A big shot surnamed Guan in the North New Territories, who believed that sparing the rod spoiled the child? Could he be Zu's father?
Zhou Quan nodded thoughtfully, a vague suspicion forming in his mind.
He did not know Senior Superintendent Guan Zhibang, nor had he ever met Guan Zu.
But Zhou Quan was more than familiar with Chan Kwok Wing, the man who would ultimately bring Guan Zu to justice. They had been classmates in the same intake at the Police Academy.
Chan Kwok Wing had only just begun his Inspector Probationary Period. There were at least seven or eight years to go before Guan Zu and his gang committed their crimes.
At present, Guan Zu was probably still just a little brat attending school.
As such, Zhou Quan had no interest in Guan Zu and the others right now.
As for steering Guan Zu and the others onto the right path, that was completely unrealistic under the present circumstances.
After all, even Guan Zu's father, a big shot in the Police Force, could not raise him properly, let alone an outsider like Zhou Quan.
With no standing, no connection, and no reason to interfere, how could his words possibly carry any weight?
He could hardly go straight to Sergeant Guan and tell him that if he kept this up, his son would commit crimes sooner or later and eventually face justice.
If he did, even if Guan Zu's father really was the "Guan Big Mallet" Wong Bing Yiu had spoken of, Zhou Quan would certainly offend him beyond repair.
For now, all Zhou Quan could do was wait and see.
While Zhou Quan was silently pondering the Guan father and son, Wong Bing Yiu's voice reached his ears.
"Chun, was there anything else?"
Wong Bing Yiu checked his