[Urban] Fuse (Complete) - 1-3

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Chapter 1

June 24th, Tuesday.

I left home at 6:30 PM.

My wife, Wang Hui, was away on a business trip for a week, so I didn't need to make up an excuse for the evening. I received a coded message on my phone yesterday, indicating we were to meet today, and I guessed it was probably for something else.

I don't know when this will end, but I had to go.

Arriving at the bus stop, it was rush hour. Several No. 7 buses passed by, but there wasn't a single spot to stand. When a bus finally stopped, I quickly squeezed in.

The bus was already a human-packed space, so even though the air conditioning was set low, the stench of sweat filled everyone's nostrils. Thin clothes offered no protection against the pressure on the skin, especially for the young women. Usually, they enjoy the air conditioning in their offices, elegant and noble, only to be admired from afar; but now, their breasts and buttocks were flattened by the crowd, and even their self-esteem was crushed and thrown to the ground, trampled upon.

I also knew that extra caution was needed at times like this; pickpockets were everywhere in the city, and a moment's carelessness could mean losing everything in my bag. However, I didn't have anything valuable on me.

A few years ago I had a car, but now I can only take the bus.

Suddenly, someone pressed tightly against my back. Although I couldn't turn around, the soft touch of two mounds behind the hard bra still traveled up my back to my chest, sending a rush of blood to my head.

Lately, my sex life with my wife had been unsatisfying, and my desires were quite strong.

I didn't move or turn around.

With the bumps of the bus, the two soft mounds on my back moved up and down, like a series of intoxicating massages.

So good… A moment later, a hand landed on my shoulder, and another wrapped around my waist.

This was too much! I turned my head in shock.

In an instant, our eyes met.

It was a face vividly contorted with fear, a face flushed crimson with the pounding of a deer's heart, a face trembling with a helpless timidity.

Seeing me looking at her, a hint of shyness welled in her eyes. It was a delicate face, perhaps washed away from the fatigue of work because she was going home; she wore no makeup, and under the car's interior light, she appeared soft and refined, with red lips and white teeth.

She must be a high-level white-collar worker at some company, I thought.

With such a beautiful woman before me, and her constant winking, she leaned close to my ear and whispered, in a voice only I could hear, "Could I stand in front of you?" Before I could agree, she had already squeezed her way to me, and as the car jolted, she wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Hold me," she whispered.

I heard her clearly, but I didn't move. I felt a chill run down my spine from the malicious gaze fixed on my back, and I already had a pretty good idea of what was happening. For over a year, though against my will, I've developed a habit of avoiding getting involved in trouble.

She repeated herself, her voice louder than before.

"You? Me?" I couldn't pretend to be confused any longer and was about to speak.

"Don't speak!" she quickly stopped me, her eyes pleading, tears welling up.

I sighed softly, released the handrail with my right hand and reached into my pocket, wrapping my left arm around her waist. For a moment, her body convulsed, trembling slightly. She then nestled into my arms.

"They touched me!" she whispered again.

"Oh!" I glanced back slightly; there were two or three men behind me, their eyes clearly different from ordinary people's, a perverted and lewd look, staring at me.

The car jolted again, but I didn't move.

"Don't turn around! I'm scared!" she stopped me from looking back at the man behind me. I patted her back reassuringly, pretending to be relaxed. Actually, I was a little nervous too. My hand gripped the metal keychain tightly in my pocket. There were three men behind me, all shorter than me; surely they wouldn't dare to openly assault me on the bus.

Strange, why was she afraid of being harassed by others but not by me? Did she know I was a lecherous man who only looked and didn't act?

When the bus arrived at the dental hospital, many people got off. I quickly grabbed an empty seat near the door and pulled her to sit down.

"You stand next to me, they haven't gotten off yet!" she whispered.

The station was already packed, and even more people squeezed in at the bus door. A girl was squeezed flat against the door, unable to get on. I reached out and pulled her up, and she stood next to me.

"Thank you!" the girl smiled brightly.

The three men hadn't left, probably reluctant to leave their prey. But they seemed wary of me and didn't move forward. They probably wanted to wait until I left before coming back. I pretended to look out the window, only occasionally glancing at them out of the corner of my eye. As long as they didn't approach me, I didn't want to get into trouble.

