Ice Peak Demon Love [Complete] - 26

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Chapter Seventy: The Cunning Mantis Stalks the Cicada

Time flies, and half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

F City, which had been troubled by the "perverted sex fiend" case for nearly two years, has completely returned to its former peace.

Both the female victim and the sex fiend have become historical terms, quietly disappearing from the memories of the citizens.

As for the resounding title of "F City's Number One Policewoman," it still appears from time to time on television, in newspapers, and online. However, everyone knows that this is a new "Number One Policewoman," the former's close comrade-in-arms and successor, who has taken over the position of criminal investigation captain!

It is said that this policewoman surnamed Meng is only twenty-six years old this year. Not only is she the youngest criminal investigation captain in F City's history, but she is also a very loving angel. Her lover suffered a severe injury a few years ago and became mentally disabled, completely losing the ability to live independently. However, she not only did not despise him, but also took care of him tirelessly for a long time, and declared that she would never date again or marry another man in her life.

Although she hasn't yet achieved any significant work results, and the police team under her leadership doesn't seem to be very efficient at solving cases, this alone is enough to win over many citizens. Moreover, she's very beautiful, with a lovely apple-shaped face and an innocent, childlike smile. While her figure is slightly petite, unlike her predecessor's "super devilish" physique, she's still undeniably curvaceous and alluring.

It's said that the citizens optimistically believe that with such a photogenic and approachable female detective captain, the city's public security will definitely improve, and in the near future, this city will become a beautiful home with an extremely low crime rate, where everyone can live and work in peace…

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Weekend, 8 PM.

"Black Panther" Ballroom, F City.

As usual, the lights are changing, the atmosphere is lively, and loud music fills every corner.

Many men and women are dancing intimately on the dance floor, while others sit in corners, smoking, drinking, and chatting.

Two androgynous singers dressed in plaid shirts were performing on stage. One was frantically strumming a guitar in a hysterical manner, while the other was singing into the microphone with an air of ecstasy.

Although they were performing with great enthusiasm, the audience frequently booed and mocked them for being too affected.

"Get off! We don't want to watch ladyboys...get off!"

"Help! What a terrible voice...it's awful!"

"That's right! We want Miss Chuchu to sing! Why isn't she here yet?"

"Guards, throw these two ladyboys off! We strongly demand that Miss Chuchu come on stage immediately!"

The shouts and jeers mostly came from students, young people, and hooligans.

They continued to boo, initially with some restraint, but later their noise became so loud that it almost interfered with the singing on stage. Some even provocatively threw leftover orange peels onto the stage, making the two singers look quite embarrassed.

A nouveau riche-looking customer, clearly a first-timer at the dance hall, looked bewildered and whispered to his friend, "Who's Miss Chu Chu? Is she some local big-name singer, popular here?"

"She's popular, but not a big name!" his friend chuckled. "I heard she's a street performer, only been performing here for less than a week. But her voice is really good, and she performs a 'Super Imitation Show,' much more interesting than those two ladyboys screaming..."

"Imitation Show?" the nouveau riche asked with interest. "Who is she imitating?"

"Chu Qian!"

"Oh, that washed-up female singer Chu Qian? People still take pride in imitating her?"

The nouveau riche shrugged, slightly disappointed.

Everyone knew that this once nationally famous "sexy diva" was now in a state of decline; her recent Category III films had all flopped, making her a "box office poison" avoided by film companies.

Worse still, due to fierce complaints from tens of thousands of parents who angrily accused Chu Qian of "corrupting children," she was completely blacklisted by the authorities. All songs, films, and programs related to her were removed, and even her relatively popular Category III films were "harmonized."

Knowing her entertainment career was completely over, Chu Qian held a press conference three months ago, tearfully apologizing to the public and making self-deprecating remarks about being "too stupid and too naive," before officially announcing her "permanent retirement from the entertainment industry."

Even this farewell declaration didn't garner much attention; most media outlets simply published brief reports. This was partly due to the authorities' blacklist, but also because in the public's mind, the "sexy diva" had already faded from the spotlight after being kidnapped by a sex offender more than two years ago! Having not released any new songs for two whole years, her market had been rapidly replaced by rising newcomers, and fickle audiences ruthlessly abandoned her, relegating her to the ranks of "washed-up" singers.

And so, a once nationally renowned female singer quietly disappeared from the public eye. No one has seen her since, and no one knows what became of her. Only occasional rumors circulate: some say she has married and retired, living a quiet life as an ordinary person; others say she has fled overseas, becoming a high-class prostitute serving foreign dignitaries and businessmen… In short, in this nouveau riche's eyes, the name "Chu Qian" has lost its allure. If she were here in person, it would be worth seeing her in person, but now it's just an impersonation performance, and even the best impersonation is a "knock-off," not worth such excitement.

"Actually, it's not that they're really excited, those young people are just there for the fun of it!" my friend explained. "And to be fair, that Miss Chu Chu really did a perfect imitation. Listening to her sing is much better than those two ladyboys... Haha, look, she's coming out!"

As he spoke, cheers suddenly erupted in the dance hall. Almost everyone looked in the direction of the sound, and the backdrop on the stage changed dramatically. Under the flashing neon lights, a female singer dressed in a crop top and shorts, dressed quite scantily, stepped onto the stage to the rhythm of the music, showcasing a beautiful and skillful entrance dance.

Whistles and laughter immediately rose and fell, almost filling the entire dance hall.

The nouveau riche stared intently and almost burst out laughing.

Because of the bright lights and the fact that half of the female singer's face was covered by her hair, she didn't look much like Chu Qian from a distance. The only striking feature was her bright red lips, which she had indeed mastered the "sexy diva's" style, giving her a wild and alluring look.

However, her figure was undeniably too "fleshy." While not unbearably obese, her arms and shoulders were noticeably plump, making her appear broad-shouldered and thick-waisted. Her breasts were indeed full and round like Chu Qian's, but what was worse was her exposed lower abdomen, which was also quite fleshy, like a lifebuoy around her waist.

"My God, wasn't this supposed to be an impersonation show?" the nouveau riche couldn't help but laugh. "I thought she'd be a perfect impersonator, but what I got was such a fat woman!"

Someone nearby joked, "She does look a bit like Chu Qian, but a fat version, a severely overweight version of Chu Qian! Hahaha..."

"That's right, I think she's at least twenty pounds heavier than Chu Qian!" the nouveau riche said mockingly. "How dare she dress so revealingly? She's practically exposing her own shortcomings..."

At this moment, the female singer had already taken up the microphone and started singing with full passion, her loud voice temporarily drowning out all the other people's conversations.

The nouveau riche initially wore a mocking expression, but after listening for a few moments, his expression turned slightly surprised. He couldn't deny that this Miss Chu Chu was indeed quite talented; her voice was remarkably similar to Chu Qian's, especially the subtle nuances in her high notes, which were absolutely indistinguishable from the real thing.

At first listen, one might mistake her for the original recording. After the song, all the guests applauded enthusiastically, even the nouveau riche couldn't help but cheer. Turning to his friend, he exclaimed, "To be able to imitate to this extent is truly remarkable. It's such a pity that such a beautiful voice is wasted on such an ugly fat pig…"

Before he could finish, a slow, deliberate male voice interrupted him from behind.

"You're mistaken, sir! I don't think Miss Chu Chu is ugly at all; in fact, you could say she's quite a beauty!"

The nouveau riche and his friend turned around to see a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses, with an ordinary appearance, clearly also a spectator.

"A beauty? Wow, buddy, are you blind?" The nouveau riche laughed so hard he almost fell over. "I admit her voice is amazing. A voice like that would be incredibly captivating and melodious in bed. But her figure... hahaha... I really can't find a single redeeming quality!"

The middle-aged man calmly replied, "Sir, it seems you don't know how to appreciate women. This Miss Chuchu may be a bit plump, but in my years of experience, she's still a 'top-class' woman... Yes, her figure is a bit out of shape right now, but she's not without merits. At least her breasts are quite full, you should at least admit that!"

The nouveau riche laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, very full. It's just a pity that it's not just her breasts, her whole body is full of fat, especially her waist, those pieces of juicy pork. Hehe, buddy, if you have an appetite for that, I'll really admire you!"

These words clearly resonated with the audience, and several other customers who overheard them also laughed.

The middle-aged man remained remarkably calm: "Having extra weight now doesn't mean you had it in the past, much less that you'll always have it in the future… Ladies and gentlemen, if you have the imagination, imagine what a stunning beauty Miss Chu Chu would be if she lost those twenty-odd pounds of extra weight and shrunk her waist by five inches! How sexy and alluring she would be dancing like this!"

As he spoke, he pointed towards the stage.

The guests followed his finger and saw the voluptuous female singer on stage singing another of Chu Qian's signature songs. Since this was a song that required both singing and dancing, she performed with even more energy than before. Although her singing was affected by her slightly out of breath, showing that her skill was still far from that of the real Chu Qian, her dance moves were quite similar, which was quite remarkable for an amateur imitator.

