The City Hunter (Complete) - 35

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Chapter 229 An Unconventional Covert Battle

"You brat! You're really asking for it! Say whatever you want, and I'll finally get my revenge!"
Zhang Ziwen was furious, his expression twisted. This brat had always looked down on him like this, damn it!

"You... let me go... you bastard!" Wu Min looked at Zhang Ziwen, whose eyes were red, and struggled violently again
. She was still unwilling to bow down and admit defeat in front of him.

"That brat's got real strength," Zhang Ziwen said, pressing his legs together and his body tightly against hers, controlling her twisting and
struggling waist. His hands involuntarily exerted hidden force, slowing Wu Min's pulse.
She felt a tingling, numb, and painful sensation. Wu Min felt the pain in her wrists, but she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain without uttering a sound. He was actually using
such force against her. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional pain; Wu Min's heart was bleeding. She had
learned this professional technique at the police academy, and she knew very well that prolonged restriction of arterial blood flow could cause immense
harm . Zhang Ziwen's ruthlessness chilled her to the bone.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Scream, scream it out," Zhang Ziwen's voice was mocking. He wanted to make this
arrogant brat bow down and beg for mercy.

Wu Min's struggling body suddenly stopped. She was facing a killing machine; struggling would only bring her more
pain. The hidden force in his hands was increasing. Was he trying to cripple her? A wave of sorrow washed over her.
The anger in her beautiful eyes shifted, becoming hollow, a chill settling in. She stared coldly at him,
the pain in her wrist pounding against her heart. She had given up; she awaited Zhang Ziwen's final, ruthless strike with despair. She

stopped moving? What was wrong with her? Had she really given up? Zhang Ziwen met her icy gaze
, a gaze devoid of any emotion that chilled him to the bone. It was the look he least wanted to see
—hatred, disgust, stubbornness—anything was better than this empty, wooden gaze. Zhang Ziwen realized the gravity of the situation.
Deep within Wu Min's eyes lay endless sorrow.

"...Say sorry to me, and I'll let you go." Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, seeking a way out. This
lesson seemed impossible to continue. The dark grip on her neck began to dissipate. He knew his limits; he only wanted to inflict pain,
not truly cripple her.

"Let me go!" Wu Min's voice was icy.

“…Apologize for ignoring me just now, or I won’t let you go.” Zhang Ziwen was
starting to lose .

“You’re dreaming!” Wu Min’s eyes lit up with a hint of anger, a stubbornness mixed with contempt.

Her gaze was piercing. Zhang Ziwen’s anger flared up again. He hated her contemptuous gaze the most. He would
always remember the look in her eyes when she first scrutinized him. Disdain, contempt, and that was the limit of his tolerance. Now
, seeing that look so close, he felt his emotions spiraling out of control.

“You brat! You want to go against me to the end, huh? Do you really think I’m that despicable?”
Zhang Ziwen’s voice was deep, his throat dry. He could be looked down upon by anyone. But not by Wu Min beneath him. He couldn’t
accept it.

“Don’t think too highly of yourself. Despicable? You’re nothing in my eyes.” Wu Min’s contempt deepened
, becoming vulgar and brutal. Her heart had turned cold. From the moment he began to escalate his anger, the initial sorrow had turned into
despair .

Good heavens, this was the first time Zhang Ziwen had faced such a complex issue in his life. He considered himself quite carefree and unrestrained.
Why couldn't he let go of his pride towards the woman before him? Why couldn't he control his emotions? He
was about to... Wu Min's disdainful gaze was like a steel needle piercing his heart, and his breath seemed to
freeze at that moment. Wu Min's provocative words made Zhang Ziwen's initial desire to let her go burn, and his anger surged uncontrollably.

"You're playing the high and mighty card in front of me, huh... hehe..." Zhang Ziwen laughed angrily, his mind racing:
"...Is this your answer to me, Zhang Ziwen? Is that it?"

"Playing the high and mighty card in front of you? Humph! You? You're not worthy!" Wu Min's soft lips curled slightly. She
saw ; she could feel his frenzied anger, a sense of satisfaction, of driving this ignorant fool to his wits' end.

His patience had been tested, exceeding Zhang Ziwen's limit. Enraged, Zhang Ziwen began
to speak recklessly .

"I'm not worthy? You self-important stinking girl, no wonder no one wants you yet, hehe... With your looks
... old maid..."

"Shut up, you shameless!" This guy is truly vicious; she stopped him from saying the next insult.

Women always have their moments of losing their composure, and the proud Wu Min was indeed losing her composure now. She made the most vulgar gesture,
lightly spitting out her saliva, white droplets flying, perfume spraying out. Controlled, she could only
express ; she absolutely could not tolerate such insults.

Luckily, as Wu Min moved her mouth, Zhang Ziwen, reacting quickly, jerked his head to the side, barely dodging
the attack of the white spray. But even so, a few drops still landed on his cheek. Daring to spit on her?
Enraged was about to unleash his hidden power again to punish this brat who resorted to words when he couldn't even lift a finger. Just then, Wu Min's
lips moved. She wouldn't give up after missing her first strike; this was bad. She was coming again. Without thinking, Zhang Ziwen suddenly
buried his face in her mouth. A suppressed moan escaped Wu Min's throat as his lips sealed
hers tightly. To deal with an enemy, one must use the most effective method. This highly trained elite used his superior first
reaction to avoid the enemy's attack. In his mind, there was no right or wrong method; he only knew that he had successfully
stopped the enemy's attack. This method was indeed effective. The sound Wu Min made below proved that the unseemly liquid
had been forced back down.

What was he doing? Wu Min's vision went black; she was stunned. Her slightly parted mouth froze for
a blank. She only felt something soft and wet on her lips, pressed hard. She was
terrified by his frightening action. At that moment, she had no consciousness. The angry argument between the two, filled with resentment,
suddenly stopped. Time seemed to stand still for that instant, the air around the sofa seemed to freeze, a
strange and indescribable silence.

Time passed, and Wu Min regained consciousness, feeling the heat of his breath on her face. An indescribable feeling
spread throughout her body, shaking her soul. Her lips, never before touched by any man, were now sealed by this guy.
Her first kiss, which she had so desperately wanted to give to the person she would love most in the future, was gone just like that? Tears welled up in Wu Min's beautiful eyes. She
had fantasized, fantasized about her first kiss, fantasized about countless romantic scenes, but all of that
was now just a dream. Damn Zhang Ziwen, her first kiss had been taken by the guy she had always hated. She didn't want to accept it.
She couldn't believe it was real; she couldn't believe her lips had been invaded in such a state of extreme anger and embarrassment. But it
seemed too late. She felt it clearly; his lips were hot, the heat of his breath making her panic. This
damned guy was still invading her lips. She didn't know what to do, and she dared not move…

It smelled so good, so sweet. So soft. This feeling was truly comfortable and effectively soothed the violent
anger within her. After a brief first reaction, Zhang Ziwen's second reaction followed immediately. Her increasingly rapid breaths smelled sweet.
Having tasted the soft lips of many beautiful women, he had tasted the sweetness. He loved this intoxicating feeling. At the same time, he
realized he had done something extremely absurd. His attempt to stop her had turned into ambiguity. He didn't know how to explain his motives
for wanting to stop her. He could only blame himself for being too quick and too direct. Now things were out of control.
What to do? Zhang Ziwen's heart was pounding. Things had gotten out of hand.

Zhang Ziwen slightly opened his eyes. At such close range, he saw that Wu Min's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her delicate brows
slightly furrowed, and glistening tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her exquisite face was flushed, and he could feel her trembling
body . Her reaction seemed aggrieved, angry. Was she really aggrieved? Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of resentment. This
girl had always disliked him; that was probably it. A rebellious spirit arose within Zhang Ziwen at this conclusion.
Since things were beyond repair, he would continue.

No…no! Wu Min cried out inwardly in panic. That bastard's lips were moving, gently closing her own
. This was too much! Wu Min could feel the hostile intrusion. Fear gripped her heart. He was greedily taking from her; she
could feel his rapid breathing and the nimble, slippery touch. The pressure was increasing, and Wu Min felt her breathing
becoming difficult. Her lips were pressed against his, leaving no gap between them. She felt a strong push against her teeth.
No, she couldn't let this guy succeed, Wu Min thought stubbornly. Her heart was in turmoil. She wanted to struggle, but she
felt utterly powerless. The person pressing down on her was annoying, yet the feeling was strangely indescribable. At this moment,
the only resistance in her mind was to clench her teeth...

What a failure! Zhang Ziwen was unconvinced. He refused to believe he couldn't catch her. He tried harder, relentlessly
attacking her pearly white teeth again and again. His face swayed from side to side. He became feverish. He wanted to conquer this brat
who looked down . Their lips rubbed together intensely, the fragrant sensation growing stronger. Her breathing became more
rapid. She seemed unable to withstand the direct and powerful invasion. This brat was about to surrender. Zhang Ziwen felt victory
was in sight.

