We didn't just sit at home all last week, but worked at the agency. I had been given a homework assignment by Zhan, after all, to find out when Wen Rouhan had started to become a criminal. This was not an easy task, and it did not explain why he became a criminal.

I found out that Wen Rouhan, up until 30 years ago, was an honest businessman who diligently paid his taxes and never got into trouble for anything. No criminal record, not even parking tickets. It's as if he flipped a switch from one moment to the next and decided to give up his honest law-abiding life and become one of the most famous criminals.

Of course, I found all the reports saying what crimes Wen Rouhan was accused of but could never prove. Organ trafficking, human trafficking, arms trafficking, drug trafficking and some more. But what was the impetus to become so, I found nothing about that.

Only too gladly I would have called Zhan in the last days and asked. But Seungyoun keeps a constant eye on me and has made the spare bed in my room his own. Now he is by my side day and night. He even told me to my face that he was keeping an eye on me so I wouldn't get more involved with Zhan.

I explained to Seungyoun that without Zhan's help, we still would not have had any successes. In the last week, there have been 17 arrests. 17 officials from different areas, took bribes and covered up for Wen Xu! How could we have found out if Zhan hadn't helped us?

But Seungyoun told me that I seemed to have forgotten that the Wen's were not our target and that I let Zhan, in the war against his brothers, make me a tool. "You don't really know what Xiao Zhan is up to, do you? He claims he wants to protect his father, but where is the evidence that his father is really in danger? What if Xiao Zhan himself wants to take over his father's business and his brothers are in his way to do so? You clear his brothers out of the way and clear the way for Zhan to come to power." He said to me.

Admittedly, I had not even thought of this possibility before. I probably didn't want to let these thoughts that Zhan was just using me to get his brothers out of the way either. I mean, maybe Seungyoun is right. Because otherwise, why would Zhan be so willing to help me? He could also just hire someone to take care of the Wen's.

The house, this huge mansion that Zhan owns, proves that he has enough money to pay an army to get rid of his brothers. But if his brothers simply disappeared, questions would arise. But if we arrest Zhan's brothers, Zhan will get off easy.

I also checked on Wen Qing and Wen Ning and found out that Wen Ning owns the hour hotel and Wen Qing owns the small café next door. Smart move. The hotel guests have fun in the hotel and then go to the café for refreshments. Otherwise, both seem to be rather low-key.

At least, I couldn't find any indication that the two are involved with their stepfather's business or their stepbrothers. Their financial records are absolutely in order and there are no irregularities whatsoever.

I also checked Zhan again. I would describe his profession as a kind of, middleman. He makes contacts between companies, he practically negotiates for the company management, with other company managers. His tax records are all spotless and his accounts, at least the ones I found, show no irregularities. Which doesn't mean, however, that I could figure out how Zhan could afford this mansion and even employees.

However, the same counts for Wen Rouhan, Wen Xu and Wen Chao. Their financial records don't show anything that would be noticeable. Well, if it were otherwise, they would probably have been behind bars a long time ago.

When the week was over and we showed up for work again, Seungyoun and I were completely surprised when we walked into the entryway. There was no smell! And, the entrance area is suddenly under surveillance. Someone is sitting at the reception desk and another police officer is sitting at the security door keeping watch.

I asked in amazement, "What's going on here? It doesn't even smell here anymore."

Then the police officer at the reception desk said, "Yes, last week workmen suddenly came and fixed the visitors' toilets." I was completely speechless.

And then it continued in the office. I suddenly got a real desk with a chair that was even good for my back! The captain came up to me and said, "Apparently you have some very nice friends. Last week two of them came and set up the desk here for you."

"I had no idea." I said, seeing Seungyoun's stare.

The captain said nothing more about it and instead introduced us to our new team leader. Seungyoun's and my jaws dropped. Because this is the drill instructor Special Agent Ran we had during our agent training. This hard bastard who tortured us for so long and yelled at us every day is now our new team leader?

"Hi. I'm Chief Commissioner Ran and now I' m the team leader of Team 3. I'll say it right now, I don't tolerate any back talk! If you don't do your job right, you're out! The first and last word when you address me is sir! Do you understand?" Ran asked.

Seungyoun and I immediately stood candle-straight and shouted loudly, "Sir, yes sir."

"That's right." He praised us. A cold shiver ran down my spine. The other team members, except Al who is still not operational again, stared at Seungyoun and me in horror.

