"Can the radios tune into the police channel?" Gu Sheng asked.
"No, the frequency ranges are different." Lee Chit shook his head. Gu Sheng knew nothing about this, but Lee Chit knew it well.
Gu Sheng was hardly surprised. If just anyone could tune into the police channel, things would be chaos.
"I'll find a way out downstairs and tell the police what's happening inside," Lee Chit said.
"Why go to all that trouble? We can't tune into their channel, but they can definitely tune into ours!" Gu Sheng gave Lee Chit a look.
His eyes said, How the fuck are you this stupid?
Good thing you don't work for me.
"Find a pen, write the frequency on something, and throw it down so the police can tune in. Isn't that all it takes?"
Somewhat embarrassed, Lee Chit turned to search the desk drawers. Lok Wai-ching tugged at the cream-colored curtains. "We can write it on this!"
Gu Sheng thought Lee Chit was even fucking stupider now.
"Give me your hand!" Gu Sheng told Lee Chit, then drew a Kukri from behind his waist.
He had no choice. He had nothing smaller.
It was better than pulling out a four-meter-long spear.
Lee Chit and Lok Wai-ching stared blankly. Where had he hidden that thing?
"You brought that to a jewelry viewing?" Lok Wai-ching asked, puzzled.
"I'm in the fucking Triad. What's wrong with carrying a little hardware?" Gu Sheng snapped, slashing Lee Chit's arm.
"What frequency? Forget it, write it yourself!"
Lee Chit took out a radio and adjusted it. He had just taken it from one of the robbers.
Then he dipped his finger in blood and wrote the frequency range on the curtain.
Gu Sheng drew his gun and fired several shots into the glass, then grabbed a