Unable to bear it, the panic in her heart and his relentless invasion made Wu Min's chest feel like it was about to explode. She
couldn't breathe, and her tightly clenched teeth gradually loosened. That slippery teasing was tempting her to open her last line of defense. She needed to breathe;
she finally couldn't stand the suffocating feeling anymore, and a cloying moan escaped her throat. She couldn't hold back. The moment she opened
her defenses , that slippery, nimble thing slipped in. No… Wu Min exhaled a fragrant breath, but
was met with the most direct stimulation. Her little tongue had nowhere to hide. That slippery thing that terrified her began to move skillfully
, accurately and quickly wrapping around her little tongue. She didn't even have a chance to resist before she was completely
enveloped. It's over, Wu Min thought to herself, the end of the world.

The intoxicating sensation was unlike anything Zhang Ziwen had ever experienced. He
completely ; her struggles were futile. She could only submit to his ministrations. This girl truly had no experience. Her slippery
tongue yielded to his every whim. Zhang Ziwen breathed heavily, his movements bold and unrestrained, entwining, teasing, and
stimulating her. He wanted to elicit a response; only then could he truly conquer her. At this moment, that tender, slippery tongue
seemed to have a will to resist, a strange sensation.

"Damn it!" Wu Min was aroused by the violating slippery tongue. She realized her weakness. "Why?
Why should I let this guy bully me? Can't I do it myself?" No, she couldn't submit!

The resistance was fierce; Wu Min's delicate tongue responded retaliatoryly, as if her frail body had gained boundless
strength. Her response was intense; her smooth, fragrant tongue coiled around hers, one advancing, the other retreating,
the two tongues refusing to yield, engaging in a seemingly erotic tongue battle, the outcome unclear. The two smooth tongues were
now tightly intertwined…

a stimulating, passionate kiss, an intoxicating entanglement. The man and woman on the sofa seemed completely absorbed in this silent battle of lips,
their heads swaying from side to side. Wu Min's previously controlled hands had somehow loosened, and she had her own…
Her hands, now emboldened, clung tightly to his neck, while her long, beautiful
legs had somehow wrapped around his waist. She had become an octopus, clinging tightly to her prey. The iceberg
had melted, replaced by a raging volcano…

Time ticked by, the intense, sensual battle raging on, and time itself seemed
to fly by with the frenzied struggle. Thirty minutes of passion gradually calmed the couple,
the intensity transforming into gentle tenderness, a warmth mingling between their lips and tongues. After a gentle truce, they lightly caressed each other a few times before finally
separating, their faces reluctant to part. Perhaps the couple was exhausted, too tired to even separate
their faces . The entangled struggle on the sofa finally ceased, only their heavy
breathing could be heard…

As the breathing gradually calmed, Wu Min's face moved slightly, gently brushing against his cheek. She opened
her beautiful eyes , and their gazes met for a fleeting moment. Both their eyes held complex emotions—a hint of resentment, a touch of defiance, and
a stubbornness—but none of this could conceal the reconciliation that followed. A hint of a smile, and beneath that smile, a
tenderness , causing the faces of the two star-crossed lovers to flush red, their eyes filled with shyness
…

The hall was quiet, the atmosphere awkward yet ambiguous. Zhang Ziwen was still pressed against Wu Min's soft, delicate body, and
Wu Min seemed to have forgotten to lower her arms from his neck. However, the resentment between the two seemed to have
vanished …

Chapter 230: Obvious Effect “…You…get up.” A soft, feminine

voice filled Zhang Ziwen's ears, breaking the silence . “…I’m sorry.” Realizing his weight, Zhang Ziwen awkwardly got up, reluctantly leaving her alluring body. Her high breasts rose and fell slightly, her casual loungewear wrinkled . “…Pull me up.” Wu Min's beautiful eyes were alluring as she extended her slender, white hand…

A purplish-red bandage caught Zhang Ziwen's eye.

A pang of regret and heartache flickered in Zhang Ziwen's eyes; this was the mark he had left on her. He reached out and
gently took her soft, warm hand in his, while his other hand lightly embraced her supple waist, gently supporting her delicate body against
the sofa…

Passion is unforgettable; the fervent embrace had left a blush on the faces of the two, which had not yet faded.
The two, now seated, found themselves speechless, unable to break the temporary silence. Their hearts
pounded wildly. What was happening? This seemingly confrontational yet intimate act between opposite sexes had occurred;
neither of them seemed quite sure what was going on. It was all by chance. Before their intimate contact, they both
wanted to tear each other apart, completely openly defiant. But after that fierce verbal exchange,
they strangely found themselves not averse to this intimacy, an intimacy that still
stirred their hearts…

Their first kiss was gone, yet Wu Min felt no regret. Even her previously icy heart seemed to have
melted away by his forceful kiss. A strange sweetness stirred within her, a sweetness she had longed for.
She couldn't explain why she felt this way; she should hate him. But she felt
no hatred whatsoever. On the contrary, she was incredibly feminine. Her beautiful face was flushed, almost radiant,
and her icy eyes had softened, becoming tender and alluring. A captivating woman, Wu Min was as alluring as could be
.

Was this still Wu Min? Was she not going to take revenge? Zhang Ziwen, secretly watching her, was secretly delighted, even though she didn't
look directly at him. But he couldn't sense any hostility from her; she seemed completely unperturbed. While secretly pleased,
Zhang Ziwen a pang of unease. The calm before the storm is always present, and he dared not let his guard down. Who
knew when this girl would erupt? He couldn't fathom Wu Min; her change was too abnormal, and she seemed
somewhat incredulous. However, he was certain of one thing: at least for now, she wouldn't continue her struggle with him…
Intimate

contact between a man and a woman always leaves a slight unease, and for Zhang Ziwen and Wu Min, these
two sworn enemies, the unease was even stronger. For the entire afternoon, they
deliberately avoided each other. They both retreated to their rooms, unwilling to face each other, especially Wu Min.
Lying in her room, recalling her unusually passionate kiss, she felt unbearably ashamed
. In her room, no one could see her embarrassed state, but she still couldn't help burying her face
in the thin silk blanket. How could she have become like this? How could she have let her tongue entwine and lick him? How
embarrassing! How could she face that jerk after this? Wu Min blushed just thinking about it. Awkward…

This awkward couple still had to spend some time together. No matter how awkward or embarrassed they were, they had to solve
their daily problems. Wu Min hadn't forgotten her duty; she still had to serve Zhang Ziwen dinner. It was just
that she was more willing to go into the kitchen tonight than usual. Wearing an apron, Wu Min seemed to have a bit of a housewife's
air about her , though Zhang Ziwen couldn't see it at the moment…

Dinner seemed even more lavish than usual, a friendly sign. Zhang Ziwen's guard gradually relaxed,
and he thoroughly enjoyed the dinner. He had a feeling that coming to Hong Kong was really the right decision. Perhaps
after this incident, he could truly reconcile with this girl. Could a passionate kiss really have such a good effect? Zhang
Ziwen secretly longed for another time; the ecstasy was always unforgettable. He had spent the entire afternoon locked in his room
, savoring the passionate encounters with her. Beneath her aloof exterior lay a fervent heart. Wu Min's
gentle passion was deeply etched in his mind. He harbored the idea of gradually unveiling her proud facade,
because he desperately wanted to know what else was hidden beneath it.

With tea and cigarettes, Zhang Ziwen, refreshed by a sumptuous dinner, lazily reclined on the sofa. Smoke swirled around him,
his eyes slightly closed, as if resting. He seemed completely relaxed.

"Hey..." a soft, slightly shy voice called out.

Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes, a glint of light in them. It was Wu Min. She stood in the center of the living room,
watching him open his eyes. She gracefully approached him; even before she reached him, her intoxicating fragrance wafted into his
nostrils. Zhang Ziwen instinctively sniffed. A beautifully dressed woman—his heart pounded uncontrollably.

The stunningly beautiful woman approached him, draped in a moon-white evening gown. The exquisite tailoring
perfectly accentuated her slender figure, highlighting her high, firm breasts, her slender waist, and the long, shapely legs revealed by
the slit in her stockings. Her beautiful leg lines extended gracefully to her insteps, and a pair of white high heels
accentuated her tall stature. A luxurious white fox fur scarf adorned her alabaster neck, making her exquisite
face even more delicate against the white backdrop. But what truly made Zhang Ziwen's heart flutter were her captivating
eyes. Her gaze was lively, alluring, and unforgettable, inspiring countless fantasies. A peerless beauty, Wu Min's breathtaking appearance left
Zhang Ziwen 's throat dry. He couldn't help but be moved by this nemesis.

"...Is it pretty?" Wu Min giggled, her body swaying gracefully from side to side. Being admired was a
good thing , and she saw the appreciation in Zhang Ziwen's shining eyes. This time, she didn't mentally call him a lecher.

What could Zhang Ziwen say? He was a little stunned. He couldn't describe Wu Min's beauty; he could only mentally
say that it was more than just pretty—she was like a fairy descended from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful. But he dared not say it aloud. He was afraid of
causing her misunderstanding.

"You're so annoying...say something! Why are you staring at this mortal world like that?" Wu Min blushed and playfully
scolded him, still secretly refraining from calling him a lecher.

"Pretty." Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard.

"Really?" Wu Min's charming eyes seemed to overflow with tears; she loved hearing that.

"Really." Zhang Ziwen was a little breathless.

"Hehe...will this outfit catch the fish?" A hint of playfulness appeared in Wu Min's sweet smile.

