At ten the next morning, Zhou Quan arrived by car at the golf course on Beacon Hill, right on time.
Declining the caddie's offer to lead the way, Zhou Quan headed straight for his usual tee.
At that moment, a young man was already at the tee and had been waiting there for quite some time.
With his hair dyed blond, a leather jacket on his back, and glaring studs in his ears, Chan Wing Yan looked every inch a street punk.
His posture was ramrod straight, however, which pleased Zhou Quan.
"Good morning, sir!"
Seeing Zhou Quan approach alone, Chan Wing Yan immediately raised his hand in a textbook military salute.
Since Lok Kai-cheung had entrusted Chan Wing Yan to Zhou Quan, he would naturally have told Chan Wing Yan about him.
"At ease, 27149!"
Zhou Quan pressed a hand downward and walked straight toward the seats by the tee.
"Come and sit!"
After beckoning Chan Wing Yan to sit down, Zhou Quan studied him carefully.
Seeing that Chan Wing Yan was still sitting bolt upright, Zhou Quan could not help frowning slightly.
Whether Chan Wing Yan was being reserved and serious or simply following a habit developed at the Police Academy made no difference.
Now that he was working undercover, he should not be presenting himself this way.
"27149, I know you had excellent grades at the Police Academy, but you've been expelled, and you're on an undercover assignment now."
Looking Chan Wing Yan straight in the eye, Zhou Quan earnestly instructed him, "I want you to forget your deportment training at the Police Academy."
"Everything you say and do must fit your current identity at all times."
It had to be said that Chan Wing Yan really did have a talent for undercover police work.
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