Lok Chiu had now passed fifty, the age of knowing heaven's will, and had even come to be called Master Lok in the Underworld.
Yet before Sir Kwan, his respectful attitude remained exactly as it had always been, without the slightest change.
It had to be said that Lam Wai Lok had stayed true to his original intentions.
"All right, Ah Lok!"
With a faint smile, Zhou Quan dispensed with formalities and addressed the present-day Master Lok as Ah Lok, just as he used to.
"We've known each other a long time. There's no need to stand on ceremony."
"Whatever it is, get straight to the point!"
The receiver fell silent for a few seconds, evidently as Lam Wai Lok gathered his words.
"Sir Kwan, I've heard that Hothead, who has a five-million-Hong-Kong-dollar bounty on the Red List, recently slipped into Hong Kong Island."
As Lam Wai Lok got down to business, his voice grew more solemn.
The so-called Red List was the Police Force's wanted list.
After all, even Sha Fuk Chai, the king of thieves once listed as the Police Force's second-most-wanted man, had carried a bounty of only a little over a million Hong Kong dollars.
Although the bounties on Police Force wanted notices had gradually increased with economic development,
a full five-million-dollar bounty still meant that this criminal was a priority target for the Hong Kong Island Police Force.
"Hothead? Hung Jipang, the one who likes carrying out bomb attacks?"
Zhou Quan's straight brows drew together slightly, and his voice grew colder.
As a Police Force Deputy Commissioner, how could he not know the contents of the Police Force's wanted list?
"That's right, Sir Kwan. That bastard of a bomb maniac."
Lam Wai Lok answered repeatedly, with a distinct note of teeth-grinding hatred.
Hung Jipang, nicknamed