At that moment, there were less than ten minutes left before the Jewelry Exhibition began.
The VIP Protection Group had taken over all security at the hotel.
Even the presidential suite on the top floor was no exception.
Seeing their boss arrive with his senior officers, the G4 men guarding the presidential suite immediately pulled open its solid wooden double doors without the slightest hesitation.
The entire hotel was Sir Kwan's turf now, and he could move through it unhindered.
That held true even though the presidential suite's current temporary occupant was Lincoln, the foreign director of the American Cultural Exchange Office.
As Zhou Quan entered, a lavishly furnished living room came into view.
The most eye-catching feature was the enormous leather sofa set at the far end of the room.
At that moment, Lincoln, a foreigner with white hair and a white beard, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and a glass of red wine in his hand.
Seeing people suddenly enter his room, Lincoln instantly knitted his brows.
But once he saw who was leading them, he immediately offered a brilliant smile that spread across his face like a blooming chrysanthemum.
His manner looked warm enough, but the sight was rather ugly.
"G.B.S. Kwan, welcome, my friend!"
Lincoln set down his wineglass, stood up, and approached Zhou Quan with his arms spread.
The director of the Hong Kong Island Police Force's National Security Department was unquestionably one of the Hong Kong Government's senior figures.
More importantly, the department under Zhou Quan had been responsible for his safety lately.
To put it bluntly, Zhou Quan was now the greatest guarantee of his survival.
Even though he had brought several bodyguards with him, what use could a mere handful of men be if danger actually arose?
Lincoln