What right did a defeated man have to boast of his courage?
Whatever earth-shattering conspiracy Hung Jipang had been planning, he was now a prisoner.
Just as Cheung Choi Shan had said, evil could never overcome justice.
As someone who represented that principle of justice, Cheung Choi Shan could not be bothered to pay Hung Jipang much more attention.
He led the other bomb disposal officers straight toward the abandoned factory ahead.
Of course, the specialized bomb disposal vehicle that had entered from the flank had now stopped in front of the original defensive line.
All the professional EOD personnel boarded it to begin the final cleanup.
Watching Cheung Choi Shan walk away as though he did not exist, Hung Jipang went completely berserk.
His face livid, he spewed curses and began struggling with all his strength.
His behavior immediately brought impatient looks to the faces of the Flying Tigers members guarding him.
Thud!
Chicken Biscuit, a Flying Tigers member who was ruthless and spoke little, drove a powerful knee straight into Hung Jipang's abdomen.
It was only because Hung Jipang was so sturdily built that he did not start retching on the spot.
That knee strike knocked all the defiance and frenzy out of Hung Jipang.
He was a designated terrorist, and there were no reporters around.
The elite Flying Tigers guarding him would not spare him the slightest consideration.
Now subdued and compliant, Hung Jipang was locked alone inside a Riot Van.
The men from T Group took custody of him, then transported him back to the detention room at the Police Force's Tai Kwun headquarters.
It was not just Hung Jipang. The other ten terrorists also needed to undergo interrogation by the National Security Department.
Once all that work was complete, they would be remanded in custody