Especially when she imitated Chu Qian's signature move, swaying her upper body in the most provocative manner, her large, round breasts jiggled in response. Not only was the rhythm perfect, but it also added a touch of allure to her entire being—a feminine charm that could make one temporarily forget her ridiculous obesity, even becoming instantly captivated.

The nouveau riche was also taken aback, his gaze involuntarily fixed on her chest, as if only now realizing that this Miss Chu Chu possessed a pair of unusually full breasts.

For the next half minute, he stared at the singer's trembling breasts, imagining what the middle-aged man had said: what would happen if her waist shrank by five inches while her breasts remained unchanged… Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a surge of excitement and involuntarily swallowed.

This detail did not escape the middle-aged man's notice. He smiled leisurely: "How about it? I was right, wasn't I?"

The nouveau riche grunted, his expression returning to one of disdain.

He admitted to himself that what the other person said made some sense, but it was ultimately just an "ideal" state. Losing weight is not an easy thing. If this chubby female singer could control her weight, she would have done so long ago. Would she have waited until she was on stage to "make a fool of herself"? Haha, besides, how can there be such a good thing in the world? Losing weight only reduces waist circumference, but at the same time, the size of the breasts is guaranteed not to "shrink".

"Brother, if you think this fat pig is so attractive, why don't you take her home and raise her yourself? Once she's a 'lean' type, you can have your way with her, haha!"

"Sir, I must solemnly declare two things. First, I'd be very willing to do what you say, but others might not agree; second, Miss Chuchu isn't a fat pig, she's a rare beauty in my eyes!"

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!" the nouveau riche said with a mocking tone, "Miss Chuchu is 100% beautiful. In my opinion, she's not just 'top-class,' she's practically 'perfect'! Hahaha…"

This was clearly sarcastic, but the middle-aged man shook his head and replied seriously, "No, even if she successfully loses weight, she still can't be considered 'perfect'! Because while her breasts are large and full enough, they haven't reached the 'golden ratio'…"

"Golden ratio?"

"Well, the most perfect pair of full breasts, besides being round and large in shape, should also have many other characteristics. For example, the breasts should be positioned between the second and sixth ribs; the nipples should be located at the intersection of the fourth or fifth rib and the midline of the clavicle; and the ratio of the distance between the two nipples to the shoulder width should be 1:2. Also, the breast axis—that is, the height from the base of the breast to the nipple—should be at almost a 90-degree angle to the chest wall..."

The middle-aged man seemed to have become very interested and started talking non-stop, like an expert who specialized in studying women's breasts.

The nouveau riche, growing impatient, interrupted him bluntly: "Brother, your theories certainly sound plausible, but according to these standards, to have perfect golden ratio proportions, to be firm and not sagging, and to have at least a G cup... Hey, to have all these advantages, and to have naturally large breasts, is incredibly difficult, unless you've had plastic surgery! I've been with at least a thousand big-breasted women, many of whom are minor 'breast models,' but I've never encountered one like it!" "

I admit, such perfect breasts are indeed extremely, extremely hard to find, which is why they're considered 'top-tier' and rare finds! However, as the saying goes, heaven rewards the diligent, and after countless hardships and painstaking efforts, I finally found one!" "

Really? Then could you introduce me to those breasts... oh no, I mean the beautiful woman with those breasts?"

"Oh, if my wife is willing, of course, no problem."

"Why does your wife need to be willing?"

"Because the beautiful woman with those amazing huge breasts is my wife!"

The nouveau riche almost burst out laughing again: "So it's your wife! No wonder you're so proud! Hmm... In that case, your wife is already the most perfect. You must be very infatuated with her, and you can't 'love' her enough!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "love," and several guests who heard him couldn't help but chuckle, knowing that he was using a double entendre.

The middle-aged man, completely unfazed, nodded earnestly: "Of course! To be honest, I 'make love' with my wife at least twice a day... and even that's not enough! Sometimes we've been at it all night, making love countless times, until I'm completely exhausted, but when she comes out of the shower and I see her in her semi-transparent nightgown, her breasts bulging, I immediately get all fired up again, so impulsive I want to make love with her for three days and three nights..."

He spoke vividly, clearly from the bottom of his heart, making those around him both amused and moved. They all thought that either this man's desire was too strong, or his wife was incredibly alluring, seducing him beyond his control. As for whether his wife truly possessed such rare, top-tier breasts, only heaven knew.

"Dude, you make it sound so appealing. I'm so envious of you!"

The nouveau riche winked and made a sarcastic remark, then burst into laughter.

Everyone could tell he was being sarcastic, and the middle-aged man understood perfectly well, but he didn't get angry or even bother to argue. He picked up his glass and leisurely sipped his wine, remaining silent.

The nouveau riche, however, became interested and continued to discuss the topic with those around him, while the female singer on stage began singing Chu Qian's third song.

"...Of course I like big breasts, but my standards aren't that complicated... As long as they're full, fleshy, and elastic, I'm satisfied with those three qualities. There's no need for so many fuss..."

The nouveau riche seemed to remember something, pulled out his wallet from his pocket, and took out a photograph.

"Yesterday I stumbled upon a stunningly beautiful woman with enormous breasts. Wow, those breasts were like a cow's, practically ready to burst with milk... She ignored me, but I secretly snapped a picture of her with my phone... You can see for yourselves, haha... This is a real, big-breasted girl, not something I made up..."

Under the flashing lights, the photo was passed around among the people nearby. Each time it reached someone, a gasp of "Wow!" could be heard. Finally, the photo reached the middle-aged man. He glanced at it, seemed momentarily stunned, took off his sunglasses, looked at it again seriously, and then looked up with a strange smile.

The nouveau riche asked smugly, "So? Does this big-breasted girl fit your 'golden ratio'? I don't know yet, but I dare say, compared to your wife, at least in terms of bust size, she far surpasses her, right?" The middle

-aged man smiled and said, "I can only say they're about the same, um, about the same..."

He shoved the photo back into the nouveau riche's hand, shrugged, stood up, and left on his own.

"Tch, stubborn as a mule!"

The nouveau riche snorted, put away the photo, and gave the man's back the middle finger.

But his friend sitting next to him shoved his hand away, complaining, "You jerk, you have such a loose tongue! Do you even know who that man is?"

"Who is he? Is he some kind of incognito mayor?"

"Come on, I'm not kidding!" his friend snapped, his face full of anger. "I've been giving you those winks, trying to get you to shut up, but you just ignored me!"

The nouveau riche exclaimed in surprise, "What's wrong? Is he some big shot?"

"That's Mr. Yu! Didn't you want to do pharmaceutical business with him? You've tried to meet him several times these past few days, but you haven't been able to. It's this guy!"

The nouveau riche was shocked, exclaiming, "The Mr. Yu recommended by your female bureau chief, Ms. Lin?"

"That's him! Sigh, I felt like I recognized him from the moment he started talking, but I didn't recognize him until he took off his sunglasses… otherwise, I would have changed the subject long ago!"

"Oh no, we missed him right in front of us... Quick, quick, let's go find him!"

The nouveau riche jumped up in a panic, pulling his friend along as they rushed to the dance floor, looking around frantically for the middle-aged man from before. However, the man seemed to have vanished into thin air; they searched every corner but couldn't find him.

The two were greatly disappointed, guessing that he had already left the dance hall, and could only return to their seats dejectedly.

"That Mr. Yu is really something, talking so nonsensically, he doesn't act like a businessman at all!" the nouveau riche muttered indignantly. "I bet he's your Director Lin's mistress, that's why she gave him such an important project, forcing me to cooperate with him..."

At this moment, his friend reached for the nouveau riche's wallet, pulled out the photo again, and said irritably, "Why didn't you tell me you took this photo sooner? Sigh, it's not good to take photos secretly, but to secretly take photos of this woman, and even calling her a 'big-breasted girl' to her face..."

"Could this 'big-breasted girl' also be someone important?" the nouveau riche seemed to realize something, and groaned, "God, don't tell me... she just happens to be Mr. Yu's wife!"

"Not his wife, but his wife's sister!"

"Ah!" The nouveau riche was stunned again, and after a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "So, when he boasted about how good his wife's figure was, he wasn't bragging after all... Damn it! If the older sister's breasts are this big, the younger sister can't be much less so..."

"Damn, you're still thinking about this nonsense! Don't you think about how you'll be able to do your pharmaceutical business in this city after offending him tonight?!"

"Sigh, I'm just thinking about how to salvage the situation! Hmm, if I could become this Mr. Yu... no, his wife's brother-in-law... even if there are any misunderstandings, they could all be resolved immediately, right?"

"I advise you to save your breath. You don't have even the slightest chance!" His friend gave him a dirty look. "Don't you think about it? Your wife's sister is so sexy. If it were you, would you let someone else have her?"

"What? You mean... this Mr. Yu has already... had both sisters?"

"Of course! Although he hasn't publicly admitted it, it's an open secret in their circle! Both sisters live with him and both have children... I heard someone personally hear the sisters' children calling him 'Dad'!"

