At the voice from behind him, Lin Yixiang's fingers abruptly faltered on the keyboard.
Despite his long mastery of the Cangjie input method, he typed a string of jumbled characters.
"Brother Yang, do you know what you're saying?"
His brows tightly knitted, Lin Yixiang stared at his longtime partner behind him in disbelief.
Yeung Chun, a Station Sergeant in CIB, was unquestionably one of its elite investigators.
From operating surveillance equipment to conducting surveillance in the field, he was among the very best in the Criminal Intelligence Bureau.
He had served in CIB for nearly ten years and spent more than ten years in frontline departments, making him a veteran of the Police Force in every sense.
But everyone knew what the Police Force had once been like.
Talented people with qualifications and good backgrounds had disdained joining it.
By now, its recruitment standards had gradually risen, requiring a Form Five diploma to apply to the Police Academy.
But in Yeung Chun's day, the Police Force had accepted almost anyone with a clean background and sufficient physical fitness.
Yeung Chun was a representative example of the Police Officers of that era: he had virtually no academic qualifications.
Despite his outstanding operational skills in CIB, he was hopeless at clerical work.
As a result, even after nearly twenty years in the Police Force, he remained in the junior ranks.
Yeung Chun's situation was also the reality for the vast majority of Police Officers.
Promotion from the junior ranks to inspector rank, becoming part of the Police Force Management, was a height many Police Officers could never reach in their lifetimes.
In fact, in many departments of the Police Force, Station Sergeants like Yeung Chun were the very foundation of frontline operations.
One needed only to look at the CIB managers who