As one of the senior officers in the National Security Department, Lau Bo-keung had a general understanding of all the work the department had been handling recently.
Even so, Lau Bo-keung did not actually know what Pang Yik-hang himself, or rather, his T Group, had been busy with lately.
After all, the National Security Department had a broad remit, and when the higher-ups had not launched a joint operation,
each group, and even each department, handled its own duties.
Now that T Group's Deputy Commander had suddenly called to say that T Group had something good for him, Lau Bo-keung was quite interested.
"The club in Causeway Bay this weekend. My treat!"
Lau Bo-keung's hearty laughter came through the receiver.
Back when Sir Lau Kit-fai was still a rank-and-file officer in the Police Force, his boss had forcibly cured him of his football betting habit under the guise of extra training. Since then, his only remaining hobby had been having a few drinks.
Of course, Sir Lau Kit-fai never drank to excess, nor did he ever visit any disreputable establishments.
In his spare time, he would only go to the police officers' club in Causeway Bay for a few drinks.
Every private gathering he organized was held there too.
"It's a deal, then, Brother Keung!"
Pang Yik-hang cheerfully accepted with a laugh. He was not after a free meal; it was simply a normal exchange between brothers.
Ultimately, this case was nothing at all for an organization on the scale of the National Security Department.
Ma Zhihua, chairman of the Huaye Group, was certainly a big shot in many people's eyes.
But to the National Security Department, he was not worth mentioning at all.
Of course, Guan Zu's interrogation was not yet over, and the search and evidence collection at