When we reached Chengdu Road, I got off the bus, and two girls actually got off with me. The pretty girl even walked up to me and put her arm around my left arm.

"Do you both live on Chengdu Road?" I asked.

"I don't..." the girl from the dental clinic said, "I was being followed. At No. 26 Middle School, two thieves stared at me for a long time and even got on the bus with me. Look, those two over there. When they saw me next to you, you pulled me back, and they didn't dare come any closer. I'm going to the supermarket first, and then I'll find someone I know to walk with. Thank you, goodbye! You two are such good people, I envy you! I think I should find a boyfriend to protect me too. I'm leaving!" Turning a corner, the girl quickly disappeared into the crowd.

I suddenly felt like laughing. That girl actually mistook us for a couple?

"Where do you live?" I asked the pretty girl.

"I live in the same neighborhood as you!" she said sweetly, still with her arm around mys.

"I don't live here, I'm here on business." "I know, you live in Dongyang Community, right? I live there too." The girl blinked.

"Oh, I didn't see you earlier!" I was quite surprised; my home is six or seven bus stops away. But I hadn't seen her at the station when I got on the bus. "I just got off

work, and instead of going home, I came here to meet a friend for some business." "Oh, really... I've never seen you before." I've only lived in Dongyang Community for a little over a year, and I usually keep a low profile and don't want to interact with many people. Apart from a few familiar faces at the convenience store and the property management office, I don't know most of my neighbors.

"But I know you. We often come back on the same bus, but you're always standing." "Then how do you remember me?" I was even more surprised. My company is in the opposite direction from Chengdu Road, near the new district in the south of the city, and I don't come here often.

"I've seen you give up your seat on the bus, and even help people carry their things after getting off." "I don't remember." "Maybe you're used to it. I guess you must have been in the army before. You look pretty strong. These days, only teachers or soldiers would give up their seats." The girl smiled sweetly.

"You have good eyesight. I used to be in the army, but I've been discharged for several years now." "That's why I'm standing in front of you. Like that girl, I was being watched by those three men while waiting for the bus. They even got on the bus with me and stood behind me. It scared me to death! And, and, they were still on the bus..." The girl blushed and lowered her head, tightening her grip on my arm.

So that's how it is. I thought I'd had a romantic encounter, but now that I think about it, I was actually trusted by a beautiful stranger, which made me a hero saving a damsel in distress. But looking at her now, she seems quite fond of me, and we live so close by, who knows, it might develop into a romantic encounter.

But that's just wishful thinking; I haven't cheated on anyone since I got married.

"Where do you work?" I asked.

"I work in the Dongxing Industrial Park in the new district. Is your workplace also in the new district?" "Yes, in Qujiatun, about two stops away from your place." "What do you do?" "Logistics, sales." "Oh, so you're here for something? Work-related?" "Um... kind of. I'm here to see someone about something." "What a coincidence! Our workplaces aren't far apart, and we live in the same neighborhood. It's quite a coincidence that we're here on business." The girl's words made me start to speculate.

When I arrived at the Fourth Construction Company's residential compound, it was already 7:10 PM, and it was dark. As we parted at the compound entrance, the girl smiled and told me her name: Zhang Ning. I also told her my name: Song Bin.

************ By the dim light of the alleyway in the distance, I vaguely saw the Buick minivan parked next to the video store. Looking up at the ninth floor, the lights were on. I went to the entrance of the building, took out my

phone, and dialed. After three rings, I hung up.

A window opened upstairs, a head popped out and then retreated. I looked around warily, then slipped into the building. Reaching the ninth floor, I didn't ring the doorbell but knocked rhythmically on the door.

After a while, the door opened, Mr. D peeked out, looked around, and let me in.

The apartment wasn't large; it was a rented, old-fashioned two-bedroom unit, sparsely furnished and decorated. The living room contained only a few sofas and a folding table in the center, littered with sunflower seed shells and leftover poached chicken, char siu, and other cooked food.

In the bedroom, there was a bed, and a pile of beer bottles and cans in the corner. Several men and women sat on the sofas; some watched TV, others smoked and played cards. When they saw me enter, some nodded, while others ignored me.

