There was nothing wrong with the overall direction of the joint Hong Kong-Thai anti-drug operation, but in Fang Xinwu's view, parts of it did not quite fit the reality on the ground.
"Sir Kwan, according to the intelligence I have, Eight-Faced Buddha is an extremely cautious man."
Fang Xinwu gathered his thoughts, then slowly shook his head and said, "Under normal circumstances, he almost never leaves his drug den."
"When international drug traffickers buy drugs from him,"
"they either conduct the transaction at one of his openly known bases, or his eldest son and youngest daughter handle it."
"If, as your intelligence says, Chai Kwok-yung is using Bobby as an intermediary to trade with Eight-Faced Buddha,"
"Eight-Faced Buddha himself is almost certain not to appear at this deal."
"The people handling the transaction will most likely still be Wei Shali and Wei Mianna."
"Unless..."
Fang Xinwu trailed off, but Zhou Quan clearly understood the thought he had left unspoken.
Unless all of Eight-Faced Buddha's sons and daughters died, forcing him to handle everything personally.
Yet that would create another problem.
If his sons and daughters were all dead, how could Eight-Faced Buddha still care about the deal?
At that point, the very first thing he would do would probably be to avenge his children.
Eight-Faced Buddha had suffered a serious gunshot wound to his private parts in his early years and could never have biological children.
It was precisely for this reason that he valued his adopted sons and daughters so highly.
Wei Shali, Wei Shaman, Wei Shama, and Wei Mianna were by no means merely pawns Eight-Faced Buddha used to control the forces under him.
Eight-Faced Buddha truly treated those adopted sons and daughters as his own flesh and blood.
How could a mere drug deal possibly outweigh the