In the underground car park of Golden Plaza in Mong Kok, West Kowloon, several police officers stood ramrod straight, ready and waiting.
Each wore at least one Bauhinia on his shoulders.
Anyone below the Police Force's Commissioned Rank of Superintendent had no right to stand here.
The man at the head wore a striking Red Chicken Rope across his chest, and even bore a set of Crossed Batons on his shoulders.
He was Police Force Assistant Commissioner and Commander-in-Chief of West Kowloon District, Cheng Chung-yan, Zhou Quan's old partner from his days in the lower ranks.
Years after his promotion to Senior Superintendent and transfer away from West Kowloon Headquarters, Sergeant Cheng had now returned to the Police District he knew best.
Sergeant Cheng was a trusted subordinate of the current Number One, and his ability and experience were also outstanding.
He had achievements of his own and a powerful backer above him.
His entry into the Police Force core management was naturally no problem.
"Sergeant Kwong, where's the boss now?"
Cheng Chung-yan raised a hand to smooth his immaculate, crisp uniform as he repeatedly questioned Kong Chi Lap beside him. "Are there any problems with the operation upstairs?"
"Do we have enough personnel for the operation? Do you need me to bring over all the men from B Company?"
"Can the operation be successfully completed on schedule before the boss arrives?"
In truth, if Cheng Chung-yan had simply stood still, not a single crease would have been visible on his uniform.
He only acted this way because he could not settle his nerves.
Normally speaking, Cheng Chung-yan had served in succession as the head of an important Police District department, a district-level commanding officer, and finally the highest-ranking officer in an entire Police District.
His composure was far beyond