"Wow... this guy is amazing! I'm starting to admire him a little, hahaha..."

"If you knew what his wife used to do, you'd admire him even more... I'll tell you in detail later..." " Yeah

, I need to take some notes and figure out how to deal with him in the future..."

The two of them found a relatively quiet seat and whispered among themselves. No matter how well the female singer on stage performed, how realistic her voice was, or how provocative her dance moves were, she couldn't attract their attention at all. ********** ... Sigh, it's all because of this fat... If I had a slender figure back then, I would never be this bad... Chu Chu sighed sadly, lay down for a while, then struggled to sit up, opened her handbag, took out a cigarette, skillfully lit it, and took a sullen drag. Inside her handbag was a thick wad of banknotes, the money she had earned from "busking" in F City these past few days. Tomorrow morning, she would quietly leave the city to perform her "Super Imitation Show" elsewhere. Although she was very popular at the "Black Panther" dance hall these days, she knew that imitation shows were ultimately a monotonous form of performance; most of the audience were just looking for something new and would get tired of it soon. Leaving early or late didn't make much difference... Just then, a "knock, knock, knock" sounded at the door. Chu Chu stubbed out her cigarette, lazily walked over and opened the door, where a hotel waiter in uniform stood respectfully, handing her a beautiful large flower basket. "Miss, someone just asked me to bring this flower basket to you..." "Oh, I see!" Chu Chu replied indifferently, took the flower basket, and impatiently waved the waiter away. She didn't even ask who delivered the flowers, nor did she glance at the business card inside the basket, casually tossing it aside. Because she knew without looking that it must have been sent by that "President Yu" again.

From the moment she started performing her impersonation show in F City, she received flower baskets from this "President Yu" every night. However, he never actually appeared before her. Besides sending flower baskets every night without fail, he repeatedly relayed through the "Black Panther" boss his invitation to "have a drink."

As a mature woman, Chu Chu naturally understood what "have a drink" meant. Frankly, given her current circumstances, the fact that a man was willing to spend so much money to support her was already a "surprise," especially since the price he offered was indeed tempting. Yet, she repeatedly refused his invitations.

Because she had completely lost confidence in her figure!

Was he blind? Couldn't he see how much weight she had gained? Perhaps… he had some kind of perverted fetish, specifically wanting to vent his frustrations on obese women? Or… was this so-called invitation just a prank, intended to trick her into going out so he could ridicule and humiliate her? Otherwise, why wouldn't he dare show his face?

Due to these concerns, Chu Chu had consistently refused the invitations, and tonight was no exception.

She thought for a moment, then reached out and hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the door, closed it again, and put the phone receiver aside.

That way, she wouldn't be disturbed tonight!

For the next half hour, Chu Chu took a nice hot shower, watched TV for a while, and around midnight, she was getting sleepy and ready for bed.

But then, the knocking started again at the most inopportune moment.

Chu Chu tried to ignore it, but the knocking grew louder and faster, clearly determined to get what it wanted.

She cursed angrily, got up, hastily threw on a nightgown, and stormed out the door.

Standing there was a fat man, nearly fifty years old, smiling at her.

Chu Chu was startled and blurted out, "You...you are?"

The fat man waved a gold-embossed ID in front of her and introduced himself, "You're Chu Chu? I'm Li Tianming, the director of the F City Criminal Investigation Bureau!"

"Oh...Director Li..." Chu Chu's expression was unnatural, and she asked hesitantly, "It's so late, what do you need me for?"

"Of course I need you for something! Um...can I come in and talk?"

Although Li Tianming's tone sounded like he was asking for her opinion, anyone could tell that he wouldn't allow her any objections.

Chu Chu had no choice but to open the door and let him into the room.

Li Tianming swayed as he sat down on the sofa, looking at Chu Chu with a meaningful gaze, and remained silent for a long while.

Chu Chu felt even more uncomfortable under his gaze. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she said stiffly, "If you say you have something to say, then hurry up and say it. I have to catch a flight early tomorrow morning!"

Li Tianming said with a forced smile, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave, Miss Chu Qian?" "

Who is Director Li talking to? Me?"

"Miss Chu Qian, you're all alone here. Who else am I talking to if not you?"

Chu Chu rolled her eyes at him. "My name is Chu Chu, not Chu Qian! Although I make a living as an impersonator, she and I are two different people!"

Li Tianming laughed loudly. "I don't lie in front of the real person! You can fool others, but you can't fool my eyes! Hey, although you've gained so much weight and are completely different from before, I bet you are Chu Qian herself!"

Chu Chu's round, full face twitched, but she still said firmly, "You've got it wrong! I'll say it again, I'm Chu Chu, not Chu Qian... If you have nothing else, I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep..."

Li Tianming ignored her order to leave, took out a briefcase, and threw it in front of her.

"I had someone collect your fingerprints from the 'Black Panther' dance hall these past few days and compared them with the fingerprints you left when you gave your statement at the police station last year. Do you want to see the results yourself?"

Chu Chu seemed to have been struck in a vital spot, her whole body went limp, and her face turned ashen.

She didn't even have the courage to open the briefcase. She glared fiercely at Li Tianming, gritting her teeth, and said, "You win! Looks like I have no choice but to admit it!"

"Is that so! Lying to me, the head of the criminal investigation department, is a complete waste of time!"

"So what if I lied? I just didn't want to reveal my real identity!" Chu Chu jumped up angrily, screaming with feigned bravado, "I didn't commit fraud, nor did I do anything illegal. I just used the stage name 'Chu Chu' to participate in impersonation shows to earn a little money. What's it to you police? You came here specifically to expose me, just to see me make a fool of myself? You're all such bastards!"

She became more and more agitated, eventually bursting into a tirade of curses, and tears of grievance even streamed down her face.

In an instant, all the bitterness and disappointment of the past year surged into her heart, almost making her want to cry out loud, or even commit suicide.

Who could have imagined that a once wildly popular pop diva would fall to such a state! She has to disguise herself as an ordinary street performer and shamelessly "imitate herself" just to make a living!

It's all because of those damned Category III films!

Chu Qian originally took on Category III films hoping to revive her career, but it backfired, leading to a ban by the authorities and hastening her "death sentence" in the entertainment industry.

No advertising revenue, no film fees, no opportunities for "gig shows," she can only sit and starve… For any artist, this situation is the most terrifying, and Chu Qian is no exception.

Although she earned a considerable fortune during her heyday, most of it was invested in the stock market and real estate. And just when she was being held captive by the sex offender, the stock market plummeted due to the financial crisis. The housing market plummeted, and several relatives took the opportunity to abscond with her money… Almost overnight, she was shocked to find her assets had shrunk to a terrifying degree. While she wasn't reduced to living on the streets, her remaining savings were definitely insufficient to support her for the rest of her life.

In a panic, Chu Qian lost her mind and listened to the persuasion of an unscrupulous real estate agency, mortgaging her only residence, a luxury house, to raise a large sum of money to speculate on extremely risky financial derivatives… The result was predictable: in just over a month, she went from a wealthy woman to a pauper—no, she should be described as a “negative equity person,” worse than a pauper.

Disheartened, Chu Qian had no choice but to tearfully bid farewell to her luxury house and temporarily stay with a friend, experiencing the pain of living as a dependent. Unable to accept such a heavy blow, she drank heavily every day, overate, and lacked exercise. Her once sexy and hot figure quickly went out of shape, swelling up like an inflated balloon, turning her into a disheveled, overweight housewife.

This led to the destruction of her only remaining avenue for making money! Many wealthy and powerful men who coveted her were initially interested in paying to have a relationship with her, but upon seeing her frightening appearance, they all immediately backed down with regret. After that, let alone wealthy and powerful men, even if she were willing to prostitute herself and work in a brothel at "commoner's prices," probably no one would even give her a second glance. At

her wit's end, Chu Qian was almost in despair and even contemplated suicide!

Fortunately, just then, a glimmer of hope unexpectedly appeared. In the city where she was staying, a karaoke bar had been advertising in the media for several days, claiming to be holding a "Super Imitation Show" game. Participants could imitate any celebrity, and as long as the imitation was accurate and unanimously selected by the judges as the winner, they could receive a prize of 100,000 yuan.

If it were the Chu Qian of the past, let alone 10,000 yuan, even 1 million yuan wouldn't be enough to get her to sing a song. But things are different now. When she heard "100,000 yuan", her first feeling was that it was quite a lot.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, she secretly obtained a fake ID and furtively registered... Surprisingly, everything went smoothly. Her singing voice was an instant hit, and she won acclaim for her "Chu Qian impersonation," earning her 100,000 yuan.

Back home, counting the money, Chu Qian suddenly felt a surge of confidence in life. She was also inspired, thinking: this kind of impersonation show is popular in many cities across the country. If she were to participate, although it would be hard work, it would at least be a decent way to make a living.

She made up her mind.

Thus, the world lost a "sexy diva," but quietly gained a wandering female singer with the stage name "Chu Chu."

