Hong Kong Police Force Chief

He was a fat middle-aged man wearing a black and yellow striped shirt and only a little over 1.5 meters tall.

He quickly walked around Zhou Quan's anti-gang police officers and stood in front of Ni Yongxiao without hesitation.

The short fat man first glanced at Lu Qichang and Huang Zhicheng opposite him, and then set his eyes on Zhou Quan.

"Officer Zhou, there is one less person in the Ni family today. Could you please be accommodating?"

With his head held high and a somewhat flattering smile on his face, the short fat man tried to smooth things over.

"Han Chen from East Tsim Sha Tsui, right?"

Zhou Quan looked down at the short fat man from a more obvious angle. He smiled playfully and said, "Why do you think you have face with me, Mr. Zhou?"

At this point, the expression on Zhou Quan's face suddenly turned cold, and he said in a deep and indifferent voice: "Hold your head with your hands, squat aside, do you have the right to speak here?"

Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?

Huang Zhicheng is willing to humble himself to be able to smile playfully with you, Han Chen.

But in Zhou Quan's case, he felt disgusted and disgusted even if he looked at Han Chen.

Han Chen, who was slapped in the face in public, immediately stiffened his smile.

Since becoming the top five leader of the Ni family, how has Han Chen ever suffered such grievances?

Even Ni Kun, the person who had previously spoken to the Ni family, had to smile at him.

He came in and out of the reception room of the Yau Tsim District Crime Unit as if it were a common occurrence.

However, at this moment, no matter how strong you, Sir Zhou, the anti-gangster group, are, there is no need to be so aggressive.

Han Chen deliberately wanted to show off his face, and he, Jiandong Han Chen, was by no means an unknown person.

But when he met Zhou Quan's unquestionable eyes and the more than twenty revolvers around him that seemed to be turning the dark muzzles of their guns, he calmed down very knowingly.

Holding his head with both hands, Han Chen squatted next to the lion head that was pointed at a gun not far from Ni Yongxiao with a particularly flexible speed.

"What? Are you waiting for me to invite you back for tea?"

Looking away from Han Chen, Zhou Quan looked at Ni Yongxiao who was holding back his anger. He sneered and said.

These words made Ni Yongxiao's expression stern, and the anger in his heart was suppressed and calmed down again.

At any other time, there would be no problem in being taken to the police station for tea.

But the key thing is that today, his father's body is still lying in the mortuary.

If the funeral is not carried out in time, then Ni Yongxiao will be completely ashamed of his name.

"Sorry, Officer Zhou!"

Ni Yongxiao took a long breath, lowered his head slightly, and said calmly: "I'm disturbing your rest tonight!"

Even though the look deep in his eyes was extremely sinister, he didn't show anything strange on the surface.

He obviously did not dare to mention the threat to open champagne to Huang Zhicheng in front of Zhou Quan.

Because the Sir Zhou in front of him would really take him into custody and return him to the police station without hesitation.

By that time, other troubles would not matter, but they would definitely affect his father's funeral.

Ni Yongxiao's forbearance and government made Zhou Quan couldn't help but pay more attention to Mr. Ni.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Zhou Quan quietly watched Ni Yongxiao lower his head and slowly retreat.

At the same time, he raised his hand and waved lightly, signaling his brothers to let go of the Ni family's horses.

Looking at the backs of Ni Yongxiao and his party as they left, Zhou Quan immediately made a decision in his heart.

It was time to officially launch the action against the Ni family.

The news talker of the Ni family is probably no worse than that old fox Ni Kun.

Only by squatting in a kiln in Stanley until death could Zhou Quan feel at ease for such a dangerous person.

Just when Zhou Quan was folding his arms and rubbing his chin, thinking about his plan, Lu Qichang and Huang Zhicheng walked to Zhou Quan's side hand in hand.

"I have long heard that Sir Zhou has a tough style, and today I really experienced it firsthand!"

Lu Qichang smiled and exchanged greetings with a look of goodwill on his face.

"Sir Lu is joking."

Zhou Quan turned around and said meaningfully: "My brothers and I came uninvited, so we didn't disturb Sir Lu and your good deeds!"

"No no!"

Before Lu Qichang could speak, Huang Zhicheng took over the conversation first, with a smile on his face like a chrysanthemum in full bloom.

"The Ni family has a major change today. Sir Zhou, you should take action."

Having said this, Huang Zhicheng paused for a moment, then continued with a hint of apology: "When I was at the police academy, I offended Sir Zhou.

Another day I put a table on the table and made a special trip to apologize to Sir Zhou. "

As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face.

Zhou Quan no longer took Huang Zhicheng's previous offense seriously.

Of course, if you have too many close friendships with Huang Zhicheng, you’d better avoid it!

"I appreciate Sir Huang's kindness."

Zhou Quan waved his hand and said with a somewhat formulaic smile: "It was all a misunderstanding before, so there is no need to be so formal."

He didn't want to have any contact with Huang Zhicheng, not to mention that Huang Zhicheng obviously didn't sincerely want to serve drinks.

If there is no accurate time, what day will it be?

After the three of them exchanged brief greetings, they each led their police officers to close the team.

Although the anti-gangster and crime squad convoys arrived at the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station at the same time, Zhou Quan had no intention of talking to his colleagues from the crime squad.

He took his brothers and went straight back to the office area of ​​the anti-gang group.

"Ah Zhan, go ask the paparazzi if there is any result!"

Before entering his office glass room, Zhou Quan first glanced at He Wenzhan, and then told the other police officers: "It will be harder tonight, everyone wait in the police station for a while."

"Yes, sir!"

"Assistant, I will contact the paparazzi now!"

All the police officers nodded in response, He Wenzhan turned around and left the office area, and the others returned to their positions.

About half an hour later, He Wenzhan returned to Zhou Quan's office glass room with a file bag.

In the file bag, there were paparazzi surveillance photos of Ni Kun Theater.

Zhou Quan carefully looked through the photos and found the results he wanted.

Liu Jianming, the murderer who shot Ni Kun tonight, was in these photos.

These included different photos of Liu Jianming from the side and the front, which were extremely detailed.

The most important discovery was that among all the people who went to Ni Kun Theater tonight.

Apart from Ni Kun's bodyguards and his old opera friends, there was only Liu Jianming.

After all, Ni Kun's theater was just a play club formed by a group of old friends for fun, and it was not open to the public at all.

After selecting all the photos of Liu Jianming, Zhou Quan fell into a state of meditation.