He was a portly middle-aged man in a black-and-yellow striped shirt, standing barely over a meter and a half tall.
He hurried around the Anti-Triad Unit officers under Zhou Quan and stepped in front of Nai Wing-hau without hesitation.
The short, fat man first glanced at Lok Kai-cheung and Wong Chi Shing opposite him, then turned his gaze to Zhou Quan.
"Officer Zhou, the Nai Family has already lost someone today. Sorry for the trouble, but could you do us a favor and make an exception?"
Tilting his head up with a somewhat ingratiating smile, the short, fat man tried to smooth things over.
"Hon Sam from East Tsim Sha Tsui, right?"
Zhou Quan looked down at the short, fat man from an even more pronounced angle, an amused look in his eyes as he smiled. "What makes you think you have any pull with me?"
At that, Zhou Quan's expression abruptly chilled, and he said in an utterly cold, low voice, "Hands on your head. Squat down to the side. Who said you could speak here?"
Who do you think you are? And who do you think I am?
Wong Chi Shing was willing to lower himself enough to joke around with Hon Sam.
But Zhou Quan found even an extra glance at Hon Sam repulsive.
Publicly humiliated, Hon Sam's smile immediately froze.
Since becoming one of the Nai Family's five bosses, when had Hon Sam ever suffered such indignity?
Even Nai Kun, the Nai Family's previous leader, had shown him a measure of warmth.
He had come and gone from the Yau Tsim District Major Crimes Unit's reception room as a matter of routine.
Yet right now, however forceful this Sergeant Zhou of the Anti-Triad Unit might be, surely there was no need to be so aggressive.
Hon