For the past two months, she has traveled to more than ten different cities, continuing her "Chu Qian impersonation show" performances in numerous bars, nightclubs, and other entertainment venues. Her income ranges from several thousand to tens of thousands of yuan. Although it's less than a fraction of her past appearance fees, she is quite satisfied now.

The only regret is that her plump figure remains unchanged; she hasn't lost the extra weight despite being busy. Otherwise, even a "knock-off" Chu Qian would surely attract the attention of many wealthy men, and she could easily make a fortune just by accompanying a customer for a "drink."

This is because, on one hand, Chu Qian is still depressed and frequently needs to "drain her pain into food," a bad habit she can't break. On the other hand, she worries that if she becomes slim again, people might quickly discover that she is Chu Qian herself. At that point, not only will she be unable to participate in impersonation shows to earn money, but she will also most likely face a more severe ban from the authorities.

Maintaining her current chubby figure, while somewhat ridiculous, is beneficial for her disguise. Even if someone notices that her impersonation of Chu Qian is too perfect, and her facial features are strikingly similar, as soon as they see her body full of fat, they will absolutely not believe she is Chu Qian!

Unexpectedly, despite her best efforts, she made a mistake. Her performance in F City lasted only a few days, and the chubby old bureau chief discovered the truth!

"Damn it! I should never have performed here!"

Chu Qian was filled with regret. F City was where her life's work had been ruined. She had vowed never to set foot in this city again, but circumstances were beyond her control. The "Black Panther" dance hall here offered the highest prize money for an impersonation show—a full 200,000! Driven by profit, she had weighed her options carefully before coming, and had indeed earned the prize money.

But now, she wished she had never come at all!

"Miss Chu Qian, you've misunderstood! I'm not here to mock you; I have no time or inclination for that. I'm here simply to ask you to cooperate with me and do me a favor,"

Li Tianming said kindly, reaching for a tissue on the coffee table and handing it to her.

Chu Qian took the gift, wiped away her tears, and asked in confusion, "What do you need my help with?"

"Participate in the police's 'Operation Yellow Bird' to deal with someone!"

"Who?"

"It's that Mr. Yu who sends you flower baskets every day but never shows his face!"

"Ah, it's him?"

Li Tianming nodded, glanced at his watch, and said, "Call the owner of the 'Black Panther' dance hall right now and ask him to tell the other party that you're willing to accept the invitation to 'have a drink'!"

Chu Qian blurted out, "That's impossible! I'm flying out early tomorrow morning, and I don't even know this person. I don't want to have any entanglement with him!"

"You have no choice, my dear pop star!" Li Tianming said sarcastically, "You impersonated an impersonator and participated in your own impersonation show, which objectively constitutes the crime of 'fraud'! If the news is made public, I think you know very well what the consequences will be!"

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his waistband and threw them on the coffee table with a clatter.

Chu Qian trembled, her face turning deathly pale. She cursed hatefully, "Fuck your mother!"

Li Tianming said darkly, "I'll give you ten minutes to think it over! Do you want to be despicable with me, or do you want me to be even more despicable towards you?"

Chu Qian sighed helplessly, her attitude softening: "Your damned plan is to make me the 'cicada' and you the 'oriole,' and the purpose of the plan is to help you catch the 'mantis'?"

"Smart!" Li Tianming cheered, clapping his hands in a pretentious manner.

"Okay, I'm willing to cooperate with the police! But I have two conditions. First, this is a one-time thing, and there won't be a next time! Please never bother me again!"

"No problem! What's the second one?"

"Second, don't let me see Shi Danai or Meng Xuan! I hate those two bitches to death... No matter what operation you're going to plan, please send other officers! I hate seeing them bossing me around!"

"That's even less of a problem, don't worry!"

Li Tianming paused here, emphasizing his words, and said something that shocked Chu Qian!

"These two policewomen are accomplices of 'Mantis,' they're the accomplices I'm going to deal with! Hey, these three people have committed heinous crimes, and they've always treated me like an idiot, thinking they could easily keep me in the dark! Now I'm going to show them with my actions that although I'm not some 'super detective,' I'm at least an expert who's been working as a police officer for decades!"

[End of Episode 14]

Episode 15 (Final Episode) Chapter 71 The Devilish Female Traffic Policewoman

Chu Qian's spirits lifted, her face full of excitement.

"Really? Shi Da Nai really committed a crime? Hahaha... She's finally got what she deserves! Ha... Great!

You guys should have arrested her a long time ago! With those two huge breasts, she's definitely the root of all evil!

Hahaha..."

She laughed loudly as she spoke, making no attempt to hide her schadenfreude. Everyone could tell that her resentment towards Shi Binglan hadn't subsided.

Li Tianming nodded seriously: "Yes, Da Nai is guilty! I also really want to arrest her as soon as possible, so she can reflect on her actions in prison! However, this crime isn't serious enough; according to the current law, she can't be punished yet!"

Chu Qian rolled her eyes: "Nonsense! Do you need to tell me that? I say, Chief, just be straightforward and tell me exactly what crime she committed! Hey, I really didn't expect this righteous bitch to commit such a 'heinous crime'!"

Li Tianming smiled slightly and spoke to her in a low voice for a moment.

Chu Qian gasped in disbelief after hearing only two sentences. After listening to the whole thing, her face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with fear, shock, and horror; she clearly couldn't accept what she had just heard.

Li Tianming wasn't in a hurry, patiently leaning back on the sofa and waiting quietly. After a while, he said calmly, "Now you understand why I looked for you! Right now, only you are the 'cicada' that the 'mantis' is interested in!"

Chu Qian seemed not to hear him, grabbed a lighter, and lit another cigarette.

Her hand trembled slightly, clearly still very agitated, needing the cigarette to calm herself.

Wisps of smoke escaped from her lips, forming smoke rings.

Li Tianming's heart skipped a beat; he suddenly realized that although this sexy diva had gained considerable weight, her smoking still retained an elegance unique to female celebrities. Although the fat on her cheeks was laughable, the way her full, bright red lips held the filter was still captivating, involuntarily conjuring up an image of her sucking a man's penis.

However, the beautiful scene didn't last long; the female singer quickly put down the half-smoked cigarette and stubbed it out hard in the ashtray.

"Director Li, I think you're overestimating my charm. Things are different now; I'm not the heartthrob I used to be!" Chu Qian said with a bitter laugh, her voice filled with resentment. "That Mr. Yu! Well, you call him a pervert—he comes to my place every day, maybe just to see me make a fool of myself. Asking me to 'have a drink' was just a prank…

Hey, with my current bloated, fat appearance, how could he possibly still have any 'sexual interest' in me!"

"You're wrong! I have a recording here, Yu Xin said it himself tonight, listen to it yourself!"

Li Tianming said, taking out a miniature recorder, placing it on the coffee table, and pressing play.

A chaotic cacophony of sounds came from the recorder: singing, clapping, screaming, and whistling, all mixed together to create a jarring noise.

Chu Qian recognized the sounds as coming from the "Black Panther" dance hall; the singer was herself, so it seemed to have been recorded a few hours earlier.

After a dozen seconds of booming noise, it suddenly subsided, leaving only the clear voices of a few men talking. Although some words were inevitably disturbed by the noise, they were still mostly audible, indicating that the recording had undergone special processing.

"My God, wasn't this supposed to be an impersonation show? I thought it would be a really good impersonation, but what came out was such a fat woman!!" "She does look a bit like Chu Qian. Just a fatter, severely overweight version of Chu Qian! Haha..."

Chu Qian blushed, muttered "Damn it" under her breath, and felt a pang of pain in her heart. Although she had become accustomed to mocking looks these days, most people, out of politeness, wouldn't ridicule her like this to her face, let alone say such offensive things.

When she heard the increasingly outrageous words on the tape, culminating in the description of her as an "ugly fat pig," she trembled with rage, her face flushed red, and she covered her ears with her hands, shouting furiously, "I won't listen anymore! I won't listen anymore...

What the hell do you mean by this? Did you deliberately record this bullshit to try and kill me?"

Li Tianming gestured, his eyes resolute, signaling her to calm down. His expression was serious, indicating he wasn't just idly amusing her.

Chu Qian had no choice but to lower her hands and patiently listen, suppressing her anger.

Half a minute later, her anger gradually faded, replaced by a complex expression—surprise mixed with a hint of smugness, a faint smile even appearing on her lips.

—Miss Chu, although a little plump, in my years of experience, she is still among the most attractive women…! "Miss Chu Chu isn't some fat pig; in my eyes, she's a rare beauty..."

These words came from another man's voice, sounding so familiar, so warm, so full of human touch. "

So well said!"

A warm current surged through Chu Qian's heart, and her eyes involuntarily reddened.

When she was still the "Sexy Queen," she had heard countless men's flattery and praise, a hundred times more pleasing than these words. But since she gained weight and her image was ruined, she hadn't heard even a single word of praise. So these few ordinary, sincere compliments actually gave her a long-lost sense of satisfaction, making her so excited she almost cried.