"Yes, absolutely!" Zhang Ziwen now had no doubt about Wu Min's irresistible charm.

"That's good. You can wait for good news at home. Maybe I can get information about the hostages from her tonight."
Wu Min smiled sweetly. This guy's answer had never made her feel so comfortable before. Now he knows how to appreciate my beauty,
right? Wu Min felt sweet inside. A hint of smugness flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Another intoxicating fragrance wafted through the air. Wu Min's delicate body shifted slightly as she gracefully leaned back on the sofa, her silk
-stockinged legs, crossed, exposed to Zhang Ziwen's gaze. They were alluring, legs that tempted one to commit a crime. Zhang Ziwen
felt an uncontrollable desire; for the first time, he felt a strong urge to sit next to her.
It would be even better if his hands could rest on her silk-stockinged legs.

This desire lasted only a few seconds. Then, there was a knock at the living room door.
Upon receiving permission, a bodyguard in a black suit stepped forward. Compared to Wu Min's beauty, this bodyguard was clearly
much more composed than Zhang Ziwen. His eyes didn't linger on Wu Min's perfect body; he displayed remarkable professionalism.

"Mr. Zhang, there's a Miss Li Sisi outside looking for Miss Wu." The bodyguard stood ramrod straight,
his eyes fixed straight ahead .

"Understood. Tell her Miss Wu will be out soon." Zhang Ziwen glanced at his watch; 9 PM. The
girl was punctual.

She came and went like the wind, watching the bodyguard rush out to report. Wu Min gracefully rose, looking at Zhang Ziwen as her soft lips parted slightly:
"...I...I'm going now." Her voice was unusually gentle.

"Take care...be careful." Zhang Ziwen lazily leaned back on the sofa without getting up, but his eyes showed
genuine concern.

Wu Min nodded gently, throwing him a charming smile that could kill: "Don't worry, I'll be
careful." She felt a touch of emotion. Because she could feel his sincere concern.

This guy has become adorable tonight; could kissing between a man and a woman really change him? Wu Min's
thoughts surprisingly aligned with Zhang Ziwen's earlier intentions. The effect was too obvious; perhaps it could be done again…

The elegantly dressed beauty had already disappeared through the doorway, leaving only her intoxicating fragrance lingering around the sofa.
The living room became quiet and deserted. Zhang Ziwen lazily leaned back on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, smoke rings one after
another. Outside the villa, the sound of a car engine could be heard, quickly fading into the distance until silence.
The last smoke ring escaped Zhang Ziwen's lips, and he tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. Suddenly, the lazy Zhang Ziwen revealed a
sharp glint in his eyes. He sprang up nimbly from the sofa, his movements agile. Soon, his figure disappeared at
the top of the stairs…

A black, tight-fitting waterproof suit, combat trousers with numerous pockets, and combat boots with a dagger concealed inside
—this was… Zhang Ziwen's old special forces uniform, which he bought with
his own money as a hobby collection, has unexpectedly come in handy. Looking at himself in the mirror wearing the night combat uniform,
he felt that this uniform looked much better than his usual suit. A smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips. This
feeling pleased him; it was a familiar feeling, a feeling that made him feel as if he were still a Marine Corps soldier
...

A white Hyundai sedan sped along the mountain road. This car was prepared for him in advance by Zhu Jiang.
The model was very ordinary, the only difference being that the steering wheel was on the right. Being proficient in driving different car models and driving under different
traffic rules were essential skills for someone who frequently carried out missions overseas. For
Zhang Ziwen, who was familiar with Hong Kong traffic rules, this was a piece of cake.

As the car reached the foot of the mountain, a FIFA stadium appeared ahead. The headlights cast a blinding red and blue glow in the night.
Three police cars were parked along the roadside, and several Hong Kong police officers in fluorescent vests stood in the middle of the road holding signs.
Seeing Zhang Ziwen's car approach, one officer raised a sign, signaling him to stop for inspection.

Zhang Ziwen slowly brought the car to a stop, rolled down the window, and asked, "Officer, what's the matter?"

"Excuse me, sir, this is a police checkpoint. Please get out of the car." The officer who stopped the car was very polite, giving
Zhang Ziwen a brief look.

A police checkpoint? Could it be such a coincidence? Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat; he sensed something was wrong. The Mid-Levels were a place where
people of status lived; it was unreasonable for the police to set up a roadblock here. Reacting quickly, he remained calm, flicked the lock, and
the car door opened gently.

"Sir, please show me your driver's license." Seeing his cooperation, the officer proceeded with the normal inspection procedure
.

Zhang Ziwen took out his driver's license from his black jacket and handed it to the officer. Being a wealthy man, he had no problem obtaining a driver's license
from any country.

After receiving the driver's license, the policeman shone his flashlight on Zhang Ziwen's face,
seemingly comparing the photo to his own. The bright beam was blinding, and Zhang Ziwen squinted, his peripheral
vision catching several other officers approaching swiftly and furtively.

"All done?" Zhang Ziwen stood casually, but his muscles were taut with anticipation.
The men before him were real police, but their motives were suspicious.

"There's a problem. You don't seem to be from Hong Kong." The policeman's flashlight never left Zhang Ziwen's face. The
other officers were now less than six meters away, their formation spreading out—a classic trap.

"My not being from Hong Kong has nothing to do with my driver's license, does it?" It seemed his guess was correct; these officers had indeed come with
a purpose . Zhang Ziwen sneered inwardly. Li Sisi, this woman's influence was considerable; she could even
manipulate the police.

"I'm sorry, but I suspect your driver's license is forged. Please come with me to the police station." The policeman's
tone remained polite, but his flashlight never left Zhang Ziwen's eyes.

“Okay, you lead the way, I’ll drive with you.” Zhang Ziwen said, taking a step back and
opening his car door.

"No, please get in our car..."

Before the policeman could finish speaking, a muffled groan escaped his lips, and his entire body was sent flying backward...

Chapter 231 All-Out Mobilization

No one saw how Zhang Ziwen kicked; his movements were incredibly fast. As the other policemen rushed forward with shouts
, the Hyundai's tires screeched as it shot off like an arrow. Several shouts rang out as
the attacking policemen scrambled to avoid the attack. At the same time, a few meters away, a "thud" was heard as
the policeman's body crashed heavily to the ground. The Hyundai had already sped more than ten meters away,
the two red dots on its rear end standing out starkly in the night. Opening the door, kicking out, starting the engine, and speeding away—the sudden change
happened too fast. Before any of the policemen could react, the Hyundai had vanished... The Hyundai,

merging into the traffic, wasn't moving fast. Zhang Ziwen pulled a black box with a display screen from his pocket. A
small red dot on the screen was constantly flashing and moving—a satellite tracking device. Wu Min could never have guessed...
Zhang Ziwen's ability to tamper with her high heels and track her movements was thanks to his
nemesis's thorough preparation. While Zhang Ziwen appeared lazy and inattentive, and his cooperation with Wu Min wasn't
particularly smooth, he knew Wu Min's personality: she was headstrong and didn't take Zhang Ziwen, her elite
partner, seriously. She was always trying to prove something to him; she knew he was skilled
, but she refused to be outdone. She wanted to solve the case on her own, and Zhang Ziwen was
merely a pretext to antagonize her police identity.

Zhang Ziwen was well aware of Wu Min's petty nature. He had carefully studied the information she provided in Zhonghai;
the suspect's modus operandi and background indicated he was no ordinary person. Having weathered many storms,
Zhang Ziwen never dared to be careless in his duties. His attitude was impeccable; whether it was cooperation or a pretext
, everything had to be done with utmost respect. Everything had to be perfect. Regardless of his past grievances with Wu Min, since they were
partners , he would do his utmost to ensure her safety—an essential quality of an outstanding elite. Arguments
and bickering wouldn't interfere with his normal investigation procedures. In just over two days in Hong Kong, he had already gathered considerable
information about the suspect's movements. On his first night in Hong Kong, shortly after landing, Zhang Ziwen didn't rest.
While Wu Min was sound asleep, Zhang Ziwen had already discreetly infiltrated Li Sisi's luxurious villa and conducted a thorough search.
He had also tampered with Li Sisi's red Ferrari, knowing exactly where it had been.
Just last night, Zhang Ziwen had acted again, pinpointing a location a suspect had frequented.
Presumably, the hostage's hiding place was one of the places Li Sisi had visited.

While Wu Min was racking her brains trying to extract valuable information from Li Sisi using her charm, Zhang Ziwen had already
clarified the case. This was the difference between a police officer and a special forces elite: one meticulously unraveled the case according to established procedures.
One, however, went straight to the heart of the matter. Tonight was crucial; when the prey revealed its true colors, it would be the moment of its capture
…

Zhang Ziwen did everything without alerting anyone, all without making a sound. Wu
Min, of course, was completely unaware. She was still
angry . Lazybones! She was even angrier while washing his underwear. The secretions on his underwear reminded her of
his disgraceful behavior at the party. She cursed the big pervert countless times in her mind, but while cursing him, she didn't realize
why she was washing his underwear, and even washing it so messily…

The direction the red dot was heading was Ganren Wharf, where a yacht club was located. It seemed the two beauties were planning to
sail out to sea on their private yacht, their destination already decided. However, Zhang Ziwen frowned, a hint of worry in his heart.
While he couldn't be certain if Wu Min's identity had been exposed, the police checkpoint tonight suggested a
rather . It was clear Li Sisi was incredibly shrewd, and her purpose in arranging the police was clear: to stop
the pursuers and expose their identities. Li Sisi had likely already been notified. How would she
deal with Wu Min? Zhang Ziwen regretted not changing his original plan. He could have kept his movements
out of Li Sisi's control, but he hadn't. Changing plans on the fly was a cardinal sin in warfare.

