"Ghost Hand?"
He Wenzhan bent down, gripped the mercenary commander's cheeks, and lifted his head.
Unlike the other mercenaries in desert camouflage, this man's attire was distinctly unusual.
He had close-cropped hair and wore a well-tailored, fitted black Zhongshan suit.
One look was enough to tell that he was a martial artist.
Of course, at that moment, he cut a thoroughly sorry figure.
After all, against modern firearms, however formidable his fighting skills were, he could only meekly submit to captivity now.
Within the DOA Group, the mastermind Mo Chou had two leading operatives responsible for operations.
They were Ghost Eye, who protected and supervised Mr. Gao of the DOA Foundation, and Ghost Eye's senior fellow disciple, Ghost Hand, who worked at the DOA Group's headquarters.
The latter was the man in the Zhongshan suit before them, the commander of this mercenary squad.
The Intelligence Group under He Wenzhan already had information on him, including photographs.
"Sir He, sorry for offending you earlier... so sorry..."
Facing this famously cold-faced terror of the Hong Kong Island Police Force, Ghost Hand, who was squatting on the ground with his hands on his head, hurriedly forced an ingratiating smile.
"As you know, I'm just an underling."
"Whatever the bosses tell us to do, we underlings do it."
"I'm willing to make up for my crimes by helping you and apply to become a state witness."
"I have only one demand... no... no..."
"It's a request. Please, I'm asking you and the other officers to take me back to Hong Kong Island for trial."
Ghost Hand's attire, so different from that of the other mercenaries, made it clear that he normally placed great importance on appearances and bearing.
His earlier exchange with He Wenzhan and Withaya had shown his forcefulness even more clearly.
But