"Top-notch! So... in his eyes, I'm still considered 'top-notch,' a rare beauty!"

Chu Qian murmured softly, as if immersed in the beautiful past, her full moon-like face glowing, making her look like a happy noblewoman. Although she had gained weight, she had at least regained her confident demeanor, possessing a unique "beauty in her plumpness."

Li Tianming keenly noticed this change and smiled with satisfaction. His face was even fatter than Chu Qian's, making him look like a Maitreya Buddha when he smiled.

"How about that? Now you believe me, right? In Yu Xin's eyes, you're like Yang Guifei—a bit chubby, but still incredibly charming. Hahaha… So he couldn't even wait for you to lose weight; he was already itching to sleep with you!"

Chu Qian was secretly delighted, but on the surface, she deliberately sneered, "That bastard has some conscience, but a few words don't mean anything. Who knows if he's just joking!"

Li Tianming frowned and said, "You're really suspicious… Alright, I'll tell you another inside story.

On your first day performing your impersonation show at the 'Black Panther' dance hall, Yu Xin was already there to support you. Don't you find that strange?

Why is it such a coincidence that you came to…" "You met him again in the city? And why was he able to tell you were Chu Qian just by watching from afar?"

Chu Qian said in astonishment, "How would I know why! Maybe he just guessed and happened to be right!"

Li Tianming sneered, "You're so naive! Let me tell you the truth, I've already summoned the owner of the 'Black Panther' dance hall, and he confessed the truth after I intimidated him. This impersonation show you participated in was entirely at Yu Xin's behest! It was only because Yu Xin generously sponsored the event and asked the dance hall to hold this event that you had the opportunity to come to the city to 'imitate Chu Qian'! Do you understand?"

Chu Qian was shocked and said in a trembling voice, "You...you mean, he meticulously planned a trap to lure me here?"

"What do you think? If it wasn't a trap, what other explanation do you have?"

Chu Qian didn't answer, her breathing suddenly becoming rapid, her full breasts heaving violently.

She seemed to wake up from a dream, and many things flashed through her mind. Some long-held doubts, mysteries buried deep within her heart, were suddenly solved!

Why, months ago, when she was at her wit's end, so depressed she almost committed suicide, did a karaoke bar in the city where she was staying suddenly start holding a "Super Imitation Show"? Why was she able to win first place so easily, earn the prize money, and regain her confidence in life? Why were there similar events in other cities, and why was she, an obese, unknown homeless female singer, doing so well in every event, even receiving competition invitations?

Although Chu Qian had vaguely sensed these past few days that she seemed to have a benefactor secretly helping her, her luck was exceptionally good. But she only thought it was because her luck had finally turned around after suffering a heavy blow, so every night she silently thanked God for not completely abandoning her, still giving her a way to continue living.

Until this moment, the truth was revealed! It turned out that the "God" she should thank was actually the perverted sex fiend who had ruined her life!

Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Chu Qian was at a loss for words.

These past few days had truly shown her the coldness of the world and the fickleness of human relationships, especially after her bankruptcy. The ugly faces of her so-called friends, confidantes, and relatives were all more despicable than the last. In comparison, this perverted lecher was the most "considerate of past relationships," reaching out to help her when she was at her most desperate.

Although she knew his motives weren't pure, and he most likely hoped she would regain her figure and continue being his sex slave, at least he was willing to go to such lengths to give her a chance. And what about the others?

They couldn't even do that.

Thinking of this, Chu Qian was suddenly filled with resentment towards the world, especially those well-dressed so-called "gentlemen"—they were utterly disgusting! No matter how cruel and tyrannical the lecher was, compared to them, he still had some endearing qualities!

"So, what's wrong? Star Singer Chu, you still don't believe this is a trap?" Li Tianming, seeing her lost in thought, mocked impatiently, "Are you like that Shi Binglan you hate, the bigger your breasts, the dumber you are?"

Chu Qian glared at him, annoyed. "I believe you say it's a trap, designed to lure me to F City. But that only proves this Mr. Yu has ill intentions towards me, not that he's a pervert!"

"I've rejected him so many times these past few days. If he were a real pervert, he would have been furious by now! If soft tactics don't work, he'll resort to hard ones. He would have used force or even kidnapped me long ago, which is more in line with the character of a pervert!"

Li Tianming said sternly, "How do you know he didn't want to kidnap you? Hey, if I hadn't sent plainclothes officers to protect you, do you think you'd still be sitting here comfortably talking to me right now?"

Chu Qian was speechless.

Li Tianming softened his tone and said, "To be honest, I've been hoping he'd make a move against you so I could catch him red-handed. But this guy is extremely alert. Although he may not have noticed the officers I deployed, he instinctively sensed the danger. Normally, his retreat would ensure your safety, which is a good thing. But on the other hand, we've also lost the opportunity to bring him to justice!"

Chu Qian snorted and retorted sarcastically, "Ha, so the Chief wanted to use me as bait! Unfortunately, he didn't fall for it. It's useless for you to come to me as bait; you've wasted everyone's time!" "

That's why I came to you for help tonight!" Li Tianming said, enunciating each word clearly, "You are now the only key witness! As long as you're willing to identify the sex offender, we can still put him in court!"

Chu Qian gasped; "You want me... to identify him based on physical characteristics?"

Li Tianming nodded solemnly.

"Even if I identify him, he can still deny it! You just said that Shi Danai and Meng Xuan have already been won over by him. They are also qualified to be 'key witnesses'! If they both insist that he is not a pervert, my testimony alone probably won't count!"

Li Tianming smiled sinisterly. "Don't worry. As long as you cooperate obediently, I have a way to make Yu Xin himself admit his perverted identity and confess his numerous crimes!"

His voice was full of confidence, completely different from the fat, mediocre fat man Chu Qian remembered. His eyes were even as cold and terrifying as Yu Xin's.

Chu Qian couldn't help but shiver and forced a smile, saying, "Let me think about it... and then I'll give you an answer!"

"Okay, I'll give you an hour to think about it. Come find me in the next room when you've made up your mind!"

After Li Tianming finished speaking, he stood up, gave the female singer's round and plump breasts one last lecherous look, and waddled away like a clumsy duck.

At 1:00 AM, at the F City Hot Spring Center.

A stretched luxury Lincoln slowly pulled up and stopped at the entrance.

Its surface was gleaming, and it hadn't even put on license plates yet; it was clearly a brand new car, less than a week old.

The door opened, and six burly bodyguards escorted a thin man with a sinister face as they entered the hot spring center.

"Boss Ding, welcome, welcome!"

The duty manager greeted them with a smile, exchanging pleasantries as he personally led the thin man inside. Two bodyguards followed, while the remaining four stood guard at the entrance.

"Long time no see, Brother Biao! Did your boss buy a new car again? It's awesome!"

The hot spring center's doorman patted one of the bald bodyguards on the shoulder affectionately, clearly indicating they had known each other for a while.

The bald man chuckled, "Just bought it three days ago. The boss is really treasuring it; even I haven't driven it yet!"

The doorman exaggeratedly exclaimed "Wow!" a few times, praising the Lincoln for a while, then brought over several cans of beer for the bodyguards to drink.

After downing half a can in one gulp, the bald man looked around at the empty road and said somewhat strangely, "Xiao Yang, is business slow lately? Why are there so few customers tonight?"

"It's not that there are fewer customers, it's that there are fewer cars parked in front!" the gatekeeper said helplessly, spreading his hands. "Our city traffic police have a new regulation: parking is only allowed in marked areas around here! Just now, a few cars happened to drive away, so your long-wheelbase vehicle was able to park here. Otherwise, you'd have to drive to the nearby underground parking lot!"

"What?" the bald man exclaimed in surprise. "What kind of ridiculous regulation is this? It's so damn inconvenient!"

"You're right! Sigh, whenever they check for illegal parking, not only does the car owner get heavily fined, but our hot spring center gets fined too!"

"These damn traffic cops are just using regulations as an excuse to increase their income!" the bald man cursed indignantly. "Damn it, no wonder people say it's not the mafia they're afraid of, but the darkness of society!"

Another bodyguard chimed in with a laugh, "Even if there are regulations, you guys are being too cautious! Those traffic cops have long since gone off duty at night, who would be checking at this hour?"

The gatekeeper said with a wry smile, "Most traffic cops are indeed too lazy to check, but this new 'she-devil' is incredibly thorough when she checks! Every time it's her turn to patrol at night, we're on edge..."

"Wait, what did you say this female traffic cop is? She-devil?"

"Yeah, that's the nickname everyone gave her! She has a stunningly beautiful figure, and she's the devil among devils!"

"Ha, isn't that great? Why don't you persuade her to work here? She'll definitely make a fortune!"

the bald man said with a lewd laugh, and the other three bodyguards also chuckled lewdly. They knew that this so-called hot spring center had many massage girls, and that it was secretly rife with blatant prostitution.