Perhaps exposing Wu Min wasn't such a bad thing after all, Zhang Ziwen consoled himself.
Li Sisi 's smugness might make her even more blatant. Thinking this, Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly. Had he
unintentionally used Wu Min as a pawn? Li Sisi was the prey, Wu Min was the hotel, and he himself was
the hunter who would finally net the net. Unwittingly, Zhang Ziwen had taken control of the Hong Kong trip. This wasn't his original intention.
He just hoped the girl wouldn't cause him trouble afterward. Zhang Ziwen shook his head again and smiled bitterly,
secretly hoping she would cause him trouble, preferably in the passionate way they had that afternoon…

The Hong Kong police weren't pushovers. Zhang Ziwen saw several flashing police lights in his rearview mirror, quickly
closing in on his vehicle. Racing, huh? Zhang Ziwen smiled. He enjoyed the thrill, and he had even prepared
a feast for these Hong Kong police officers.

The traffic flow changed in the night. A Hyundai car that had been hidden in the traffic suddenly appeared, overtaking like
a wild horse at an astonishing speed. The three police cars behind it, with their flashing lights
, became unrestrained at the same moment the Hyundai moved. The four cars, one in front and three behind, quickly weaved through the traffic, swerving left and right. The traffic was in
turmoil . Drivers who were driving normally could only hear the whooshing sound of cars being overtaken. In a flash, several cars had
sped past one after another.

At 140 km/h, before even flooring the accelerator, on an ordinary road with heavy traffic, Zhang Ziwen hadn't
reached that speed, but the thrill of speed was already palpable. He skillfully showcased his driving techniques,
weaving through traffic with incredible speed; traffic lights were irrelevant,
oncoming repeatedly and narrowly avoided whizzing cars,
weaving through gaps in the traffic with a sharp tire screeching sound. Then, the car would reappear, speeding out and then swerving back
in, the white Hyundai's agile trajectory repeating itself endlessly, with lightning-fast precision. Soon, the speedometer was still moving; from
140 km/h to 160 km/h in an instant, three cars were already far behind.

The Hong Kong police reacted swiftly, with more and more police cars arriving, and mounted police deployed. Modern
communication methods exposed Zhang Ziwen's criminal vehicle to patrol officers in various areas. Police cars and motorcycles converged,
red and blue flashing lights illuminated the scene from all directions, all focused on one goal: intercepting the reckless Hyundai.

"Officers near Connaught Road, please assist in intercepting the white suspect vehicle with license plate AC07083."

"Officers near Delang Road, please assist in intercepting the white suspect vehicle with license plate AC07083.
The suspect vehicle has entered your vicinity."

"Officers near Robinson Road, please note that the white suspect vehicle with license plate AC07083 may be extremely
dangerous. Please assist in intercepting it. "

"Patrol officers on Caine Road, please note that the white suspect vehicle with license plate AC07083 is preparing to enter
the Caine Road area. Please assist in intercepting it and be cautious, as the suspect inside is suspected to be extremely dangerous."

In the headquarters traffic control room, a group of senior officers nervously watched the large screen. After receiving the emergency notification,
these senior officers quickly rushed to the command center. They didn't know what had happened, but the screen showed...
The scene was truly spectacular, with numerous car accidents along the way. What's worse, all of these accidents were caused by police pursuits. The screen showed
a chaotic scene of people and vehicles tumbling over, but the white suspect car moved with ease, skillfully weaving through traffic, swerving
swiftly , and driving at breakneck speed—a thrilling and dangerous spectacle—yet it didn't collide with any other vehicles. This was the work of a master
stuntman. It was also a bizarre chase; all they knew was that an unidentified person refused to be checked, and they initially
suspected a mainland criminal, one of the legendary "Hong Kong flag bearers."

The sweet voice of the policewoman continued to spread through modern communication, notifying police in various areas.
Sensing the danger, patrol officers joined the pursuit wherever the suspect vehicle went. Police cars of all sizes converged on Zhang Ziwen's Hyundai
like madmen , flashing lights everywhere, police everywhere. By this time, the suspect
vehicle had already changed several streets in Central and turned onto the famous Queensway Road in Hong Kong. There were no roadblocks, but Zhang Ziwen
had already seen through the Hong Kong police's methods. They wanted to force him into a quiet place, where the final roundup
would take place. Zhang Ziwen smiled. He should be able to choose the route. He had already decided to resolve the final dispute in the same
way . The Hong Kong police were innocent. Li Sisi had used these highly professional
police officers. Sacrificing the police was not Zhang Ziwen's style. In the end, he was prepared to sacrifice himself.

The situation was spiraling out of control. All the police officers on duty in the Central area had been dispatched. In the short time that followed, the
car chase became increasingly spectacular. Hong Kong's highly developed news media also received the news at the same time.
This was a scene rarely seen in Hong Kong. Since the notorious gangster Ye Huan was imprisoned and the tycoon Zhang Ziqiang surrendered
to , Hong Kong's public security had been extremely stable after the handover. No major incidents had occurred for many years. Even the three major triads
seemed to have become unusually docile, all getting involved in business. Large-scale triad conflicts were extremely rare. At this moment,
who could have provoked such a large-scale operation by the Hong Kong police? Major event, major news! Paparazzi joined
the high-speed chase, news agency helicopters appeared overhead, and all television stations instantly began broadcasting
breaking news. Police chase footage appeared on television screens, interspersed with on-site interviews from multiple car accidents.
All of Hong Kong was focused on this moment…

The chase continued intensely. The white suspect's car had turned onto the famous Queen's Road,
followed by a long line of police cars. Aerial footage from helicopters faithfully recorded this thrilling
scene. Hong Kong citizens at home watched this spectacular moment with great interest on television. This
wasn't a Hong Kong police drama; this was a rare glimpse of real life. The large screen in Central Plaza was
packed with people watching the live broadcast of the extreme car chase. Even the bustling city of Hong Kong was bewildered by what had happened. Citizens only
knew that criminals were fleeing, and the police in the cars were relentlessly pursuing them. Meanwhile, the senior officers were sweating profusely.
What had happened? Who was that guy in the white Hyundai? The situation was serious; it seemed
time to deploy the Special Police Unit...

The Hyundai sped along, constantly changing routes, and the police's planned encirclement location was constantly being adjusted.
Suddenly , the Hyundai turned onto a relatively secluded road with few other vehicles. The police, without needing any driving
skills, quickly caught up with the Hyundai. Dozens of police cars and motorcycles followed in a long line, their
flashing lights creating a spectacular sight. Although it wasn't the pre-arranged encirclement location,
the route the criminal vehicle was taking was still a good one. It was a dead end with no side roads connecting to the main road, and the end of the road
was perfect for closing in. The senior officer at headquarters, watching the large screen, was overjoyed. It seemed this fleeing criminal
vehicle had no chance of escape. The suspect's vehicle was too formidable; judging from the skillful driving
, the people inside were extremely dangerous. It was a big fish. Even now, these high-ranking police officers didn't know that the person driving the
suspect vehicle was none other than the infamous Zhang Ziwen…

A sharp screech of brakes rang out as the speeding white Hyundai came to a screeching halt. This was the end of the road,
an abandoned makeshift dock. The dock was dimly lit and deserted, but this long-deserted
place suddenly became incredibly busy. Police cars converged, their lights flashing, the road completely blocked off.
The car doors opened one after another, and the police officers hid behind them, all aiming their pistols at the Hyundai. They had received orders from their superiors that the person
inside the car was an unidentified and extremely dangerous individual. These police officers were on high alert. No one knew
what weapons the person inside carried. They could only be extremely cautious. Their prey was cornered, and there was no need to take any more risks before the Flying Tigers SWAT team arrived at
the scene .

Under the flashing police lights, the white suspect car sat silently, the occupants
motionless , seemingly waiting for the police to apprehend them. There were many police cars and many officers, but the scene was anything
but chaotic. The sounds of approaching police cars and the roar of helicopters circling overhead filled the air
, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. Red and blue police lights continued to converge against the night sky…

Chapter 232: The Night Sea –

Within a kilometer radius, it was practically police territory. The white Hyundai sat there alone.
Zhang Ziwen was surrounded on three sides, with no way forward. It seemed he was doomed tonight.

“ac07083, you are surrounded! You are ordered to get out of the car and surrender immediately! You are ordered to get out of the car and surrender immediately!”
A stern voice boomed from the loudspeaker, a pre-attack surrender order.

ac07083? The number looked familiar. Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and realized it was his license plate number.
As expected , the police didn't know his name. Every place has corrupt police officers; the officers at the checkpoint
had probably been bribed by Li Sisi and hadn't revealed their identities to their superiors, leading to the
increasingly .

