The Hong Kong Island Police Force's forceful seizure of DC-8 had killed Siu Chi Yan's next plan before it could even begin.
For this portable nuclear weapon, he had already risked exposing the secure identity he had kept as his last reserve.
If the operation involving DC-8 could not proceed smoothly, wouldn't all the effort Siu Chi Yan had invested have been wasted?
"Deputy Commissioner Zhou, this is dictatorship!"
In his desperation, Siu Chi Yan could no longer maintain his selfless facade of righteous devotion to Hong Kong and the public.
He pressed both hands hard against the table, his gaze predatory.
At that moment, he no longer even addressed Zhou Quan respectfully as Sir Kwan.
"You disgrace the Hong Kong Government-"
Before Siu Chi Yan could finish the rest of his sentence, Zhou Quan raised a hand and cut him off.
"I said, you may leave!"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and Sir Kwan of the Police Force exuded an overwhelming presence.
Though his expression remained as calm as the still water of an ancient well, everyone present felt the pressure of his quiet authority.
"Professor Siu Chi Yan! This way, please!"
Without waiting for instructions from the big boss or his superiors, Chan Chi-kit, who was sitting beside Siu Chi Yan, immediately rose to his feet.
He stared sharply at Siu Chi Yan, his right hand gripping the professor's arm like a tiger's claw.
Without a doubt, Chan Chi-kit was now ready to use force.
Chan Chi-kit had long since grown impatient with this so-called Professor Siu beside him.
DC-8 was evidence recovered by their Hong Kong Island Police Force, while ownership lay with South Korea and North Korea.
Now even the South Korean consul had stopped opposing his boss's approach. What right did an uninvolved adviser have to