A bar in San Diego.
The NBA is playing.
The Christmas showdown is not far away.
Many fans have been eagerly waiting.
San Diego doesn't have its own team, but Los Angeles does.
Most of them are fans of the top player, wearing his jerseys.
Zhou Mo Sen came here, but not to watch the game.
"Dr. Zhou, I'm really sorry to bother you again."
"Captain Hank, no need for that. We civilians and police should work well together."
"Haha, Dr. Zhou, you sure know how to talk."
"No need to be so formal."
"That's right, order whatever you want to drink, my treat today."
"Thanks, but Captain Hank, if there's something you want to discuss, just say it."
Zhou Mo Sen knew he'd have a chat with Captain Hank.
Even though at that time he was sure that something inside Captain Hank had collapsed.
But this person hadn't truly given up yet,
Captain Hank also stopped beating around the bush.
"Dr. Zhou, I deeply admire your medical skills and intelligence.
