Zhou Quan had always used tough methods, and the Anti-Triad Unit officers who followed him naturally took their cue from him.
So as soon as Zhou Quan finished speaking, the men who had climbed out of the cars with him walked straight toward the Underlings around Nai Wing-hau without another word.
The stern, grim-faced He Wenzhan spread his palm-leaf-fan-sized hand and forcibly pushed a lackey with a lion's-mane hairstyle standing close to Nai Wing-hau into a squat.
"What are you doing? Provoking police officers?"
The somewhat more boisterous Lau Bo-keung led his men toward the other Nai Family Underlings nearby.
"Everyone, squat down with your hands on your heads!"
Accustomed to throwing their weight around Tsim Sha Tsui, how could the Nai Family Underlings willingly let the cops suppress them like this?
Although they did not dare openly fight back, they clearly would not submit without resistance either.
Yet the moment those Underlings began to struggle, they all suddenly behaved themselves.
That was because each of them had at least one black gun muzzle pointed at his forehead.
The Anti-Triad Unit officers present knew their assistant superintendent's forceful style well: if drawing a gun could resolve something, he would never waste words.
Coupled with their assistant superintendent's extremely powerful backing, as long as they did not actually fire a bullet, he could fully cover for them.
This left the Anti-Triad Unit officers with far fewer concerns than before when facing criminals.
Just as they could draw their guns without hesitation now to subdue the Underlings around Nai Wing-hau.
After all, in this day and age, police officers did not wear body cameras on their chests.
Even if CCTV had captured the scene, they would still have had nothing to fear.
By now, these Anti-Triad Unit officers understood their assistant superintendent's