Just then, a sharp screech of brakes sounded from behind the car. The sound alone suggested the driver was highly
skilled . Zhang Ziwen glanced in the rearview mirror; a white van was parked between the police cars, causing
a slight commotion. The surrounding police officers quickly moved aside. With a loud crash, a dozen or so
people wearing black three-eye masks, well-equipped, and bulletproof vests jumped out of the van. Their movements were swift and agile; it was clear
these people were not exactly dapper. A smile appeared on Zhang Ziwen's lips. He knew, of course,
who these people were: the legendary Flying Tigers Special Police, the elite of the Hong Kong Police Force, crime-fighting forces—a
top-tier elite unit even in the world.

Damn, this commotion has gotten out of hand. Zhang Ziwen's lips curled up slightly, a hint of a smile appearing on his face. He seemed unfazed.
Not particularly nervous, he even casually blew a smoke ring. He felt a sense of kinship with his colleagues; they were either
enemies or friends, and since there was no confrontation, he felt no
hostility towards these elites who had undergone rigorous training like himself.

It was almost over; the feast was drawing to a close. Having mobilized the entire Hong Kong police force
,
consider it a drill. Zhang Ziwen's eyes gleamed with a smile as he glanced at the tracker. At this moment, the red dot on the tracking screen was almost still, presumably indicating that the two beauties were already on the gambling ship. He believed that Li Sisi would
receive , and she would be very proud of her masterful manipulation…

"ac07083, you are surrounded! You have 10 seconds to get out of the car and surrender! You have 10 seconds to
get out of the car and surrender!" The announcement came again from the loudspeaker.

10 seconds? Heh, what's the rush? Zhang Ziwen smiled. The Flying Tigers had arrived. The
policeman who was trying to persuade him to surrender was full of energy. The Hong Kong police wouldn't give him much time to consider; for extremely dangerous individuals,
if they couldn't capture them alive, they'd shoot them in the head.

The rearview mirror showed the Flying Tigers elite spreading out in combat formation. There were as many as 12 of them. Fortunately, there were no
snipers . It seemed the Flying Tigers were preparing for a strong assault. 12 against 1—a decisive defeat. These elite members certainly had the ability to
take down Zhang Ziwen.

"ac07083, this is your last chance. You have only 10 seconds to surrender. You are ordered to get out of the car immediately. The countdown
is now on: 10, 9, 8, 7…" The policeman who had spoken received the Flying Tigers' signal, and the assault preparations
were completed within seconds, the movements swift and precise.

All the police officers present stared nervously at the Hyundai. The suspect's appearance was still unknown
. Everyone hoped the person inside the car would surrender; escape was impossible, and resistance was unwise. With
the Flying Tigers' superior equipment and skill, survival was out of the question. The atmosphere was tense, and Hong Kong citizens
watching the live broadcast were equally anxious. They could only foresee two outcomes: the suspect surrendering
or being riddled with bullets. The citizens were conflicted; they wanted to see a thrilling gunfight, but also
wanted to see what kind of person had provoked such a large-scale police operation. Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye,
the countdown had only 5 seconds left.

Suddenly, the white Hyundai made a move, its engine roar shattering the pre-attack silence.
The sudden sound made everyone's hearts skip a beat. What was this guy trying to do?
There was a concrete guardrail 10 meters in front of the suspect's car. Was he going to ram it? This guy's crazy. The police officer who was trying to persuade him to surrender forgot to count off. In that
brief pause, three seconds had passed, leaving two seconds. The Flying Tigers officers, who were preparing for a strong assault, didn't make a move. Instinctively, they sensed that
the suspect inside the car was planning to escape. The roar of the engine concealed a sense of explosive power and professionalism. It was a strange feeling.
The Flying Tigers officers quickly exchanged glances and cautiously approached the Hyundai. The infrared sights
flashed and pointed at the driver's seat.

Screech… The tires suddenly screeched loudly, sparks flashed, and the Hyundai
launched itself forward with a powerful engine roar. In a split second, the engine revved to its maximum, and the car crashed
head-on a row of concrete guardrails. With a deafening crash, the sturdy guardrails shattered into pieces, fragments
flying everywhere. The powerful impact propelled the deformed car through the air, tracing a strange trajectory. The four wheels continued
to spin rapidly, covering the 20-meter distance in an instant. The car soared into the night sky, with no way forward—behind
the guardrails lay the vast ocean. The powerful inertia propelled the deformed car for several meters before dissipating. The severely
twisted front of the car plummeted, plunging into the sea with a graceful arc. With a splash,
the turbulent surface of the sea was whipped into a spectacular spray. The rear of the car bobbed up and down briefly before
sinking completely. The sea returned to calm in the blink of an eye.

"0..." The police officer shouted out the countdown instinctively. At that moment, the suspect vehicle had already disappeared from his
sight. The scene of the crashed guardrail was a mess, with cold cement blocks scattered everywhere. "This guy is crazy,
crazy," the officer muttered. Everything happened too suddenly, too fast. In two seconds, everything was over.
The 12 Flying Tigers members who hadn't fired were now gathered at the gap in the guardrail. The red dots of their infrared sights
flashed on the dark sea, and the 12 gun beams also shone brightly in an instant. The dark sea was
as bright as day under the illumination of these 12 beams of light, but there was no life in the area illuminated by the light. The criminal vehicle and the suspect seemed to have
been mercilessly swallowed by the cold seawater...

200 meters away on the sea, a tiny object surfaced. In the vast, dark
ocean , no one could see it with the naked eye, let alone that the object disappeared only for a moment after surfacing. When
the object surfaced a second time... More than 400 meters from the collision site, the object was far from
the area illuminated by the bright light. When it surfaced for the third time, it was a human head—Zhang Ziwen's head. He spat out
the plastic straw he'd been sucking on—a soda straw. It was useful. He took a deep breath; he'd only taken
two breaths during the 600-meter underwater swim. The intense underwater movements had exhausted him.

For a navy officer, a 1000-meter armed swim was considered passing; for a marine, a 10,000-meter armed
swim was merely a passing grade. Zhang Ziwen was now on a small dock several nautical miles away. Climbing onto the dock
, Zhang Ziwen felt something was amiss; swimming was much easier than diving…

A soft "thud"—a wad of banknotes was thrown into a small fishing boat. 100-Hong Kong dollars a note; this wad of money
was at least 100,000 Hong Kong dollars. The boat captain's eyes lit up as he shakily picked up the thick stack of bills.
Had he fallen from the sky? Money raining down on him? He reacted quickly, scrambling to his feet. Money falling from the sky—he'd better grab
as much as he could. Before he even left the boat, he was already dragging a large fishing net; he needed to catch the money with the net.

Instead of money falling from the sky, a handsome young man appeared: dressed all in black, soaking wet,
sitting at the bow of the boat, smiling at him. His teeth were white, and he exuded a friendly aura,
even towards the aging, faded man. The boatman looked at the money in his hand and smiled sheepishly. He now understood; the money hadn't fallen from the sky
, it was given to him by this handsome young man. No wonder the money felt so wet.

"Can this money rent your boat?" Zhang Ziwen's voice was very friendly.

"Yes, of course! Where does this young man think he's going?" The boatman's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile. 100,000
Hong Kong dollars could cover a 7-day trip to Hong Kong with some left over.

"Can we go to international waters? I want to go to a gambling ship." Zhang Ziwen smiled brightly. This boat captain clearly didn't watch
TV and didn't recognize him, a big celebrity. Choosing a shabby little fishing boat was a good move.

"A gambling ship? No problem, we'll go right now." The boat captain nodded eagerly, but inwardly sighed.
What a fine young man, too bad he's a gambler.

The boat captain guessed correctly; the stack of money was indeed Zhang Ziwen's gambling money. Knowing Wu Min was going to a gambling ship, Zhang Ziwen
had hastily stuffed a few stacks of Hong Kong dollars into his coat. Renting a fishing boat was a fluke; in international waters, renting a large speedboat would only cost
a few thousand Hong Kong dollars. It was time for this boat captain to make a fortune. Zhang Ziwen, thrilled by the excitement, was in high spirits.
What did throwing away a few more coins matter?

The dilapidated fishing boat was surprisingly fast and agile, and it wasn't loud either. The captain seemed to be
a veteran who had made a living at sea for many years. The motor was even imported. Heaven knows how many criminals this guy had sent
out , or how many illegal immigrants he had brought in. China's legal territorial sea is 12 nautical miles wide. Beyond the territorial
sea, past the narrow legal economic zone, lies the high seas. Gambling ships usually sail on the high seas, and their
registered nationality is unlikely to be Hong Kong, China.

