, Chiang Tin-yeung, and the others in particular had the most authority to speak on the matter.
In their offices hung police-public cooperation banners personally awarded by Sir Kwan.
As long as they behaved themselves, did scumbags like the Yan Family father and son even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as them?
A gun muzzle against the head was merely the beginning.
Immediately afterward, Chan Chi-kit drove his right leg upward, slamming a knee hard into Yim Kwok-keui's abdomen.
The next instant, Yim Kwok-keui, who had been so arrogant just moments earlier, doubled over like a cooked prawn.
No wonder those Security Department officers had shown the Yan Family father and son no mercy before entering the Funeral Hall.
"You little bastard, who gave you the guts to point at my head and swear at me?"
He had neither Pang Yik-hang's intense murderousness nor Yeung Kam Wing's many calculations.
At the same time, they could use those drug traffickers' fate to warn the other triad societies' Liu Ziyuan on Hong Kong Island.
It would let Liu Ziyuan feel happy without leaving any visible injuries.
Now that those suspects had been arrested, the Security Department naturally needed to uncover the secrets behind them.
The Security Department's convoy of Stealth Armoured Vehicles returned to Police Force headquarters along the route they had taken