Hong Kong Police Force Chief

Why did those SB political departments find their own assistants?

A look of panic flashed deep in He Wenzhan's eyes.

But he didn't show anything strange on the surface, and he still stood firmly in front of the mixed-race mustache.

"You are not qualified to know yet, let Zhou Quan speak out!"

The mixed-race mustache glanced at He Wenzhan contemptuously. He had his hands in his pockets and his attitude was very arrogant.

Zhou Quan, who was sorting files in the glass room, could not miss the noise in the anti-gangster office area.

He stood up and walked out of the glass room, coming behind his three generals.

"Azhan is not qualified, what about me?"

Looking past He Wenzhan and the others, Zhou Quan frowned as he landed on the mixed-race moustache.

"You are not qualified to ask Zhou Quan to come see me!"

The mulatto moustache still had a defiant attitude.

Due to the obstruction of a group of anti-gangster police officers, he did not notice Zhou Quan walking out of the glass office room.

Zhou Quan pushed aside He Wenzhan and Liu Baoqiang, and walked slowly in front of the mixed-race mustache.

"Since you don't know me, why do you want to see me by name?"

Glancing at the mixed-race moustache, Zhou Quan couldn't help but have a look of impatience flashing across his face.

Of course Zhou Quan also saw clearly the appointment certificate of the mixed-race mustache.

A superintendent of the SB political department, but so what?

"It turns out that you are Zhou Quan!"

Hearing Zhou Quan's words, the mixed-race mustache looked Zhou Quan up and down.

He sneered and said: "I am Superintendent Pete of the Political Department. Now I suspect that you are abusing your power and disregarding human life. Come with me!"

As soon as he said this, all the anti-gang police officers in the office area came forward.

They stared at the mixed-race mustache eagerly, as if they would take action directly if the other party couldn't explain clearly.

"What to do? Do you want to attack the Political Department?"

The mixed-race moustache was instantly startled, and he scolded sternly.

Zhou Quan was also deeply moved by the protection of his brothers.

However, he did not want his brothers to be implicated because of him.

"Okay, let's go back to work!"

With a slight wave of his hand, Zhou Quan motioned for the brothers to return to their positions.

The police officers from the anti-gang group looked at each other, and finally dispersed obediently.

But their eyes were always fixed on the mixed-race mustache, making the mixed-race mustache feel an extremely strong sense of oppression.

There was nothing Zhou Quan could do about this. It was impossible for him to interfere even with the eyes of his brothers.

"Bring it here!"

After temporarily comforting the brothers, Zhou Quan raised his hand and said calmly.

"What to take?"

The mixed-race mustache was slightly startled and glanced at Zhou Quan with a dissatisfied look.

"Documents to cooperate with the investigation!"

Zhou Quan looked at the mixed-race moustache as if he were a fool, and he said in amazement: "If you want to take me to your political department, you can't even have a formal document!"

The mixed-race mustache's eyes were slightly panicked. He forced himself to calm down and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come back to the Political Department with me to cooperate with the investigation!"

He came to Zhou Quan this time just to express himself to his superiors. It was purely his private action. Where did the official documents come from!

In the past, other police officers would immediately become silent and obey orders as soon as they heard the name of their political department.

As long as he brings the person back to the Political Department, he has plenty of ways to manipulate the other party.

Seeing the change in the expression of the mixed-race mustache in front of him, Zhou Quan suddenly understood.

"Without formal investigation documents, you want me to go back to the Political Department with you? Do you think you are ICAC?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Zhou Quan rebuked unceremoniously: "If your brain is not good, just get it treated. Don't be embarrassed here!"

How about the Superintendent? What about the SB Political Department? Is it true that Sir Zhou can knead it at will?

The mixed-race mustache, who has always been arrogant and domineering, has never experienced a scene like this where someone called him an idiot in front of him?

He stared at Zhou Quan with hatred in his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Our Political Department does not need any documents to investigate!"

However, as soon as these words were spoken, a voice full of gunpowder rang out.

"I'll attack your mother! Why didn't I know that you SBs have so much power?"

Angry voices came from far away, and Huang Bingyao came over aggressively with senior Chinese police officers from Yau Tsim District.

"You came to my Mr. Huang's territory to pick up someone, and you didn't even say hello to me, Mr. Huang, in advance?"

Huang Bingyao's oppressive gaze was fixed on the mixed-race mustache.

"The most important thing is that you don't even have a formal investigation document, not even one!"

Having said this, the anger in Huang Bingyao's heart became increasingly difficult to suppress.

He flew up with a kick and directly kicked the mixed-race moustache who had just turned around to the ground.

"Do you really think that my reputation for killing someone with scissor kicks is just a waste?"

Zhou Quan was Huang Bingyao's favorite, so how could he allow outsiders to bully his own son?

He's just a superintendent, so he'll just kick him.

What's more, the other party doesn't comply with the procedures first.

Even if this matter was brought to the Grand Hall, he, Mr. Huang, would not be afraid at all.

After kicking out, Huang Bingyao still didn't feel relieved.

He flew forward immediately, ready to give the mixed-race moustache a good beating.

Fortunately, Zhou Quan had quick eyesight and quick hands, and quickly stopped his uncle's movement.

"Boss, calm down! Calm down! It's not worth it!"

Zhou Quan quickly persuaded Huang Bingyao while soothing his chest.

There is nothing wrong with kicking this mixed-race mustache. Even if he is the superintendent of the political department, they can handle this matter.

But if Huang Bingyao continues to move his feet, it won't matter if he kicks the mixed-race mustache.

But the problem is that Huang Bingyao is now in a critical period of competition for assistant director.

If he really caused any big trouble, his chances of promotion would be ruined.

After Huang Bingyao vented his anger, he was calmed down by Zhou Quan.

In fact, if this matter hadn't been about his nephew, Huang Bingyao wouldn't have been so impulsive.

He has been able to serve as the commander-in-chief of Yau Tsim District for many years, and his methods are naturally extraordinary.

A mere superintendent, even if he comes from the SB Political Department, has plenty of ways to kill his opponent.

Although the anger in his heart has subsided a little, Huang Bingyao is obviously not ready to let go of the mixed-race mustache.

"Who, give the phone to this SB person and ask him to call Richard!"

He raised his hand and pointed to the phone on He Wenzhan's desk, and said with a cold face: "I, Mr. Huang, would like to take a look at how Richard can give me an explanation today!"