A luxurious gambling ship can be seen not far ahead. The ship is brightly lit, colorful, and radiates a
dazzling light, like a treasure ship on the sea. It is not an exaggeration to call it a treasure ship. No one knows
how much money circulates on the luxurious gambling ship every day. When super-rich people gamble, it is
common for hundreds of millions of dollars to circulate. A gambling ship is definitely rolling in money and will attract the covetous eyes of countless criminals and pirates. Naturally,
the security personnel on the gambling ship are top-notch in terms of weapons and equipment, and their skills are not bad either. If you want to take advantage of the gambling ship, you
probably don't have any strength. Zhang Ziwen is now thinking about going on this gambling ship. I wonder how Wu Min is doing. Has she been
taken by Li Sisi, who has an abnormal sexual orientation? Zhang Ziwen was a little worried, but he couldn't concentrate. He
could only pray in his heart that Wu Min would stall for time and remain chaste, lest she be
seduced by the beautiful and charming Li Sisi, or things would be very bad...

"We can stop the boat now," Zhang Ziwen ordered. The shabby fishing boat was only
about .

"Here? Aren't you going to the gambling ship?" the boat captain asked, puzzled.

"Of course I'm going to the gambling ship, but I had my fortune told before I went. The fortune teller said that if I wanted to win money, I had to
swim across from here. Sincerity is key. If I want to get rich, I have to swim no matter what." Zhang Ziwen struck a perfect gambler's
pose, quite convincingly, with a greedy look in his eyes that most people couldn't pull off.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to believe in this, young man. Alright, I'll stop the boat then." The boat captain smiled and shook his head.
It was common for gamblers to have their fortunes told, but he didn't expect this handsome young man to believe in such things. The boat captain turned off the engine as instructed
.

The boat captain had just turned around after shutting off the engine when a small splash was heard. Zhang Ziwen
had already gracefully leaped into the dark seawater. In the icy water,
Zhang Ziwen even waved goodbye to the boat captain with a smile, then swam forward like a shark
towards the gambling ship...

This guy must have been in the sea a long time ago, right? The seawater was so cold, it was going to be tough, the boat captain sighed inwardly. He had ferried gamblers at night
before , but this handsome gambler was clearly different from the others. He came strangely and
left decisively. Not only was he generous, but he was also very kind to him, unlike some gangster gamblers who not only didn't pay him after getting on the boat, but
might even draw a knife and force him to earn money as a tribute. In the sea, encountering such a sucker was truly a rare occurrence.
The boat captain sighed again and started the dilapidated fishing boat. He figured this kind of encounter would be something he would remember for a lifetime...
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nautical mile is 1852 meters, and 2 nautical mile is only a little over 3000 meters. This was no problem for a naval professional like Zhang Ziwen.
In the Marine Corps, there were frogman detachments. Zhang Ziwen was an all-weather, all-around elite. With
his skills, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was a frogman detachment leader. His rank was even higher; he was an old shark.

With little effort, Zhang Ziwen had already approached the moored gambling ship. He
subtly and accurately swam to the massive anchor chain, gripping it with one hand while trying to calm his racing heart
. He wasn't physically tired, but the damned seawater was incredibly cold. Swimming into this frigid water for the second time would leave even an iron man
breathless …

Chapter 233 Red Wine, the beautiful

Zhang Ziwen muttered as he tried to adjust. The icy water was bone-chilling; the ordeal was considerable. Swimming to the gambling
ship was a last resort. Not just anyone could board the gambling ship. Zhang Ziwen was a famous figure and certainly qualified,
but Li Sisi was a major shareholder. He couldn't disturb her in the slightest. Li Sisi
couldn't possibly . He could only endure the hardship; what else could he do? With Li Sisi, that cunning and alluring woman, there was no other way
but to sneak up in secret...

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the behemoth. His body had now recovered to its best condition. He took a deep breath and, using
both hands and feet, nimbly and nimbly climbed upwards. His movements were quick, and in no time he reached the anchor hole. There were still more than
10 meters away from the ship's side. Zhang Ziwen untied the thin rope from his waist. It was very thin, made of metal, and had a small metal claw at the end.
This kind of equipment was lightweight and durable. In addition to being used for climbing cliffs, it also had another function: killing.

Climbing this thing was Zhang Ziwen's forte. Without any visible movement from him, the black metal cable shot out, and
with a soft click at the top, the steel claws firmly gripped the ship's side. Without pausing, his figure swiftly ascended
along the black metal cable. Soon, his entire body was sprawled on the ship's side. He reeled in the cable, wrapped it around his waist, and rolled several times in
one fluid motion . At this moment, Zhang Ziwen was like a shadow, pressed against a dark cabin door. This was
a blind spot illuminated by the dazzling lights, and his black figure blended seamlessly with the shadows. Unless you got within 3 meters, you would never know that there
was a living person pressed against the cabin door. About 10 meters away, several armed security personnel were walking back and forth
, completely unaware of the intruder's intrusion...

This ship belonged to one of the top gambling ships in Southeast Asia. It was enormous, with extremely advanced and luxurious facilities. The ship
had eight decks, each with fully equipped leisure and entertainment facilities, including bars, dance halls, small cinemas, Chinese and Western
restaurants, gyms, and sauna centers. It has everything: a tennis court at the bow, a miniature golf course at the stern
, and a helipad with helicopters on standby 24/7, ready to haul away billionaires for their extravagant spending sprees.

Zhang Ziwen was no longer impressed by the dazzling luxury facilities. He was currently suffering in the filthy and noisy engine room.
Once on the gambling ship, there were surveillance cameras everywhere, preventing him from wandering around freely. While searching for Wu Min, he not only had to avoid the surveillance
cameras but also the mobile security personnel. It was extremely difficult; the satellite positioning tracker could only pinpoint her
general location. Finding Wu Min on this gambling ship was like searching for a needle in a haystack. Time was running out. Based on
the gambling ship map he had obtained beforehand, Zhang Ziwen knew that the gambling hall was on the second floor below. He decided to start his search from there, clinging
to hope that Wu Min and Li Sisi were still enjoying themselves in the hall, hoping that he could
find her before she was taken to bed…

Zhang Ziwen's guess was correct. While he was still trying to find a way to bypass the first surveillance camera in the engine room,
Wu Min was currently enjoying herself with Li Sisi in the gambling entertainment center. It was a completely different scene there, bustling with noise. Just as noisy as
the engine room , but the difference between here and there was like heaven and hell. The engine room was cold and filthy,
covered in oil stains, while the gambling hall was luxurious and extravagant. The lights were dazzling, but Zhang Ziwen was currently too young to enjoy
the pleasures of paradise. He could only wait in the cold hell for a chance to find his way to heaven…

The slot machines occasionally played cheerful music—the music of big wins. This music
stimulated the gamblers' nerves; no matter what they were gambling, hearing that sound would cause them to throw in
a . On the gambling ship, time was no longer important; there was no day or night. When they got tired of gambling, they would go to a sauna
or find a beautiful woman to massage them to relax. Once refreshed, they would plunge back into the sea of gambling until all their
money was gone. Of course, even if they ran out of money, they could continue gambling; the ship also had a finance company that offered
high rates of ... Loan sharks are always ready to lend their services. Those who come here are all people of status. They have no shortage of debt collectors and are not afraid that you do
n't have money . They are only afraid that you don't gamble.
There are quite a few wealthy people who have lost everything due to gambling addiction. But even so, there are many who are not afraid of death. Every year, a lot of wealthy people still come to gamble and gamble and whore. People are divided into different classes
. Some top-level wealthy people go to the gambling ship just for leisure or socializing. They are not as addicted as some old gamblers, but
they will never be stingy. They throw away hundreds of thousands of dollars to play for fun and relaxation. They spend money like water. As a result,
the gambling industry has become the most profitable industry in the world, comparable to arms, oil, and drugs. It has become
the fastest money vault.

Beautiful women always possess an invisible allure, and they are never short of handsome gentlemen.
Wu Min, dressed in a sexy evening gown, was playing blackjack surrounded by several elegant men. She seemed to be having good luck,
as she had significantly more chips than the gentlemen around her. When she won blackjack again, the men sitting nearby erupted
in restrained cheers, completely unconcerned about their own losses. It seemed these gentlemen were not truly interested in the game itself,
and it's understandable; a stunning beauty like Wu Min would be a rare sight on the entire gambling ship. If you couldn't find another one, she would definitely be
the star of the show. Her eyes were full of charm, her lips were soft and luscious,
her skin was as smooth as jade, and her intoxicating fragrance lingered in the air. She exuded a captivating
charm she was so alluring that she could kill you with her charm and make you lose money without feeling the pain. The row of men at the long table didn't seem to care when their chips dwindled
. All their admiring gazes were fixed on the beautiful woman.
What did losing a hundred or two hundred thousand matter if it was just to get a glance from her?

