At six that evening, the day he received Chan Wing Yan's medical report, Zhou Quan brought Ling Jing to the rooftop of the building opposite Lam Kwan's electrical appliance shop in Tsim Sha Tsui.
The two quietly set up the antique sniper rifle on the rooftop.
Zhou Quan was the primary sniper, while Ling Jing served as his spotter.
"Sergeant Zhou, would you like me to do it?"
Lying beside Zhou Quan with binoculars in hand, Ling Jing hesitated for a moment before finally voicing his suggestion.
He knew Zhou Quan was a good shot, perhaps even the best in all of Hong Kong Island.
But good marksmanship did not mean mastery of sniper tactics.
Zhou Quan had earned his title as Hong Kong Island's Gun God with a handgun.
There were no records available to the outside world to serve as a reference for his sniping performance.
Most importantly, the shooting conditions today were extremely poor.
The banners snapping outside some of the shops along the street were the strongest evidence of that.
"Watch the target!"
Zhou Quan did not even glance at Ling Jing. He simply focused all his attention on keeping the crosshairs in his scope locked onto Lam Kwan.
With the life of the ace Handsome Guy under his command at stake, Zhou Quan naturally felt it was safer to take the shot himself.
Hitting a target four hundred meters away in a full-value wind made Ling Jing an outstanding sniper indeed.
But compared with Sergeant Zhou, Ling Jing still had a long way to go.
Sensing Zhou Quan's resolve, Ling Jing said no more.
He rested the binoculars against the bridge of his nose and began watching the area around the appliance shop with his full attention.
Before long, a handsome young man wearing a