The three director-level heavyweights briefly put their heads together, but soon reached a consensus.
Afterward, none of the three lingered. They headed downstairs together, preparing to split into two groups.
Zhou Quan and his men escorted Zhuo Wenwei and those corrupt scumbags back to the National Security Department.
Lam Ka-cheung and Tsang Heung-wing, meanwhile, needed to take over the cleanup at the scene.
The National Security Department's convoy assembled, and everyone slowly drove out of the cordoned-off area.
This time, Zhou Quan's signature off-road vehicle did not lead the way, but took a position in the middle of the convoy.
It was not that Sir Kwan had started putting on airs. They needed to guard against the Hong Kong Island media reporters gathered outside the cordon.
But even with the National Security Department's stealth armoured vehicles clearing the way and providing cover ahead of and behind Sir Kwan's vehicle, it did no good at all.
How could the reporters from the various media outlets, desperate for information about tonight's incident at North Point Police Station, possibly fail to notice Zhou Quan's vehicle?
That old off-road vehicle, which he had driven for nearly ten years, had long since become one of his trademarks.
"Sir Kwan, we just noticed that Senior Superintendent Chow Sing Sing, the deputy head of your National Security Department, personally led a team into North Point Police Station."
"The officers accompanying him were all well-known officers from the Criminal Operations Division under the National Security Department."
"Does your deployment of these elite officers indicate the seriousness of tonight's incident?"
"Sir Kwan, we just saw Chief Inspector Zhuo Wenwei, the negotiation expert from Hong Kong Island Regional Headquarters, on a tenth-floor windowsill of North Point Police Station."
"Was he the central figure in tonight's incident? Was this a case