Chapter 130

Of course, the matter was of grave importance—so grave, in fact, that it could not be summarized in a single sentence. Before the police issued an official report, all the reporters knew was that the Nie family and his son had been subjected to a bomb threat, and that both kidnappers and police officers had been shot. The number of people carried off the cruise ship covered in sheets was more than one hand could count. One could say, then, that the situation was indeed significant. Beyond the shifting sea of heads, the door to the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) stood silent, with police officers rushing about in a flurry. Two floors up, in a row of glass-walled rooms, all the blinds had been raised, though the lights within were blazing. Outside the Chief Inspector’s office stood two rows of people: one row of men in crisp black suits—bodyguards from the Nie and Ye families—and another row of officers in uniform—the men of the OCTB.