I paused, said nothing, and found a place to sit.

Including myself, there were three men and two women present. I'd met most of them before, but only individually; we'd never met as a whole group. I'd been dealing with these people for over a year and a half, but I didn't know their exact identities. You can't just ask, and no one would offer to tell you, but I thought Mr. A should know.

He was the one who initially approached me, and the others probably did too. If anyone here knew the details of everyone else, it was Mr. A. I don't know if everyone here has had the same experience as me. Maybe some people came here voluntarily, but I didn't.

In 2002, I was discharged from the army and returned to civilian life. Relying on my small savings and the resettlement allowance from the army, I started a small business in a shop. Later, I got married through an introduction, and life was going well until the end of 2005 when a distant relative came to my door and introduced me to an investment project that was supposedly very promising. This project ripped me off badly.

At that time, I had only been out of the army for two years and didn't know much about the scams out there. I had only been doing well in my small business for a couple of days and thought I was an expert. Listening to him, I thought it was a real opportunity and recklessly plunged in. This time, I fell into a cesspool.

In fact, the project my relative introduced was direct selling. In 2006, China's Direct Selling Law was introduced, and the government only allowed a few companies like Amway, Perfect, and Ant Power. All other companies without direct selling licenses are essentially pyramid schemes. This company in Luoyang mainly sold aloe vera-based daily necessities. Initially, they made a big show of it, claiming connections to a high-ranking official in Beijing, visits from provincial leaders, special reports on the city's television station, and that they were a key taxpayer and a priority for government support. They boasted they'd definitely get their direct selling license by the end of the year and had 100,000 distributors nationwide.

I didn't believe them at first, but tentatively invested over 30,000 yuan in a batch of goods. When it came time to pay, they actually transferred over 2,000 yuan to me, which greatly boosted my confidence. Later, I attended training sessions at the Luoyang headquarters and was completely swayed by the instructors. I even abandoned my regular business to focus solely on this direct selling. I recruited over a hundred relatives and friends into my network.

Honestly, things were going well at first, but then the company kept saying they were applying for a direct selling license, but there was never any news. Later, the rules changed frequently, almost monthly. At first, making money was easy, but it became increasingly difficult. Some of my friends invested money but didn't receive the promised returns, which strained our relationships. I had to use my own money to help them, but then disaster struck.

In November 2006, terrible news came: the company in Luoyang was investigated. The accounts were frozen, the bank accounts were closed, and several of the company's top executives were arrested. At first, there were rumors that everything was alright, that the company had gone to Beijing to pull strings, and I tried my best to reassure the anxious team members. But when the definite news came after the New Year, it was a real blow. The company

was labeled a pyramid scheme. It's true what they say, a new emperor brings a new court. The former secretary of Luoyang City was transferred to the Provincial People's Congress and later placed under investigation. The new secretary had barely taken office when someone reported the company for engaging in pyramid schemes. With the previous protectors gone, several key figures were arrested; this time it was for real.

When I heard this news, I was thunderstruck. My team had just placed a large order worth over a million yuan with the company; now, not only would I not get my money back, but I wouldn't even receive the goods. I heard that several store managers who went to Luoyang to collect their debts had been arrested, accused of being key members of a pyramid scheme. I didn't dare go, but I also had no money to repay my team. They didn't care about anything else; all they cared about was that they had given me the money. Some of them had even mortgaged their houses to work with me in this line of work. If I told them the truth, I think they would tear me to pieces.

Those days were truly unbearable. Almost all my friends turned against me, and my house was filled with people demanding repayment every day. Some even threatened to kill me if I didn't pay. My wife had opposed my involvement in direct selling from the beginning, and after things escalated to this point, it goes without saying. I even sold all my stores, but it still wasn't nearly enough. I felt like jumping into a river.

Just when I was at my wit's end, the mysterious Mr. A appeared. He took over all my debts, finally allowing me to temporarily save my life and arranging a seemingly decent job for me. But all of this came at a price.

Sometimes I wonder which was worse, my current life or the time when I was in debt. To be honest, I can't figure it out.

