Wai King-dat's slap had packed no shortage of force, but the humiliation it inflicted was even greater.
He had helped an international criminal syndicate called Money Laundering, whose main forces were the South American Drug Lords.
Although the chairman of the Huaye Group before them had not personally participated in drug trafficking, he was unquestionably an accomplice to drug traffickers.
Sir Kwan was implacably opposed to evil, and drug traffickers were the scum he despised most.
Naturally, his trusted men followed their boss's example in everything.
Within the National Security Department, civilized law enforcement meant two different things, depending on the circumstances.
When dealing with ordinary citizens, everyone in the National Security Department always remembered their boss's teachings and presented a warm, approachable face.
But when facing criminals, the men had far fewer scruples.
Of course, ordinary citizens had no opportunity to come into contact with the National Security Department's operations anyway.
Thus, within the National Security Department, even the Political Investigation Department would not make an issue of this.
Many rank-and-file officers in the Police Force received complaints from criminals accusing them of excessive force after operations targeting those criminals.
But the Political Investigation Department never took such complaints to heart.
When it came to criminals, as long as no one had been negligently killed, the Political Investigation Department would not give the matter a second glance.
As the saying went, the softhearted could not command troops, and the kindhearted should not become police officers!
In some respects, the crack officers under Sir Kwan were even more ruthless than criminals.
Lau Bo-keung did not so much as blink at Ma Zhihua's treatment.
"Mr. Ma, our car is downstairs. This way, please!"
Lau Bo-keung slowly stepped aside to clear the office doorway. Although he had not laid a hand on