As early as the eighties, Chan Chung-shan had begun committing crimes across Hong Kong Island.
In terms of underworld seniority, he certainly did not fall far short of those notorious master thieves and ruthless bandits.
But he had always been cautious.
Most importantly, he had a relatively clear sense of his own limits.
Jewellery stores and gold shops were essentially the only two kinds of targets Chan Chung-shan robbed.
He never touched bank cash vans or any target that could draw serious attention from the Police Force.
On top of that, he liked to move on after each job. After every robbery, he would lie low for a long time, vanishing completely from Hong Kong Island.
That was why, until today, the Police Force had never caught him slipping.
Yet his conduct could certainly be described as utterly brazen.
That was amply demonstrated by his killing a police officer to resist arrest years ago, and by the vicious way he had just pierced a uniformed officer's major artery without hesitation.
Chan Chung-shan was extremely tenacious, even with a bullet having torn through his shoulder and blasted a bloody hole in it.
He still clenched his teeth, refusing to let out a single scream or groan.
He looked tough on the outside, but inwardly, Chan Chung-shan was panicking too.
Although he planned robberies, he never took part in them himself.
Otherwise, he would not have had only a steel spike to defend himself with, without so much as a pistol.
Even if he had just injured a uniformed police officer, surely that did not warrant a cop aiming a rifle at him.
He had not handled many kinds of firearms, but he could still tell that the weapon in the officer's hands was anything but ordinary.
Most importantly, the man had