"Team meeting at zero eight hundred in the conference room. Did you all get that?" Shouted drill instructor, I mean Chief Commissioner Ran.

"Sir, yes sir." Shouted Seungyoun and I. The others just stared at us again.

Ran was furious that the others in the team didn't answer as requested, so he yelled louder again, "Do you assholes understand? I want to hear a clear yes from you! You are not here in the petting zoo or with mother at home. So answer me kindly."

"Sir, yes sir!" Everyone yelled at the same time. Team 1 and 2 laughed at us. But then Ran went over to them and busted them up.

"Who gave you monkeys permission to laugh at my team? Are you guys really going to mess with me? Are you assholes just plain stupid? Have you forgotten that your asshole colleagues took bribes and are now in jail? Can you really laugh at that? I think my team should stand in front of you and laugh at you. Because nobody from my team was arrested for bribery! So? How about it? Anyone else want to laugh? If so, go ahead. But, can you take the echo? Because if any of you laugh, I'm going to punch you in the face." Ran shouted.

The other teams suddenly fell silent and sat down. Seungyoun and I looked at him with frozen expressions and gulped as he yelled at the others from our team, "And why are you smiling? Do you think I'm your daddy and that's why I stood by you? Why haven't you figured out which of your colleagues are corrupt? Think about it."

Promptly at 08:00 am we were all in the conference room where Ran assigned us our work for the day. Since Al is still in the hospital, he decided to send Seungyoun and me out on patrol together. I know he knows who we are and I'm assuming my dad is behind this, that we're stuck with Ran again now after we were happy to "never" have to see him again back then. But Ran doesn't let on that he knows us.

Instead Ran treats us like everyone else. Sure, that's how it should be. But with him now as my new supervisor team leader, I feel like I'm in my training again. He doesn't forgive mistakes and admittedly, I was really afraid of him. Back then he had been a mean bastard, dragging us out of bed at night, making us train for hours in the rain.

And when we were completely exhausted, he asked us why we were tired. He would then make us run another 5 miles before we were allowed to rest. I hated him so much. How could I have forgotten him? I thought Chief Commissioner Miles was bad.But I forgot about drill instructor Ran!

Seungyoun and I then spent the whole day on patrol. Here an accident, there a theft, assault, there was enough to do. Then when we got back to the office, we wrote our reports and waited until Ran read them and he allowed us to go home.

Then when we got home we called my father and he immediately said, "I'm not discussing instructor Ran. Deal with it. I have work to do. See you soon." And just hung up.

And much to our dismay, it really couldn't get any worse now, drill instructor Ran came to our dorm. He is now our new roommate! And to make sure that all four beds are filled, Wooseok now lives with us as well and is supposed to take care of the data analysis for us on the spot. I am in hell!

That same evening, Zhan had tried to call me again. Because of Seungyoun, I could not answer. Zhan had tried several times in the last week. Only that evening he then wrote me a message after not reaching me. He wrote, "Remember our deal! The first business dinner is coming up soon! If you want to cancel, just tell me but don't ignore my calls."

I showed Seungyoun the message and he said, "Tell him the deal is off!"

"Are you stupid? If I do that, I won't get the information I want from him. On top of that, my father has agreed to it! I'm definitely not canceling." I said angrily.

Drill instructor Ran came rushing into the room to ask us what we maggots were arguing about. I explained and he said, "If your father gave his okay and you've already accepted the deal, you have to go through with it. And it would be better for our goals if you get along with him. Without him, we wouldn't be a step further."

Seungyoun puffed angrily and replied, "But Yibo and Xiao Zhan had sex, and he could use Yibo as a tool."

"I don't care if they had sex. If Special Agent Wang enjoys it, go ahead. It kind of serves the cause, after all. So don't get involved in that!"

"Sir, yes sir." Replied Seungyoun, handing me back my cell phone.

I called Zhan and said, "The deal still stands. Things went haywire here and because I was working at the Agency last week, I couldn't contact you."

"Okay. Good to know. Then I'll be in touch soon and let you know the appointment." Said Zhan.

"Yeah Okay. Um, why did you want to reach me anyway?"

"It doesn't matter now. I'll contact you again." Said Zhan. He sounded really cool again and of course now I was wondering even more why Zhan had called me so many times.

I can't help but feel that it was about something very important. But, Zhan won't tell me if I ask him about it again. I'm sure of it. And as cool as he sounded on the phone and also as underneath angry, it must have been something very important.