Hong Kong Police Force Chief

The mixed-race moustache climbed up from the ground tremblingly, and took the phone handed over by He Wenzhan expressionlessly.

At this moment, the anger in his heart was no less than that of Huang Bingyao.

Being kicked to the ground in public was an embarrassing experience that he had never had before in his life.

But he couldn't afford to offend the fat man in front of him.

Although Huang Bingyao usually looks like a smiling Maitreya, his fierce and domineering nature is something that the entire police force is famous for.

Not to mention that he is just a superintendent of the Political Department, even his superior sir must give some face to this deadly scissors.

Unless, unless the forces behind their political department come forward.

But now that Hong Kong Island is approaching its return, the forces behind their political department don't dare to act recklessly.

The mixed-race mustache suppressed his anger and dialed the number of his superior sir.

Because Huang Bingyao was watching eagerly from behind, he didn't dare to add any extravagance and told his experience honestly.

"Shit!"

The quality of the anti-gangster group's office phone was good, and the beautiful words of the political department chief sir were clearly transmitted.

"Sir, Mr. Richard, come here right now!"

After hanging up the phone, the mixed-race mustache forced a smile on his face and approached Huang Bingyao in a flattering manner.

"Then you stand here until he comes to see me!"

Huang Bingyao put his hands behind his back and shouted in a loud voice.

The flying spit sprayed directly on the face of the mixed-race mustache.

This made him feel disgusted and extremely angry at the same time.

But Huang Bingyao's power was too terrifying. Not to mention having an attack on the spot, he didn't even dare to wipe the spit on his face.

The members of the SB political department, headed by this mixed-race mustache, did not dare to make the slightest move and just stood there and waited.

But Huang Bingyao and Zhou Quan obviously would not stand with them.

"Boss, I have some good tea in my office. Would you like to try it?"

Because it was a public place, Zhou Quan did not call Huang Bingyao uncle.

"Then have a taste!"

Huang Bingyao once again put on a smiling face, but every time he looked at the mixed-race mustache, he was still filled with a strong sense of oppression.

Zhou Quan did not invite Huang Bingyao to his office glass room. Instead, after making two cups of tea, he found two empty chairs and sat down.

"You go back and do your work first!"

Huang Bingyao waved to the senior executives of Yau Jian District who came with him, indicating that they should leave temporarily.

Afterwards, he sat side by side with Zhou Quan, sipping tea while waiting for the big sir from the Political Department to arrive.

About half an hour later, a Lotus drove into the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

Under the guidance of the police, a ghost man with a beard, a Mediterranean Sea on his head, and a suit and tie came to the office area of ​​the Anti-Gangster Group.

"Yao, I'm very sorry. My subordinates are ignorant and have caused you trouble today!"

The ghost guy walked up to Huang Bingyao very familiarly, stretched out his hands, and greeted with a smile on his face.

I have to say that although this ghost guy's tone is a bit strange, his words and deeds are very consistent with the culture of Hong Kong Island.

Huang Bingyao and Zhou Quan stood up, and Huang Bingyao shook hands with the ghost guy.

"Richard, you should give me an explanation!"

This bald ghost guy is the commander of the Tai Kwun Political Department, a chief superintendent appointed by the ghost guy's base camp.

"Yao, do you think we should find a quiet place to talk?"

Ghost guy Richard looked at his surroundings and said with a smile on his face.

After all, the ghost guy in front of him is the senior sir of the Political Department, and it is impossible for Huang Bingyao to lose his face in public.

"Quan Zai leads the way to the meeting room of your anti-gang group!"

Zhou Quan nodded and took the lead to go out and open the door to the conference room next door.

This time, two police bosses at the level of Chief Superintendent were seated in the place where Zhou Quan had previously summoned Liansheng and Hong Xing, the two major talkers.

Apart from Huang Bingyao and Ghost Man Richard, there were only two parties in the conference room who had just had a conflict.

Of course, Zhou Quan and the mixed-race moustache were standing next to their respective sirs.

"Richard, what do you say now?"

Huang Bingyao didn't have a good impression of the two SB guys in front of him. He was not even willing to provide two cups of coffee.

"Yao, I'm deeply sorry for what happened today!"

Faced with Huang Bingyao's questioning, Richard, who was wronged, clasped his hands together and quickly explained: "The Political Department received a complaint about Inspector Zhou Quan.

I assigned Pete to investigate the matter, but I didn't expect that there was a big problem with Pete's behavior.

This caused the misunderstanding today. I will ask Peter to apologize to Inspector Zhou Quan. "

While speaking, Ghost Man Richard glared hard at the mixed-race mustache.

The meaning is very obvious, that is, let him control his mouth and carry on with what happened today.

Whatever complaints were received about Zhou Quan, it was just an excuse.

Because Huang Bingyao is about to be promoted to Assistant Director, Gui Lao does not want to see the power of Chinese police officers continue to grow, so he is preparing to take action in secret.

Zhou Quan appears to be just an inconspicuous little inspector, but in fact he is the next generation flag-bearer of the Li family in the police force.

This Li family descendant who is now in a low position and has a bright future is obviously the most suitable target.

What Richard the foreigner didn't expect was that his mixed-race mustache was too useless.

Before targeting Zhou Quan, he didn't even investigate Zhou Quan's situation, and he was arrogant and domineering to take Zhou Quan back to the Political Department.

In the past, the mixed-race mustache did the same thing.

As long as he was brought to the Political Department, he would decide whether to be round or flat.

Although this method is crude, it has always been successful against those police officers who have no foundation.

But the key point is that Zhou Quan is not a rootless duckweed.

This time, the mixed-race mustache kicked the iron plate directly.

"Pete, why don't you apologize to Inspector Zhou Quan!"

Richard the foreigner looked at the useless subordinate beside him, his eyes were extremely stern.

"I'm sorry, Inspector Zhou Quan, I'm very sorry for not following the rules today!"

The mixed-race mustache's face flushed red, and he almost buried his head in his suit collar.

How arrogant he was just now, how embarrassed he was now.

Zhou Quan glanced at the mixed-race mustache lightly, and he didn't bother to pay attention to this idiot banana man.

His eyes shifted to the foreigner Richard, and Zhou Quan's mouth showed a meaningful smile.

So what if he's a foreigner? So what if he's in the political department? He never took it to heart.

The elders in his family are certainly his capital for a foothold and promotion in the police force.

But Zhou Quan never said that the capital behind him is only the Li family of the police force.

"Mr. Richard, I heard that you were born in an aristocratic family in Oxford?"

Zhou Quan was too lazy to play along with these SB political department, and he was ready to show his trump card directly.

Otherwise, these SBs really thought he was easy to bully.

As his performance gets better and better, these idiots will keep paying attention to him all day long, but he doesn't have the time to deal with them.