Spokesperson of the Hong Kong Comprehensive Police Force

Chapter 107 The Founding Disciple
  Guan Zu, a child who is still young, has just turned seventeen after the Chinese New Year.

He is currently in Form 5 and will take the High School Entrance Examination in the second half of the year.

According to his conditions, it is not difficult to apply for the Wong Chuk Hang Police Academy, and the Hong Kong Island Police even welcomes him.

What's more, he is also planning to find his mother, Ms. Lu, to come forward.

The police academy's review process for police recruits is not a problem at all for Guan Zu.

But when Zhou Quan heard that Guan Zu was going to drop out of school and apply for the police academy tomorrow, he directly hit Guan Zu in the head with a bang.

"Stupid! If you enter the police academy now, even if you graduate with a silver rooster head, you are just a junior police officer."

Zhou Quan glared at the kid Guan Zu unceremoniously, and said with a bit of hatred: "Your main task now is to complete your studies seriously.

Even those who have graduated from Secondary School 7 can participate in the open recruitment of trainee inspectors in the police force.

While you are completing your studies, I will make a detailed exercise plan for you.

And every weekend, as long as I don't have a case on hand, you can come to me to practice marksmanship. "

Having said this, Zhou Quan paused for a moment.

"I am the current recipient of the Shield of Honor of the Police Academy."

With some expectation, he continued: "As my founding disciple, you should at least get me an honorary baton!"

Since Guan Zu seized the opportunity given by him, Zhou Quan will definitely do his best to cultivate this child.

Zhou Quan placed deep and heavy expectations on Guan Zu.

This kid comes from an extraordinary family, and his future performance shows that he has great plasticity.

When he grows up, he will definitely become an effective general under Zhou Quan, just like Zhou Quan is now under his uncle Huang Bingyao.

Not even He Wenzhan or Liu Baoqiang held a more important position in Zhou Quan's heart than Guan Zu.

The most important thing is that Guan Zu will be completely stamped with his mark.

Not even Guan Zu and his father Guan Da Bang Chui could change this matter.

Out of the importance he attached to Guan Zu, it was of course impossible for Zhou Quan to try to encourage the seedlings.

Although he suffered a violent blow, Guan Zu didn't have any angry look on his face.

Unlike Guan Zu's father's stick education, Guan Da Bang Chui just suppressed Guan Zu blindly.

No matter how Guan Zu behaves, he is still trash in the eyes of his father.

While Zhou Quan gave him a blow, he would also give him care and help.

Guan Zu was not a ignorant person, and of course he could understand Zhou Quan's good intentions.

"That……"

After rubbing the area where he was hit, little boy Guan Zu looked up at Zhou Quan.

"Master?"

He had always shown himself to be indifferent, but his tone rarely showed a gentle emotion.

"Of course, they say you are my founding disciple!"

Zhou Quan gently caressed the apprentice in front of him who was destined to make changes in the future, and the smile on his face became warmer.

"Master, don't worry, I won't let you down!"

Guan Zu responded solemnly, and there was a hint of sunshine that a young man should have at the corner of his mouth.

"You won't let yourself down!"

Zhou Quan hugged the child to his shoulders and taught him solemnly.

"I understand, Master!"

Guan Zu nodded repeatedly. He was no longer cold and dull when he first met Zhou Quan.

When he looked at Ou Yongen on the other side of Zhou Quan, he even had the intention to joke.

"Hello, Master!" As soon as these three syllables fell, the young and beautiful girl's ears turned red again.

Even Zhou Quan, who had always been shameless, had a rare hint of shyness on his face.

Although he was a little embarrassed, Zhou Quan subconsciously put a little more force into his arms around Guan Zu's child.

Little disciple, you have taken a broad path!
  Just by saying "Master's Wife" from you, I guarantee that I will teach you everything I can!

After secretly giving an appreciative look to the child Guan Zu, Zhou Quan quickly changed the subject.

"Watch the game, watch the game first!"

Afterwards, Zhou Quan took Ou Yongen and Guan Zu back to the auditorium.

During this period, although Ou Yongen remained blushing and silent, she never refuted anything.

The blush and shyness on the girl's face was better than all the love words in the world.

At this moment, Peng Yixing's competition process is coming to an end.

Zhou Quan sat in the audience and picked up the telescope Ou Yongen used to watch the game.

He saw clearly the impact point of Peng Yixing's last two shots hitting the target.

DoubleTap! A very standard and accurate two-hit combo.

It's a pity that Peng Yixing's movements during sports shooting are just wild.

Moreover, it is impossible to be like Zhou Quan, who can raise his hand and pull the trigger without hesitation, and the bullet can accurately hit the target.

His final results are still far from the record set by Zhou Quan.

"Contestant No. 69 Peng Yixing!"

"The time was thirty-three seconds and forty-nine, the target score was one hundred and seventy-five, and the shooting coefficient was five point two hundred and nineteen."

Just as Zhou Quan expected, Peng Yixing's competition results were quickly announced on the radio on the rostrum of the shooting range.

There were cheers immediately on the playing field, but it was not as shocking as when Zhou Quan's results were announced.

Perhaps because he felt strong pressure on Zhou Quan, Peng Yixing directly broke his previous record.

However, compared to the new record set by Zhou Quan, there is still a big gap.

"Let's go, the awards ceremony is next!"

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Zhou Quan stood up and said with a smile.

As the last gun champion, Peng Yixing is the final player in this IPSC competition.

His competition results have been released, and this competition is naturally coming to an end.

In front of a wall of posters filled with sponsor advertisements, the two-time gun champions who had just looked at each other from afar came into close contact.

"Sir Zhou, the West Kowloon Spear God, I have heard of your name."

Standing on the podium slightly lower than Zhou Quan, Peng Yixing raised his head and stared at Zhou Quan.

"Before this, I thought I was no worse than you."

The corners of his mouth curved in a brilliant arc, and Peng Yixing said slowly: "Until today, I didn't understand what it means to be a worthy scholar despite the great reputation!"

"In the next few years, we will be rivals!"

At this moment, Peng Yixing's hands holding his runner-up trophy were trembling uncontrollably.

This was not because Peng Yixing was nervous when facing Zhou Quan, but because he was extremely excited.

He was frantically pursuing his own limits, and the accurate result of less than thirty-four seconds just now represented his progress this year.

As a result, who would have thought that in this IPSC competition, he would encounter a monster that increased the distance to within 28 seconds.

Peng Yixing did not feel any discouragement or loss. He only had a strong fighting spirit and the fighting spirit to surpass his goal.

(End of this chapter)