Pang Yik-hang gave her no face at all, leaving Siu Nga-ying utterly unable to maintain her composure.
Her face alternated between green and white, looking rather comical.
Of course, that was only from the perspective of Pang Yik-hang and the men around him.
For Siu Nga-ying and the Customs Operations Personnel beside her, being disarmed was undoubtedly extremely difficult to accept.
At that moment, the Customs Operations Personnel's faces all turned ashen, as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Prominent veins bulged on the backs of the hands gripping their weapons.
One could well imagine how agitated they were.
If they could, they would have liked nothing better than to raise their weapons and launch straight into a gunfight with the Police Force.
But that was something they could only think about.
If a clash really broke out, especially if weapons were used,
the consequences would certainly be more than they could bear.
In the eyes of these Customs Operations Personnel, what they were suffering now was unfair and unjust.
But procedurally speaking, the Police Force's National Security Department did indeed have the authority to investigate them on suspicion.
Yet how could they willingly hand over their weapons and sidearms just like that?
From Siu Nga-ying, the Assistant Commissioner of Customs, down to the ordinary Operations Personnel,
everyone on the Customs side stood rooted to the spot with ugly expressions, adopting a silent stance of neither taking the initiative nor resisting.
At the sight, a cold smile curled Pang Yik-hang's lips.
"Ah Zu, help our Customs colleagues keep their weapons safe!"
Now they cared about saving face? Why hadn't they behaved decently earlier?
Never mind. He, Sir Pang, was more than happy to help.
With T Group's finest Operations Personnel taking part in the fighting, Guan Zu, a young