Unfortunately, Wu Min was already taken. A fragrant breeze wafted through the air as another alluring beauty,
Li Sisi, walked gracefully from the Russian roulette wheel to Wu Min's side. The charming Li Sisi unceremoniously placed her delicate hand
on Wu Min's shoulder and then pressed her alluring face against Wu Min's, their expressions intimate and ambiguous. Wu Min seemed completely unfazed by her intimacy, even giving her a sweet, seductive smile
as they brushed her cheek against hers. The scene was incredibly sensual, overshadowing the bright lights, causing the men in the audience to swallow hard, filled with envy, yet only able to watch helplessly. Several gentlemen who recognized Li Sisi secretly lamented their disappointment. "You're having a good run of luck… Do you enjoy playing?" Li Sisi's hand slid along Wu Min's delicate shoulder. "I've won quite a bit, but I don't really like it. It's too stuffy here," Wu Min breathed softly. Her purpose wasn't to gamble and win money. "Then... I'll take you to a quiet place, let's have a drink..." Li Sisi whispered sweetly in Wu Min's ear. Her sweet voice was incredibly suggestive. "Okay..." Wu Min gracefully stood up, her face slightly flushed, the tingling sensation in her ear making her heart flutter. Her delicate ears were very sensitive. Watching the two stunningly beautiful women disappear into the gambling hall, the disappointed looks in the eyes of the gentlemen present were clear. They all knew what "having a drink" meant; they weren't lucky enough to go along. Li Sisi, in her territory, this woman with a charming face had the ability to make all the men in the room vanish . Losing money and not even getting the favor of a beauty, the gentlemen's frustration was unimaginable... At the bottom floor was a row of luxurious lounges. It was like a floating hotel, the facilities in the rooms were definitely five-star, all specially provided for the wealthy to relax or seek pleasure. Li Sisi owns an ultra-luxurious suite where she both works and lives. The facilities are extravagant; the floor is covered with soft Turkish wool carpets, and the furniture is top-of-the-line Italian furniture. Oil paintings worth tens of millions of dollars hang on the walls. The large bed imported from France is incredibly alluring—large, soft, pink, and fragrant. It exudes a feminine charm, an invisible temptation that makes you want to lie down on it. If a loved one were lying beside her, it would be perfect. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen's face flashed into Wu Min's mind. Why did she think of that guy? Wu Min's face flushed crimson, making her incredibly beautiful. Li Sisi's body went weak at the sight, and a strange sensation stirred within her... Li Sisi's movements as she poured the wine were elegant. The aged red wine flowed a graceful arc into the crystal goblet, filling it to just the right amount. Her slow, graceful movements caught Wu Min's eye. There were no unnecessary small movements, no signs of the drugging she feared. Wu Min breathed a slight sigh of relief and reached out to take the wine. "Cheers..." Li Sisi raised her glass. "Cheers..." Wu Min gently clinked glasses with her, her soft lips parting slightly as the rich red wine slid down her throat .

"Another glass..." A glint of light flashed in Li Sisi's beautiful eyes
.

Fine
wine and a beautiful woman—that

's the essence of romance. Women need romance to seduce each other, just like they need romance to attract other women. The wine was good, and Wu Min didn't refuse. To get information out of her, romance was a helpful tool. The two beauties each had their own agendas. The Italian-quality leather sofa was indeed comfortable, and the two alluring beauties sitting there were in an
ambiguous position. They were very close, able to smell the fragrance of each other's breath, and feel the softness of
each other's bodies against each other . Their high, full breasts, in the ambiguous friction, stirred
ripples in each other's hearts...

"...Ms. Wu, are you settling in well in Hong Kong?" Li Sisi's fragrant breath intoxicated as she gently
clinked glasses with Wu Min.

"Hong Kong is a charming place, and I think I'm quite used to living here." Wu Min finished her drink.
The friction of Li Sisi's soft body against her caused her an inexplicable reaction—it felt very comfortable.

“…Okay, then you won’t leave anymore, will you stay in Hong Kong?” Li Sisi’s beautiful eyes
shone with anticipation.

“I’d like to stay here, but what if I lose my job at Zhonghai? Will you support me?” Wu Min’s beautiful eyes
revealed a teasing glint; she needed Li Sisi to be captivated.

“Hehe…as long as you don’t do your job anymore, I’ll support you for life…” Li Sisi’s beautiful eyes softened with
a charming allure; she enjoyed Wu Min’s teasing.

“Then…it’s a deal…I’ll follow you…” Wu Min’s breath was fragrant; her body felt
warm, and teasing Li Sisi made her feel teased in return.

“Looks like we’re going to be together…” Li Sisi’s delicate body moved closer to Wu Min, and their fragrant
bodies once again rubbed against each other in an ambiguous way.

“…Actually, Zhonghai isn’t bad either…why don’t you come live with me in Zhonghai…if you don’t want me anymore
, I’ll have no way out in Hong Kong…” Wu Min was a little breathless; she felt Li Sisi’s nimble hands
caressing her thighs, and she actually felt a slight pleasure.

"How could that be?" Li Sisi flicked her smooth, fragrant tongue lightly across Wu Min's earlobe, her breath sweet and delicate
. "...As long as you behave and listen to me...I'll give you anything you want..."

"Sounds good, but I'd never believe you." Wu Min's eyes sparkled, and she playfully scolded
Li Sisi, enjoying the teasing of her tongue.

Alluring, Li Sisi had seen many beauties, but she had never encountered one as alluring as Wu Min. A true gem
. Li Sisi felt a surge of desire, leaning closer and blowing her fragrant breath. "...You still don't trust me? I...I really
admire you...I really like you, really."

"I don't believe you. I won't believe anything you say." Wu Min grabbed her restless, delicate hand. Her hand was very flirtatious;
Li Sisi was already flustered by Li Sisi's teasing, her heart pounding wildly.

"Why?" Li Sisi's heart skipped a beat, her body heating up. What she couldn't have was always the best; Wu Min's feigned
resistance had ignited a strong desire within her.

"Don't ask me why, you have to ask yourself. I've heard quite a few stories about you these past two days in Hong Kong."
Wu Min's beautiful eyes were filled with affection, but her hands kept pushing away her teasing.

"Hehe... what have you heard?" Li Sisi's hands couldn't move, but her fragrant lips weren't idle, gently
rubbing against Wu Min's delicate face. She really liked this kind of intimacy; it was fragrant and alluring.

"Nothing much, just your last girlfriend. Didn't you dump her? She's no less beautiful than me, is she?"
Wu Min's words carried a hint of jealousy, subtly steer the conversation towards the crucial point, but the rubbing against her skin made her feel
a little hot.

"You mean her? Getting jealous over this? There's nothing we can do about it. Some things are just unavoidable..."
Li Sisi giggled. She seemed to enjoy Wu Min's jealousy, but a hint of
coldness flashed in her charming eyes.

Chapter 234 A Tale of Two Extremes

"Unavoidable? I knew you'd say that." Wu Min's soft lips pursed slightly, perfectly embodying a woman's jealousy
, very captivating.

"Don't believe me? If you don't believe me, I'll slowly tell you about what happened between her and me." Li Sisi's beautiful face was flushed
. Wu Min's charming appearance was very attractive to her, and she seemed to be a little confused and infatuated...

Lying on the bed was much more comfortable than on the Italian leather sofa. Li Sisi extended an invitation, and
Wu Min did not refuse her suggestion. The topic had reached a critical point, and she could not refuse. After all, Li Sisi was a woman.
Even if she was a little ambiguous with herself, Wu Min could still tolerate it. This woman's charm and temperament did not make her
feel too disgusted. It was just that the bed made her feel a little shy. Going to bed meant that the skin-to-skin contact between the two would be more
explicit, and she felt a surge of heat just thinking about it...

After a few glasses of red wine, perhaps because of its age, Wu Min, lying on the bed, felt the aftereffects of the wine.
Her body was a little hot and a little weak. She didn't want to move. This reaction was strange, with an indescribable desire
stirring within her.

"This wine is so strong..." Wu Min gently pushed away Li Sisi's hand that was pouring wine for her.

Li Sisi didn't force her, downing her glass in one gulp and exhaling a fragrant breath: "...It's not that it's strong,
it's just a little hot, right? Do you feel the heat?"

"A little..." The fragrance from Li Sisi's breath was somewhat aphrodisiac, and Wu Min felt a fire burning within her.

"...That's right, I feel this every time I drink this wine..." Li Sisi's eyes were alluring,
her breath sweet as she whispered in Wu Min's ear, "...And...this wine easily arouses women..."

A slight itch, a slight numbness, and an indescribable comfort—Wu Min felt the strange
sensation in her ear, which quickly intensified the fire within her, making her slightly breathless. At the same time, a sense of unease crept into her heart. An aphrodisiac.
Why was this happening?

The answer quickly came from Li Sisi's fragrant mouth: "...Red wine isn't an aphrodisiac, but there's a little
something on the glass. Drinking it with the wine will feel even better... Do you feel good?"
A hint of lust appeared in Li Sisi's beautiful eyes, and her slender hands caressed Wu Min's face, smooth and pink. Li Sisi felt a surge of heat.

Oh no, had she tampered with the glass? Wu Min felt weak all over. Li Sisi's delicate hands had already reached her
soft neck, her nimble fingers teasing Wu Min's heartstrings. She couldn't resist this teasing; it felt good,
and even a little pleasurable...

"It's so hot... Let's relax a bit..." Li Sisi whispered in Wu Min's soft ear, breathing heavily.
"...Don't worry, I have the same cup. With this aphrodisiac red spider, we'll be even happier later...
" Her slender hands moved, graceful and soothing, her gorgeous evening gown slipping to one side,
revealing a vibrant, alluring body to Wu Min. The

ambiguous words, the vibrant, alluring flesh—the woman's body was equally tempting. Wu Min felt
her breath quicken; it was too tempting. The French designer Lisechanmel's high-end jacquard lace lingerie, a
pale purple ultra-thin lace-trimmed fabric, accentuated her delicate skin, making her appear incredibly graceful, hazy
and dreamlike. The transparent bra allowed her two lovely, rosy nipples to proudly peek through. And the pitifully small, transparent
panties clearly revealed the woman's most intimate parts—skin like jade, a body burning with desire. The sensory stimulation made Wu Min's
body even softer and hotter. How could this be? Wasn't it supposed to be like-minded?

