After some discussion, the three former Flying Tigers quickly reached a consensus.
Although the Hong Kong Island Police Force had no particular philosophy of never abandoning or giving up on anyone, Ching Tung and his four brothers had clearly lived up to that ideal.
"Ah Dong, what are you planning to do?"
Sergeant Ah Kei had always followed Ching Tung's lead, while Sergeant Ah Fai had more of a mind of his own.
For the brothers, the medical expenses ran into the millions-an amount they could not raise even if they sold everything they owned.
So far, the four brothers, even with help from some of their fellow officers, had pooled their money.
They had only managed to scrape together less than five hundred thousand, barely a tenth of the estimated medical expenses.
And half of that money had come from Ah Kam of the Flying Tigers mortgaging his home.
That was precisely why Ching Tung and the other two felt Ah Kam had already contributed enough.
The remaining ninety percent of the medical expenses was an astronomical sum for the three of them.
Faced with their boss's question, Zhou Quan and the other seven showed not the slightest resolve or hesitation, even though the eight of them had already prepared to submit their resignations to the Police Force.
After pointing at Zhou Quan and the other seven and giving them a thorough dressing-down, Ching Tung turned to Kwan Man Chin beside him.
Although Ching Tung and the other six now held high positions, that did not mean the seven of them would pamper themselves and neglect their fitness.
Although Shu Liang very much approved of what Zhou Quan and the others were doing, he greatly admired their loyalty and devotion to their friends.
Eight elite officers from the Police