Director Song spoke frankly and directly, and Sir Kwan was just as decisive.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed his Number One Lieutenant's private number.
"Ah Sing, come to my office right away!"
As he hung up, Zhou Quan turned his gaze back to Song An.
"Chow Sing Sing, Police Force Senior Assistant Commissioner and National Security Department Director."
He nodded slightly and offered an explanation with a warm expression.
"He'll brief you shortly on the specific details concerning those criminals, Director Song."
Song An was naturally familiar with the Hong Kong Island Police Force's core leadership, especially those responsible for national security.
Even if they had never met before, how could he possibly lack the relevant information?
"I've long heard that Sergeant Zhou of the National Security Department is your Number One Lieutenant, Sir Kwan. I've admired him from afar for quite some time."
Song An smiled graciously, maintaining a courteous bearing in every word and gesture.
"Today, I finally have the chance to meet Sergeant Zhou in person!"
On the surface, Director Song had something of the elegance of an ancient scholar with a feather fan and silk headcloth.
In reality, however, there was far more to him than what he currently presented before Zhou Quan.
As the head of the National Security Second Bureau back home, Song An's ability to devise strategies was beyond question.
Besides that, when Zhou Quan had first met Song An and shaken his hand,
he had noticed the thick calluses between Song An's thumbs and forefingers and determined that the man must be an expert with firearms.
Clearly, Director Song was also a battle-hardened Operations Elite who had risen through the ranks from frontline work.
Perhaps, given his present age, his operational capabilities had already begun to decline.
Even so,