When Zhou Quan led his team back to Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station with the suspects in custody, the lights in Wong Bing Yiu's office were still blazing.
Normally, Wong Bing Yiu would have long since finished work by then and gone home to spend time with Zhou Quan's aunt and younger cousin.
But because of Zhou Quan, Wong Bing Yiu had put in some rare overtime that evening.
For one thing, he was waiting for Zhou Quan to return safely. For another, the telephone in his office had not stopped ringing.
The people calling were either department heads or regional commanders.
At the very least, they held the rank of Senior Superintendent, and even senior figures of Commissioned Rank had called personally.
Their intentions were perfectly clear: everything they said revolved around transferring Zhou Quan into a department under their direct command.
To that end, they even promised special consideration for Zhou Quan's promotions, depending on the circumstances.
Those circumstances, naturally, meant the results Zhou Quan could deliver.
As long as Zhou Quan earned enough merit, promotion outside the usual rules would be no problem at all.
But Wong Bing Yiu had turned down every request, some firmly and others tactfully.
What a joke. It was not as though their own faction could not offer the terms those senior Police Force officers had promised.
It was more reassuring to keep a youngster from their own family close to their own people.
Wong Bing Yiu naturally understood what his colleagues were thinking. They simply valued his Elder Nephew's expertise in psychology.
With his Elder Nephew's future in mind, Wong Bing Yiu made a decision on Zhou Quan's behalf.
Whenever help was needed with an interrogation, Zhou Quan would do his best.
But if they wanted to transfer him outright, they