The investigator, Andrew, came to Dai Li's training center once again. This time, however, his task was no longer to obtain the urine samples of athletes, but to investigate whether coaches here provided drugs to their athletes.
This time, he didn't pretend to be a plumber, but a client of the training center. After paying a great deal of training fees, he succeed in entering Dai Li's training center and beginning his training. Of course, he didn't use his real name, he gave himself a fake name: Jack Delmar.
After several days of investigation, Andrew didn't find anything unusual. All the training in Dai Li's training center was carried out on a regular basis. The coaches showed no signs of using illegal drugs. In a word, Andrew found nothing.
There was no progress in Andrew's investigation, so the client who commissioned Andrew began to urge him. Andrew knew that his previous measures hadn't worked, so he decided to take the initiative.
Chris Payton had become Dai Li's most useful assistant, as well as the core member of this training center. He even took responsibility for most of the high-end clients of this training center.
On that day, when Payton sent off his last client and was about to go to the locker room to change, he was suddenly stopped by a voice.
"Coach Payton! Just a moment, please."
Payton looked back immediately and recognized the man who called him. The man, Jack Delmar, was a new client at the training center. From the application materials, Payton knew that Delmar was a lawyer. Since he had a high salary, Payton had to get along with him.
For the sake of money, Payton stepped toward Delmar with a bright smile on his face and asked, "Mr. Delmar, what can I do for you?"
"Yes, I'd like to talk about my recent training with you." Andrew nodded.
"Well, let's go to the lounge," Payton said at once.
In the lounge, Payton made Andrew a cup of coffee personally, and asked, "Mr. Delmar, do you have any questions about the recent training, or any other requirements?"
Andrew nodded. "All of your coaches here are very professional, and I can feel that the training is pretty effective, but I think it's too slow."
"Too slow? You mean the training rhythm or the training time?" asked Payton.
"I mean the training effect. I want my abilities improved. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that the training here is not good enough, I just want to have more results and faster progress," said Andrew.
"Mr. Delmar, physical training must be carried out on a regular basis. No training can be effective immediately, so if you want to get better results, you must persist for a long time," Payton explained.
"Coach Payton, I know what you said, I just want to know if there is a shortcut?" asked Andrew.
"There is no shortcut for physical training," Payton answered without hesitation.
"That's not necessarily true. I've heard that many athletes use some auxiliary methods to improve their performance." Andrew paused, lowered his voice and then said, "For example, drugs."
"I'm sorry, but we don't have those here." Payton shook his head.
"Mr. Payton, I just want better training results. If you can provide some effective drugs to me, I will certainly pay extra," Andrew continued.
"Mr. Delmar, we really don't have these drugs. As a coach, I don't want our athletes to use drugs. Doping has side effects, which can damage our health, and I don't want our clients to be harmed," Payton said seriously.
Andrew went on to ask, whine, and cajole. He almost put his credit card in Payton's face. But Payton insisted that the training center would never provide drugs to its clients.
Payton saw Andrew off at the door of the training center personally.
"Mr. Payton, are you free tonight? How about going for a drink with me?" Andrew still didn't give up. He wanted to find any connection that existed between the training center and doing, and he thought that a dining table might be a better opportunity.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Delmar, I still have work to do today. My boss has given me a lot of tasks recently, and I'm afraid I have to work late tonight," Payton said helplessly.
"That's a pity, let's go for a drink another time," Andrew said bye to Payton and turned away.
Just then, a black man walked into the door of the training center, and he met Andrew.
The man looked at Andrew with an expression of surprise, and Andrew immediately recognized the man. He was Shawn Ford, and Andrew had once been commissioned by others to obtain Ford's urine sample.
Oh no, will I be recognized? It's been a long time since I saw him last time, maybe Shawn has forgotten me. Well, no one is likely to remember the appearance of a plumber!
When Andrew thought of this, he pretended to be calm and stepped out of the door.
If Andrew was an ordinary plumber, Shawn Ford might not remember him. But Alexander had reminded him that Andrew was gay, which made Andrew very memorable to Shawn. So, when Ford saw him, he was a little bit nervous, and he recognized Andrew immediately.
No sooner had Andrew left than Ford walked over to Payton.
"Chris, who was that man?" asked Ford.
"New client," Payton said vaguely. He would not give away the information of his clients to anyone, including Shawn Ford, who he knew well.
"He's a client?" Ford was quite surprised, and he continued to ask, "Is there some sort of discount at the training center? Or a membership lottery?
"No, we never do that." Payton was a little bit confused. "Why do you ask?"
"I wondered how a plumber can afford such expensive training fees. Did he win the lottery?" Ford said.
"What did you say? He's not a plumber, he's a lawyer," answered Payton.
"A lawyer? Impossible, he's a plumber. When I was training in the athletic field, he came to repair the pipe for us when the pipe in the toilet was broken." Ford added, "I'm not kidding you. Justin saw him too, and he can confirm what I'm saying."
Ford's confidence made Payton feel that he wasn't lying, so he asked tentatively, "Could you have mistaken him?"
"Nope. He made an impression, because he was gay and he kept staring at my penis when I was urinating." Ford pointed at his lower body and added, "Justin told me that he had the same experience, and he kept looking at Justin while he was urinating. What normal person would do that?"
Payton looked very serious and said warily, "I don't know whether he is gay or not, but Jack Delmar's occupation is listed as "lawyer" in his application checklist. If he was a lawyer, why would he want to be plumber? But if he was a plumber, he could never afford such expensive training fees. So he must have secrets!"
"I don't know if he's a lawyer, but if he can afford such expensive training fees, he can't be a plumber!" said Ford.
"But why did he pretend to be a plumber?" Payton asked dubiously.
"It is obvious that he has some secrets!" Ford said seriously.
Payton glared at Ford with disdain, then suddenly thought of something.
"You said that he was gay, but maybe he's a psychopath, pretending to be a plumber to find targets in the male toilet? Once he found someone suitable, he would take action right now!" said Payton.
"Do not scare me! If what you say is true, then he has found the right target; a member of our training center! So he chose to come here to receive training! Oh my God, could it be me?" Payton unconsciously covered his *ss.
"Don't be scared. If he kept staring at your penis, it means he should be the passive one. Otherwise he would stare at your ass," said Payton.
"D*mn it, I'm not a gay! I have to keep away from him." Ford was so scared that cold sweat began to gather on his forehead.
Payton nodded sympathetically. "I have to keep away from him, too. He just now asked me to go to the bar with him tonight. I'm afraid that he wants to do something to me! Thank goodness I didn't promise him. By the way, I have to remind other coaches to be careful about him. His behavior of pretending to be a plumber showed he's not only gay, but also a psychopath."