The gatekeeper stuck out his tongue: "My God, we should be thankful she didn't tear this place down! This woman has a devilish figure, but her personality is just as terrifying. Especially when she's on duty, if you break the traffic rules, she'll be like a 'devil warrior,' relentlessly pursuing you until you receive the punishment you deserve!"

The bald man whistled: "Such a formidable female traffic cop, I'd really like to see her in action... Hey, will she be out patrolling tonight?"

Before the gatekeeper could answer, the roar of an engine came from afar, and a police motorcycle appeared in the night, speeding towards them.

"Ah, speak of the devil! The she-devil is here... Hopefully, she won't cause us any more trouble tonight!"

the gatekeeper muttered, his expression somewhat stiff.

The four bodyguards turned around and saw the motorcycle already parked at the entrance of the hot spring center, a female traffic cop half-straddling it, wearing a helmet, maintaining a one-legged stance. A pair of oversized sunglasses covered half her face, making her look as "cool" as a female race car driver.

She slowly surveyed the few cars around her, then suddenly turned to the security guard and asked, "Whose Lincoln is this?"

Her voice was pleasant, but her tone was chillingly cold, like that of an emotionless robot.

"This...this..."

the security guard stammered, his right hand gesturing repeatedly to the bald man behind his back, trying to get them to answer.

However, the four bodyguards, including the bald man, completely ignored him. Their eyes were wide open, noticing the long, shapely leg of the female traffic policewoman supporting her weight. Between her black police boots and knee-length skirt, a section of her snow-white thigh was exposed, particularly striking under the lights.

"Speak! Who owns the car?"

the female traffic policewoman glared at the security guard and asked coldly again.

The security guard broke out in a sweat and could only nod to the four bodyguards.

The female traffic policewoman's face darkened, and she jumped off the motorcycle with her right leg. Because of the large movements, her knee-length skirt flared out, revealing more of her smooth thighs, and a glimpse of her cleavage flashed beneath.

She took off her helmet, and her hair immediately began to flutter, along with the bright red tie on her uniform, dancing wildly in the night wind.

The bodyguards stared, their eyes wide, only then realizing that the female traffic policewoman not only had snow-white thighs, but her breasts were also unexpectedly high and full. Because her tie was undone and only the second button of her uniform was fastened, a black bra was clearly visible through her collar. Her ample breasts, equally white as her thighs, were pressed together by the bra cups, creating an extremely deep and alluring cleavage.

"Wow! She really is... a devil among devils..."

the bald man blurted out, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. But the next second, a thought of doubt suddenly arose in his mind. "How could there be such a female traffic policewoman! Her uniform is so casually open, and her skirt is clearly shorter than others, as if she deliberately exposed her cleavage and thighs...

This..." Thinking this, the bald man immediately became alert, coughing and reaching for the dagger at his waist. The other three bodyguards also tacitly assumed a heightened alert posture.

The female traffic policewoman seemed oblivious, walking straight up to them and coldly asking, "Which one of you is the owner?"

The bald man, though annoyed by her tone, didn't want to offend her easily, so he replied, "We're just bodyguards. The owner is our boss; he's gone into the hot springs!"

"Please call him out; I have something to ask him!"

"Sorry, the boss just went in; he won't be out anytime soon!"

"How long?"

"I don't know!"

"I'm on official duty; I don't have time to wait for him!"

Sensing the escalating tension, the gatekeeper quickly bowed and scraped before the female officer, trying to smooth things over: "Hey, ma'am, what's going on tonight? This car is parked within the boundaries; it's not in violation!"

"No, it isn't. But I just received a report that a Lincoln hit an elderly woman in the suburbs and drove off without a second thought..."

"That's none of our business!" the bald man quickly said. "Our boss is a philanthropist; he wouldn't do something so unethical...

It must be another Lincoln!"

"I've been patrolling all this way and only seen this Lincoln, and it doesn't even have license plates, so it's the most suspicious!"
The bald man was speechless for a moment. Yes, there were only five or six Lincolns in this city at most, so it was reasonable for them to suspect him.

"Anyway, this has nothing to do with us. The boss won't be out anytime soon!"

"Then hand over the car keys, I need to impound the car for inspection!"

The female traffic officer said, extending her hand, her harsh tone leaving no room for negotiation.

The bald man got angry and shouted, "Hey, I'm giving you face, don't push your luck! Our boss knows your mayor, how dare you, a mere traffic officer, be so arrogant?"

"Fuck! Impound your mother's ass, get the hell out of here!"

One of the strongest bodyguards shouted insults, simultaneously shoving the female traffic officer in the chest with a very rough motion.

A scream of pain rang out as the female traffic policewoman twisted the bodyguard's wrist, then crouched down, throwing him off her back so hard he landed face-first on the ground.

Chaos erupted. The bald man and his two other bodyguards drew their daggers, shouting and lunging at her, but the female officer casually pulled out a stun gun. Calmly and resolutely, she countered with lightning speed, the crackling of the electric shocks punctuating the cries of pain. In moments, she had them all subdued, her movements swift and clean.

The security guard was terrified, screaming in alarm. Several other security guards who had been dozing were jolted awake and rushed to notify the duty manager.

"You…who are you?"

the bald man asked, his voice trembling as he collapsed to the ground in excruciating pain. He found it hard to believe a female traffic policewoman could be so skilled; a female detective would be more likely.

Two police boots slammed down in front of him, and a cold voice boomed from above: "Give me the car keys, or call your boss out!"

The bald man gritted his teeth, struggling to lift his head. His gaze followed the black boots upwards, landing on two snow-white, rounded thighs, then an absurdly short uniform skirt, and then a clear glimpse of what lay beneath. "Ahhh! Such a thin thong… God, am I dreaming… It's practically a rope, it doesn't cover anything at all…"

The bald man groaned inwardly, greedily eyeing the sight, but stubbornly replied, "Since you're a traffic cop, impounding the car is easy, just call a tow truck. Why bother me with the keys!"

The female traffic cop sneered, seemingly unconcerned about being exposed, and simply took out her phone, ordering a tow truck to be dispatched.

Just then, the duty manager arrived. Seeing her, he said with a mournful face, "Grandma, why are you here again?

We haven't broken any rules today! All the cars are parked neatly!"

"This isn't your business. I'm looking for them—" the female traffic officer said, pointing to the four bodyguards lying on the ground, "and their boss. Bring him out, I'll leave after I've asked him!"

The manager hurriedly bowed and scraped, "Their boss is a guest, enjoying himself inside. We don't want to interrupt him.

Why don't you sit in the lounge for a while, and once he's finished and walks out this door, you can do whatever you want with him!"

The female traffic officer said impatiently, "I can't wait that long. If you don't want to ask him to come out, fine, I'll go in and find him myself!"

With that, she strode inside.

The manager hurriedly stopped her, saying with a troubled expression, "If you go in now, we can't do any business..."

The bald man lying on the ground also shouted, "This woman is just a traffic cop, what right does she have to search people?

Besides, even if she's a detective, she can't just do whatever she wants without a search warrant!"

The other bodyguards, doormen, and security guards all echoed him. The manager nodded in agreement, his attitude polite and respectful, but his tone was firm, resolutely refusing to let the female traffic cop go in to search.

The female traffic cop seemed to have not expected this situation, her steps froze, and she was speechless for a moment.

The bald man was very pleased with himself, chuckling lewdly, "I'll teach you a trick! If you're so eager to go in and find our boss, why don't you come work here? As long as the manager is willing to hire you as a female employee, you can go in and take a bath with our boss right away.

Hahaha..."

He laughed very unrestrainedly, clearly having gone all out. But this time, no one else echoed him, and the manager looked embarrassed, repeatedly shaking his head and saying he dared not.

The female traffic policewoman, seemingly inspired, smiled faintly: "Manager, I'd also like to go in for a soak in the hot spring. As a customer, I have the right to go in and spend money, right?"

The manager hesitated, then said, "A customer... of course you can go in. But you really have to come to soak in the hot spring..."

"Of course I really do! I can pay first!"

The female traffic policewoman said calmly, walking to the counter, glancing at the price list on the wall, taking out her wallet, counting out a few hundred-yuan bills, and slapping them on the counter.

The manager had no choice but to instruct the receptionist to accept them, then beckoned over a female employee and whispered a few words to her, before smiling and making a welcoming gesture.

"As long as you follow the rules here and don't disturb other guests, you're very welcome. I'll have them give you a VIP card in a moment; you can get a 20% discount when you pay!"

So, under the watchful eyes of the four bodyguards, the female traffic policewoman, head held high, followed the female employee up to the second floor and entered the women's changing room.

"Please put your personal belongings in this compartment... Here's the key, please lock it and tie it to your wrist... Please note that according to the rules here, you can only continue walking in after you've taken off your clothes. Otherwise, other customers will have complaints, and we'll have to ask you to leave..."

"Understood!"

The female traffic police officer interrupted her, reaching her right hand to her chest to unbutton her uniform.

1:30 AM. West Lake Hotel, F City.

"So? Have you thought it through?"

