The mustached man of mixed heritage clambered up from the floor, trembling, and took the phone He Wenzhan offered him with an expressionless face.
At that moment, the fury in his heart was no less intense than Wong Bing Yiu's.
Being kicked to the ground in front of everyone was a humiliation he had never experienced in his life.
Yet he could not afford to offend the fat man Wong before him.
Wong Bing Yiu might usually look like a smiling Buddha, but his ferocity and domineering manner were notorious throughout the Police Force.
Never mind a mere superintendent in the Political Department-even his own Big Sir had to show the man known for his Deadly Scissor Kick some respect.
Unless-unless the forces backing their Political Department stepped in.
But with Hong Kong Island's handover approaching, even the forces behind their Political Department did not dare act with impunity.
Swallowing his anger, the mustached man of mixed heritage called his Big Sir.
With Wong Bing Yiu watching him like a hawk from behind, he did not dare embellish anything and honestly recounted what had happened to him.
"Shit!"
The Anti-Triad Unit's office phone was of decent quality, and the Political Department Big Sir's choice vocabulary came through clearly.
"Sir, Mr. Richard is coming right over!"
After hanging up, the mustached man of mixed heritage forced a smile and sidled up to Wong Bing Yiu, fawning.
"Then stand right here until he comes to see me!"
With his hands behind his back, Wong Bing Yiu barked in a booming voice.
Flying spittle sprayed straight across the mustached man's face.
It left him feeling both disgusted and utterly furious.
Yet Wong Bing Yiu's imposing presence was so terrifying that he dared not lose his temper on the spot, let alone wipe the