Bang! Bang! Bang!
On the first weekend after the 1992 Lunar New Year, gunshots rang out one after another at the Hong Kong Island Shooting Association's competition grounds on Kowloon Golden Hill.
Sergeant Zhou, who usually wore either a suit or a police uniform, had made a rare change into sportswear that day.
He was already a member of the Hong Kong Island Shooting Association, but his studies had kept him from entering any IPSC competitions before.
This was Zhou Quan's first time competing, and it would also be his last.
For Sergeant Zhou, who possessed the achievement rewards of firearms mastery and tactical proficiency, this was nothing special.
The so-called IPSC competition was as simple as children playing house.
Still, many of his colleagues in the disciplined services were keen on the competition.
There were also plenty of IPSC experts among civilians.
As the West Kowloon Gun God, Sergeant Zhou naturally had to leave his mark on the competition.
After a series of nimble twists and turns, Zhou Quan cleared the chamber and returned the competition air pistol to the Quick-Draw Holster at his waist.
Without even looking at his results, he turned with effortless flair and walked toward the spectator stands.
At that moment, a radiant young woman wearing the same sportswear as him occupied almost ninety percent of Zhou Quan's field of vision.
The remaining ten percent belonged to a cool, handsome young man not far from that youthful, lovely figure.
Without a doubt, these two were Au Wing-yan and Little Guan Zu, who had come to watch Zhou Quan compete.
Au Wing-yan was curious about just what made Zhou Quan, the West Kowloon Gun God, so extraordinary.
Besides, she had feelings for him and had accepted his invitation a week earlier.
As for Little Guan Zu,