Li Tianming sat back down on the sofa, staring at Chu Qian with a forced smile.

"I've thought it through. I can cooperate with you to bring this pervert to justice! But you have to agree to one condition!"

Chu Qian held up one finger, speaking in an uncompromising tone.

"What are the conditions?"

"I want a reward! Five million!"

Li Tianming almost jumped up: "Five million? You might as well rob us! Two years ago, our police station offered a reward of only 500,000 for the capture of the pervert himself!"

"Yeah, you know it was two years ago! Hey, two years ago you could buy a unit in the city center for 500,000. With today's skyrocketing housing prices, can you still buy one? Two years ago, I was a popular female singer, even if you offered five million, you might not be able to hire me!"

Chu Qian's voice grew louder and louder, her emotions running high, almost slamming her hand on the coffee table!

"Helping you deal with the sex offender is fine, but after that, who knows if his accomplices will retaliate?

Don't tell me the accomplices are just those two busty policewomen; I have no interest in knowing that… I only know that the safest thing to do is to live an anonymous life and quietly pass the rest of my days. In other words, this money is essentially my 'sale price.' I only want five million; is that too much to ask?" "

Don't get excited, calm down… I admit, from a humanitarian perspective, five million isn't a lot, but the problem is our police department has limited funds; we can't afford such a large sum… One million would be acceptable!"

"Come on! Everyone knows you police officers are all 'parasites.' Nightclubs, saunas, hair salons—which one doesn't 'pay tribute' to you? A police department this big must have at least tens of millions in illicit income every year!

If you can't even embezzle five million, won't your colleagues laugh you to death?"

"Nonsense! There's no tens of millions… Let's settle for two million! No more!"

"Four and a half million!"

"Three million!"

"Four million!"

The two sides, like negotiating opponents at a negotiating table, actually started haggling. After arguing for a long time, Li Tianming finally conceded and agreed to "a deal for four million."

Chu Qian breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled radiantly.

"Okay, how do you want me to catch the pervert for you? Tell me quickly!"

1:40 a.m. F City Hot Spring Center.

In a VIP room in the "massage area" on the second floor, more than a dozen half-naked women dressed only in revealing outfits lined up, each with a professional smile, vying to flirt with the customers.

There were three customers. Two of them, burly men, were obviously bodyguards, standing shirtless on either side of the large bed, their eyes already shooting out hungry flames, their shorts bulging high, looking like they were ready to pounce at any moment.

However, the women paid no attention to the two bodyguards, their eyes all focused on the skinny man leaning against the bed. Although he looked old and thin, he was still the boss, and only those he favored could earn a hefty tip.

Unfortunately, this skinny boss clearly didn't find any of them appealing. With a wave of his hand, he expressionlessly chased all the beauties away.

The girls were very disappointed and could only mutter quietly as they walked away. The two bodyguards also secretly lamented the loss and cautiously reminded the boss that this was the last batch of girls, and there were no more to choose from.

The skinny man seemed very disappointed: "Really no one else? Go ask again, are there any top-tier girls with other customers?"

"There really aren't any left, boss!" one of the bodyguards replied, "Several madams came out for you to choose from just now. They usually don't take customers..."

The skinny man scoffed: "Bullshit! What woman working here doesn't take customers? As long as the money is enough, even female celebrities will spread their legs and obediently get fucked!"

The two bodyguards nodded repeatedly, flattering the boss and praising his wisdom.

The skinny man, however, was disheartened. He sighed and said, "Forget it, since there's nothing good here, let's try our luck at another place! Let's go!"

He got out of bed and walked out of the private room. The two bodyguards followed him out.

They had only taken a few steps when they suddenly heard steady footsteps coming from the corridor ahead.

The skinny man looked up, his eyes lighting up instantly.

A tall, incredibly curvaceous woman was walking towards them, like a lingerie model from a TV commercial. She was wearing only a daring black lingerie set, but large black sunglasses covered her face. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, creating a striking contrast with her fair and smooth skin, making her half-naked body appear even more radiant and exuding a mysterious beauty.

"Wow! Super big boobs!"

the skinny man exclaimed, almost unable to believe his eyes. The two bodyguards beside him were even more lustful, their erections practically bursting out of their groins.

As underworld figures, they had seen and played with their fair share of busty women, but none compared to the one before them. In terms of size alone, they were in a completely different league.

Under the lights, it was clear that this super-busty beauty's bra was enormous, far larger than any of the other women they had seen, yet it fit her so tightly. The two bowl-like cups could barely contain her incredibly full breasts, at least half of the snow-white flesh piled up like cotton, exposing themselves and enticing everyone's gaze.

Even more captivating was the way her breasts heaved with each step. The heavy, trembling weight, the astonishing amplitude of the waves, and the unparalleled bounce were impossible to conceal even through the bra; one could only imagine the breathtaking spectacle it would create without it.

The skinny man's heart pounded as he imagined the scene after removing the bra. Suddenly, his nose stung, and blood started flowing.

He grabbed the towel around his waist and hastily wiped away the blood, turning to his two bodyguards and yelling, "You two useless idiots! What kind of eyesight do you have! There's clearly another super-busty woman here, why didn't you bring her to my room? Damn it, I almost missed a top-quality find!"

The two bodyguards stammered, explaining that she must have just started her night shift and hadn't seen her.

"Stop talking nonsense! Bring her here!"

the skinny man roared, practically ready to kick them in the butts.

The two bodyguards hurriedly agreed and rushed forward. But they were still more than ten meters apart. In the time it took to talk, the busty beauty had already pushed open the door to the first private room in the corridor and gone inside.

"Damn it, I'm too late!"

the skinny man thought to himself. How could such a stunning woman be allowed to enter another guest's room?

It wouldn't be surprising if they stayed all night, which would mean he wouldn't be able to satisfy his intense desire to remove her bra and play with those big breasts tonight.

The two bodyguards were also stunned, stopping halfway and not knowing what to do.

But the next second, the busty beauty reappeared at the door of the private room. Seemingly rejected by the customers, she coldly uttered an "Sorry" and strode out.

The skinny man was overjoyed and hurriedly waved to her, signaling her to come over.

But the busty beauty ignored him, calmly walking towards the second private room, clearly intending to continue promoting herself. However, this time, she only pushed open the door for a few seconds before hearing another "Sorry" and seeing her come out again.

The third, the fourth… the same thing happened every time… Eventually, she seemed to have become impatient from being turned away so many times, even too lazy to say "Sorry." Her pretty face, wearing sunglasses, became even colder, but she stubbornly pushed open the doors of each private room.

Only then did the skinny man realize something was wrong. It didn't make sense! Were all these customers blind? Couldn't they see she was a super busty woman? Otherwise, why wouldn't anyone want her?

At this moment, the private rooms ahead erupted in noise. Several naked men rushed out of the rooms, chasing after the busty beauty and shouting.

"Don't go, big-breasted girl... I'm very satisfied with you, I didn't say I didn't want you!"

"Madam! Madam, come here! Tonight I want this girl, I want to have a milk cannon with her!"

"Hey, hey, what number is this girl? How can she be so rude..."

Before the words were finished, two cries of pain were heard. The two men who had been chasing the closest and brazenly reaching out to take advantage of her were hooked by the busty beauty's outstretched foot and both fell flat on their backs.

The skinny man blurted out, "Wow, this girl's got some skills!"

"More than just some skills, boss! That move was impressive!"

The two bodyguards quickly returned to his side, looking somewhat nervous. After all, they were experts and could tell at a glance that the other woman's skills were definitely professionally trained.

"I'm not a prostitute, I'm here to find the owner of a Lincoln! If you don't want a beating, stay away from me!"

The busty beauty said this in a harsh tone, ignoring the men and continuing on her way.

A chorus of curses erupted, but no one dared to chase after her.

The skinny man was startled and exclaimed, "A Lincoln? Is she here to see me?"

His voice wasn't loud, but the busty beauty clearly heard him. Her gaze, hidden behind her sunglasses, swept over him before she walked straight towards him.

The skinny man involuntarily took a step back, instinctively sensing danger.

Although the woman was still the same woman, her breasts still heaving with each step, somehow, she seemed completely different to the skinny man; all his desire vanished without a trace.

The two bodyguards were even more vigilant, their eyes fixed on the busty beauty's every move. Although she was only dressed in a bikini, looking no different from a prostitute, her gait was steady, powerful, and rhythmic, like a female soldier on a mission.

"Sir, you mean you're the owner of the Lincoln?"

The busty woman stopped and asked coldly as she approached.

The skinny man replied warily, "Yes. And you are—"

"I'm a traffic police officer from this city! You're suspected of being involved in a traffic accident. Please come with me immediately for investigation!"

"What accident? You must be mistaken, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Whether you're mistaken or not, you'll find out after you cooperate with our investigation!"

"Funny! Why should I cooperate with you?" The skinny man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing she was just a traffic police officer, and his attitude immediately became arrogant. "Even the top officer in your police force, Director Li Tianming, has to give me some face! You, a mere traffic police officer, dare to investigate me? This is ridiculous!"