"Aren't you...hot?" Li Sisi's fragrant breath wafted through her mouth as her slender hand slid towards Wu Min's skirt slit. The
exposed long, silk-stockinged legs tempted her to caress and explore...

Hot, really hot. Wu Min's breathing quickened. She tightly clamped her silk-stockinged legs together, trying to prevent
Li Sisi's delicate hand from further invading her private parts. But Li Sisi's skillful touch made her want to
spread her legs several times. "I can't do this," Wu Min cried out weakly. She was losing control of her physical desires. She
felt an emptiness and heat within her, and she couldn't resist the rapid effects of the aphrodisiac, the flames of lust...
Slowly burning her body...

Li Sisi's movements were skilled and adept. Wu Min's struggles were weak. Under Li Sisi's skillful caresses,
Wu Min's elaborate attire had quietly slipped off. The pink transparent lingerie made her skin appear exceptionally translucent and delicate
. Her trembling breasts and flat, smooth abdomen exuded a captivating charm. Li Sisi's heart pounded rapidly. She
herself possessed a pair of alluring legs, and she longed to entwine her own stockinged legs with Wu Min's. She
made a move, and instantly the bed was filled with fragrance. The two bodies, clad only in lingerie and stockings, were intimately and gently intertwined
...

"No..." Wu Min let out a seductive sound. Her consciousness was a little blurry. She could only
instinctively push away Li Sisi's nimble and skillful hands, but she couldn't resist the entanglement of Li Sisi's silk-stockinged legs. The thrilling
friction made her feel a shameful dampness. She was already aroused...

"No? Hehe... What don't you want..." Li Sisi's middle finger gently hooked, skillfully and deftly
teasing Wu Min's secret part that she couldn't stop in time. It was already overflowing...

"Hehe... You still say no... It's like this..." Li Sisi panted, extending her slender middle finger in
front of Wu Min's eyes. There was a trace of crystal on the fingertip, exuding a fragrant and decadent aura.

Wu Min's face flushed red, proof of her arousal. Her body trembled, struggling to resist Li Sisi's teasing hand
as it reached down again She gasped, "Wait...wait a minute...you haven't...said it yet
...don't..." The words "don't" were barely out of her mouth when Wu Min strained to clamp Li Sisi's wicked
hand between her legs. Her remaining sanity reminded her that the task wasn't finished. The aphrodisiac was relentlessly destroying her will;
she wanted to give up. If Li Sisi had said it, she would have been willing to indulge
herself already desperately needed it...

"Wait for what? Heh...wait for your Zhang Ziwen to come and rescue you, little beauty..." Li Sisi's wanton
expression remained unchanged, her teasing movements unchanged, but her words made Wu Min's mind go
blank .

"Wh...what do you mean?" Wu Min's voice trembled, but the heat within her showed no sign of abating.

"Heh... What do you mean? Officer Wu, do I need to explain?" Li Sisi's voice was smug, and her
actions were equally triumphant. Her red lips pressed against Wu Min's delicate neck. Her slender hands were already caressing Wu Min's full, firm breasts.

Wu Min writhed, trying to suppress the surging pleasure. She gasped, "You... you... you already
knew ?" Wu Min's will was crumbling. Any failure meant she knew she couldn't escape Li Sisi's manipulation.

Li Sisi seemed too lazy to say anything more. She didn't want to let go of the beauty on the bed. She too was stimulated by the aphrodisiac, unleashing
endless lust. She used both her hands and mouth, brazenly roaming and caressing Wu Min's alluring body. But she still
gave Wu Min the answer: she wanted to make Wu Min give up. Tonight would only be a passionate night, a passionate night without anyone disturbing her
...

The ultra-wide screen television was already on. Wu Min's hazy eyes stared at the scene on the screen. She had neither
the strength nor the energy to resist Li Sisi's intrusion. She forced herself to watch the scenes unfolding on the screen, her
legs spread wide by Li Sisi. She felt several nimble
fingers teasing her warm, moist private parts...

Her body trembled and twisted, letting out seductive moans. Waves of pleasure washed over
Wu Min; she was blinded by lust, but her beautiful eyes remained fixed on the television screen. She persevered, her body trembling.
Car chases, manhunts, collisions, and the plunge into the sea—she had seen it all. The news commentator's final words filled her with
sorrow: the suspect had committed suicide to escape punishment; the body had not yet been recovered, and
preliminary assessments indicated the suspect's chances of survival were extremely slim...

Wu Min collapsed weakly onto the large, soft bed. Her beautiful eyes were gently closed, and
glistening . A fragrant body lay on her soft form, and Li Sisi
was licking her smooth, fragrant skin with her nimble little tongue, inch by inch. She didn't intend to miss
any . Wherever her tongue touched, Wu Min's body trembled involuntarily, waves of pleasure washing over her. It was a contradictory and
sorrowful feeling, a baptism of ice and fire. The physical pleasure constantly engulfed her sorrow. Her willpower couldn't
withstand the intense aphrodisiac of "Red Spider." She had no strength to resist, no spirit to
resist the waves of stimulating pleasure. She helplessly accepted Li Sisi's violation. The heat within
her body eroded her, and she could only let out seductive moans. She had fallen into an endless sea of lust…

Meanwhile, on the luxurious bed in the suite, the atmosphere was incredibly erotic. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen, soaking wet, was still struggling
to find his way. He had successfully avoided 8… There were surveillance cameras nearby; they weren't far from the gambling hall. One more floor down, and
perhaps they'd see Wu Min. Zhang Ziwen held onto hope; he desperately wanted to see her. Only with her within his
sight could he guarantee her safety.

The gangway was narrow and cramped, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. Turning the corner, they descended a few more steps...
At the end of the gangway was a hatch. Opening the hatch to the left led to the entrance to the hall. Zhang Ziwen's heart began to pound. "
You brat , I hope you're still here," he thought, unable to suppress his slightly tense emotions. Only now did he realize
how much he cared about Wu Min. Her safety was paramount at this moment. He absolutely didn't want anything
to happen to , much less let Wu Min be toyed with by that womanizing Li Sisi…

Oh no! Just as Zhang Ziwen's foot touched the corner of the gangway, there was movement at the hatch below. Someone was coming up.
Reacting quickly, Zhang Ziwen pulled his foot back, spun around, and darted back to the hatch he had come from.
He could escape by going out and avoiding the person coming up. But things often go wrong. Just as Zhang Ziwen's hand touched
the hatch handle, it moved. Someone was opening the hatch from the outside. "Damn it, what
bad luck!" Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly. He had no way out; wasn't this forcing him to act prematurely? Damn it!

The gangway space was limited, and even with Zhang Ziwen's exceptional skills, he couldn't dodge it. As the person above opened the hatch,
a man in a suit appeared around the corner below. Zhang Ziwen had precisely calculated the timing; it wasn't the right time to act.
In the blink of an eye, the man in the suit below had already spotted him. Upon seeing Zhang Ziwen in black, he reacted swiftly
, drawing his gun and pointing it at Zhang Ziwen's head without any visible movement, shouting, "Don't move! Hands
up , slowly turn around!"

Zhang Ziwen obediently raised his hands with a wry smile and turned around cooperatively. In front of him was a
dark gun barrel, which could go off at any moment. He dared not move. At this moment, the hatch opened,
revealing another man in a suit. Upon seeing a gun pointed in his direction, he was terrified and quickly drew
his pistol from his pocket. Judging from the way he drew his gun, it was clear that these two men in suits were quite skilled.

It turned out they were on the same side. In the instant the two guns were simultaneously pointed at each other,
they quickly returned to Zhang Ziwen's head. In that split second, Zhang Ziwen had no chance to retaliate .
He wasn't confident he could handle two skilled men; he had no choice but to obediently raise his hands. Without the best opportunity to attack, taking action would only bring
disaster . Zhang Ziwen wisely knew what to do.

A very professional search was conducted. The two security guards moved swiftly and efficiently,
thoroughly searching Zhang Ziwen's body. They found Hong Kong dollars, climbing ropes, and a tracking device. No weapons. Why would this person have all this
equipment? It seemed incongruous. If he was a robber, why wasn't he armed, let alone carrying so much
cash ? If he was a gambler, how did they explain the tracking device and climbing rope? " I really am a gambler,
"

Zhang Ziwen said innocently to the security guards. "This is a locator to
pinpoint the gambling ship's location. This rope is for climbing onto the ship. I bought it. The fortune teller said I had to
swim over to win money. I can't get here without this." Zhang Ziwen explained patiently, wanting the two men to
believe it was a misunderstanding. Whether they believed him or not was none of his business; his only goal was to lower their
guard a little.

Zhang Ziwen's attitude was honest, and he was handsome; he didn't look like a petty thief at all. He
even looked familiar, somewhat like a celebrity, but he couldn't quite place him. Could he really be
a gambling addict...?

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