Ever since Wai King-dat received the miniature signal transmitter, the Paparazzi responsible for watching the Tin Yeung-sang Ronin Group had another task.
They had to monitor the transmitter's status closely around the clock, ensuring that any sudden developments could be relayed to the Operations Branch's command centre immediately.
On the morning of the third day after the bank counter rendezvous, intelligence from the Intelligence Group reached the National Security Department.
Wai King-dat had pressed the miniature signal transmitter, signalling that the Tin Yeung-sang Ronin Group was about to make its move.
Less than three minutes later, the relevant report was on Chow Sing Sing's desk.
"Notify Sir Luo, Sergeant Guan, Sir He from T Group, Inspector Chan from the Intelligence Group, and Sir Lau Kit-fai from Internal Investigation Group One. Have them report to the command centre immediately and wait for me."
Picking up the Internal Line phone on his desk, Chow Sing Sing immediately ordered the officers in the administrative office outside to assemble every member of the Special Campaign Group.
Then he took his suit jacket from the coat rack and put it on as he walked toward his boss's office next door.
Chow Sing Sing lacked Zhou Quan's foresight. He did not know how far the repercussions of this case might ultimately spread.
But he knew that his boss was paying very close attention to this case.
Now that the case was about to enter its most tense and intense phase, he felt he needed to let his boss know.
"Boss, those Vietnamese guys are about to make their move."
Inside Sir Kwan's office, Chow Sing Sing dispensed with pleasantries and went straight to the point.
"Oh? Let's go take a look!"
With a soft sound of surprise, Zhou Quan looked up and rose, just as decisively