Wong Po had finally been caught, but Zhou Quan could not relax.
Even though the evidence against Wong Po was conclusive, and other officers under Zhou Quan would handle the subsequent court proceedings.
That certainly did not mean Wong Po's influence could be completely eliminated.
Before this, Wong Po had maintained an iron grip over all of Nathan Road.
He had at least two hundred Gou Hok Jai under him who dared to fight and put their lives on the line.
That was not even counting the petty thugs on the fringes who used Wong Po's name to throw their weight around.
Although Wong Po and his core subordinates had all been brought to justice, there was clearly no way to arrest and prosecute every one of those hundreds of Gou Hok Jai, big and small.
When Wong Po's power had first been dismantled, those Gou Hok Jai had been left leaderless.
Coupled with their shock and fear at Zhou Quan's swift, forceful methods, that had kept them quiet and well-behaved for a few days.
But these Gou Hok Jai still had to make a living. They knew no honest trade, so they could only keep wallowing in the muck.
At present, the Gou Hok Jai who had served Wong Po had only two choices.
They could either rise to the top, take Wong Po's place, and control Nathan Road.
Or they could switch allegiance and keep getting by under another gang.
Rising to the top sounded simple, but how could it actually be that easy?
Wong Po had been able to hold Nathan Road because manufacturing and trafficking drugs had given him enough money to sustain his position.
Those bottom-rung Gou Hok Jai had nothing like that kind of capital.
So after Wong Po's arrest, nearly all the Gou