"Please come with me for investigation, don't waste my time!"

the busty female traffic police officer said rigidly, as if she didn't understand him.

"Hey, what a big mouth! Go ahead and drag me back if you dare!"

The skinny man rolled his eyes and turned to leave. He never wanted to cause trouble when he didn't know who the other party was.

He'd only taken a couple of steps when he heard shouts and kicks from his bodyguards behind him; a fight had broken out.

The skinny man pulled off the towel around his waist and quickened his pace, running towards the other end of the corridor. He had a feeling that two bodyguards probably couldn't stop the other side.

Crossing the corridor and going downstairs, he saw a steaming hot spring pool. Three or four staff members were looking around anxiously at the edge of the pool, including the duty manager.

"Boss Ding, you're here!"

The manager ran over, sweating profusely, and whispered something nervously in the skinny man's ear.

"Ah, those big-breasted women really came for me?" The skinny man was both shocked and furious, cursing, "Why didn't you send someone to warn me sooner? What good is it to tell me now!" "

I thought you were still soaking in the hot spring, I didn't expect you to go up so quickly..."

the manager said aggrievedly. In his memory, this regular customer would always soak in the hot spring for an hour first, feeling completely relaxed before going to the private room to enjoy himself. So when he saw the female traffic police officer enter the changing room, he came here immediately to warn her in advance, but he couldn't find her anywhere, and instead wasted time.

"Enough nonsense! Take me out the back door..."

The skinny man suddenly froze, staring in horror at the corridor.

The manager turned around and saw the female traffic police officer already in sight, blocking the only exit like a female assassin.

The skinny man's face turned ashen, he couldn't believe that his two most capable bodyguards had been taken down so quickly. The beautiful woman, seemingly unaffected, continued her leisurely stroll.

"Who are you? I have no grudge against you, why are you pushing me so hard?"

The skinny man forced himself to remain calm, thinking that even if he died, he'd at least know the truth.

"I told you, I'm a traffic cop. Please come with me for questioning!"

"I already said you've got the wrong person! I swear, that traffic accident has nothing to do with me!"

Mei Fan needed to investigate to find out. "If it really has nothing to do with me, I'll let you go!"

The skinny man couldn't help but laugh and cry. Could the other woman really just be a female traffic cop? But for a so-called "suspect" whose identity wasn't even confirmed, she was willing to expose herself and venture into this place alone, determined to achieve her goal—wasn't that a huge sacrifice?

At this moment, the dozen or so guests soaking in the hot spring were startled. Looking up and seeing a half-naked beauty strutting in, they assumed it was part of a planned event and excitedly cheered and made a fuss.

"Grandma, you promised to follow the rules here and not disturb the other guests! How can you go back on your word?"

The manager, with a mournful face, timidly reached out to stop the female traffic police officer, but was startled and withdrew his hand after being glanced at by her.

"Where did I go back on my word?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're a female guest, you should come here directly to soak in the hot spring, why did you go to the men's massage area?"

"Which rule says female guests can't enter the massage area?"

The manager was speechless for a moment, and after a long pause, he smiled bitterly and said, "There's no rule. However, you shouldn't have caused trouble for Boss Ding in the massage area..."

"I didn't cause him trouble, I just wanted to ask him a few questions."

After the female traffic police officer finished speaking, she impatiently pushed the manager aside and strode towards the skinny man.

With a "plop," the skinny man jumped into the hot spring in a moment of panic, splashing water three feet high.

The surrounding guests, unaware of the cause and effect, became even more excited at the prospect of a spectacle, fearing the busty beauty would be kicked out. They all started joking, half-seriously.

"Miss, you have the right to stay and soak in the hot spring! We support you! Come on down and join us!"

"Manager, there's no rule against women coming in. This is serious gender discrimination; be careful you don't get sued!"

"However, I firmly support the rule that you can only soak in the hot spring naked!"

"Yes, yes, as long as this lady takes off her clothes and joins us, we warmly welcome her! Manager, if you kick her out, we'll never come again!"

Amidst the chaotic shouts, the female traffic policewoman reached the edge of the pool. Perhaps due to the rising steam obscuring her vision, she finally removed her sunglasses and tossed them aside.

A pale, beautiful, cold, and weary face appeared in everyone's sight.

Without even glancing at anyone around her, she bent down, first removing her thong, then reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Her movements were mechanical yet clean and efficient, as if she were changing in her own bedroom.

And so, these two last pieces of clothing silently fell to the edge of the pool.

Before anyone could fully see this incredibly sexy and alluring body, the female traffic policewoman leaped up and plunged into the hot spring with a "plop," swimming towards the skinny man like a mermaid.

The skinny man was terrified, scrambling and tumbling towards the other side of the pool. Just as he was about to reach the shore, a sudden pain shot through the back of his neck as he was abruptly pulled back. His head sank involuntarily, and he was pushed underwater, choking on several mouthfuls of water.

He instinctively struggled desperately, but to no avail; he only choked more violently. Suddenly, the pressure on his neck eased, and his head surfaced again.

Gasps erupted from the crowd, mixed with the manager's anxious pleas.

The skinny man coughed repeatedly, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He had barely managed a few greedy breaths of fresh air when his head was suddenly pushed back underwater, causing him to choke on water again.

Just when he thought he was about to drown, he was pulled out of the water, given a couple of breaths, and then forcibly submerged once more.

This repeated four or five times before the hand gripping the back of his neck finally moved away.

Exhausted, the skinny man surfaced, completely disoriented, feeling as if his stomach was filled with water. He couldn't help but vomit violently, almost bringing up his bile.

"Grandma, spare me, spare me... I'll never do it again... That Lincoln wasn't mine at all... I just borrowed it to pretend to be a big shot for a few days..."

The skinny man vomited and begged incoherently, revealing all his secrets before the other party could even ask.

The female traffic police officer's voice was cold: "I'm not interested in these things, I'm not a detective!"

"Then... what do you want to ask me?" "

Come back with me, I'll ask you everything, and if it really has nothing to do with you, I'll let you go!"

The female traffic police officer repeated these words, then climbed ashore and walked forward naked.

The skinny man had no choice but to struggle ashore as well, obediently following behind, no longer daring to run away.

The entire pool fell silent instantly, everyone seemed stunned, their eyes all fixed on the naked beauty, as if looking at a monster.

Her hair was completely soaked, hanging down from her shoulders, just covering her towering breasts.

However, with her steady steps, her full, large, snow-white breasts jiggled violently in front of her chest. Due to the excessive bouncing, they would occasionally peek out from under her hair, giving glimpses of their entirety.

Drops of water constantly splattered from her chest, dripping down or meandering down her undulating, shapely body.

The scene was undeniably alluring, but not a single man dared to utter a single flirtatious word, or even breathe loudly.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the female traffic policewoman walked to the pool as if no one else was there, picked up her bra and thong, put them on, then donned sunglasses, and walked out without a word.

The skinny man naturally followed closely behind. The two of them crossed the aisle one after the other, their figures disappearing from sight.

"It's alright, everyone! It was a misunderstanding... Please bear with it, it's really all over now..."

The manager wiped the sweat from his brow, bowing and apologizing repeatedly, and announced that everyone would get a 20% discount when settling the bill tonight.

However, no one paid attention to what he was saying; the guests looked at each other, still replaying the unbelievable scene in their minds.

"Did you see that? That woman seems to be breastfeeding; her breasts are still leaking milk!"

"Yeah, yeah, I saw it too! At first, I thought it was water droplets, but then I saw the white streaks on her body—it's clearly milk!"

"I didn't notice that, but I saw a tattoo on her butt; it looks like the character '威' (Wei)!"

"She looks familiar, like I've seen her somewhere before..."

"She looks a bit like the 'Breast Protector Angel' model from the TV commercial... especially the way she walks, she really looks like both a policewoman and a model..." "

Indeed, now that you mention it, I remember, she really looks like that model... Damn, could it be that model herself?!" "

It's definitely her! I recognized her as soon as she took off her sunglasses... And those breasts, where else but her could you find a woman with that size?"

"Ah, I heard the 'Breast Protector Angel' model used to be a female detective, and she was known as the 'Number One Police Flower'!"

"Number One Police Flower? The one whose surname is... Shi?"

"Yes, Shi Binglan! I'm sure it's Shi Binglan!"

The name seemed to possess a magical power, instantly silencing everyone. After a long while, someone finally broke the silence with a murmur.

"So she's Shi Binglan! Tsk tsk tsk... Her figure is amazing, even more devilish than the legends say.

But she's too cold, too savage, and seems quite颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, decadent, or颓废)..."

"She didn't seem like this before... Could she have suffered some kind of trauma and her mind is a little off?"

"No way, I think she's perfectly lucid, it's just that her personality has completely changed..."

In the scalding hot spring, the crowd continued to discuss, all filled with curiosity about what would happen that night. It wasn't until much later that they reluctantly dispersed, each going to the massage area to find their own fun.

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