At 7:30 PM, Mr. A arrived precisely on time.

Mr. A was a seemingly ordinary man, of average height and build, probably in his forties, like a junior section chief in an ordinary workplace—the kind of person you see everywhere on the street. He always spoke slowly and in a low voice, giving off a very composed feeling. But sometimes, however, a certain imposing aura would occasionally flash in his eyes. Of course, this was a rare occurrence. Everyone present stopped what they were doing

, and the television was turned off.

"Hehe, everyone's here... Well, as usual, turn off your phones and take them out." Mr. A opened his laptop, and everyone present, including myself, turned off our phones and placed them on the table. Although his tone was as if he were chatting with an acquaintance, his demeanor and actions conveyed a sense of seasoned professionalism and unquestionable authority.

A photo of a young man appeared on the computer screen. He was very young, at most in his early thirties, wearing sunglasses, shirtless, and wearing swimming trunks. He had a very fit physique, with well-defined muscles, and looked very handsome and dashing. He had long hair and the air of a movie star or model.

"This man's name is Zhang Chaoping. His ostensible identity is a photographer who co-owns a photo studio with a friend. In reality, he's a member of a triad organization and runs a pornographic website. He'll be at Seaview Garden at 9:00 AM on Thursday the 26th, carrying a black briefcase. That briefcase is our target." The "we" I'm referring to is definitely the six people present. It's the first time I've seen everyone gathered together. Before, I'd only be informed of the time and place of an operation, and then the contact person would give me something, and then tell me the time and place to meet someone again. Once the item was handed over, that was it. I didn't know what it was, and I didn't intend to find out.

This job seems simple, but it's actually not safe. Three times I've sensed someone following me; it's definitely not a hallucination. Another time, I wasn't sure if it was the police. I know Mr. A and his gang are involved in shady, illegal activities, so I'm terrified of the police. Once, I was stopped and questioned by patrol officers on the street for no reason. I was incredibly nervous, but thankfully I remained calm on the surface and managed to get away with it.

Sometimes, he would disguise himself and use forged documents to enter high-end office buildings, sneaking into offices in the middle of the night to download files from computers, open safes, or install surveillance equipment. This kind of thing is even more dangerous; it's theft, and if caught, it's all over. I was a reconnaissance specialist in the military, so I've been trained and haven't been caught before.

In fact, I could be considered a seasoned veteran now. Of course, that's just my opinion.

I don't know who Mr. A really is. Maybe he's a triad boss, maybe a private investigator, or even a spy. But whatever his background, I'm already on a sinking ship.

I owe him over 800,000 yuan, and if I don't listen to him, I'll definitely suffer. Even if I'm not afraid, I have a wife and family, and those are all leverage he can use against me.

"The Seaview Garden is a high-end villa area; ordinary people can't get in," Ms. B said. She looked like a teacher, in her thirties, wearing glasses, with long, flowing black hair, and a light-colored suit skirt—she had the quiet, refined air of someone from a scholarly family.

I don't know if she has a family like me, but judging from her age, she probably does. Even if she doesn't, with her looks, she must have no shortage of men around her.

"Of course, and the owner of the Seaview Garden has connections to the underworld, so security won't be lax. Unless it's a specific person, you can't get in." Mr. A seemed to have been prepared for this, speaking with great confidence, and I was certain he had a feasible plan... ************ When I got home, it was already 11:07 PM.

My wife had been sent to Beijing on a business trip by her company, and I started to miss her. Our relationship has been a bit tense these past two years, mainly because I got into direct selling a couple of years ago and ended up in a mess. She was actually against me doing direct selling from the beginning, but I didn't listen to her. Later, although we settled the debt issue, she didn't talk to me much anymore.

Actually, she's the one I care about the most. Wang Hui seems like a girl next door, beautiful but not exaggerated, and she's very good at makeup, so it's undetectable. For me, who's already deeply mired in this mess, she's my only source of emotional support right now, and everything I'm doing is for her.

This time is different from before. Previously, we kept to ourselves with the underworld, avoiding contact with them as much as possible. But this time, we have to snatch teeth from the tiger's mouth, and I'm the vanguard chosen by Mr. A.

I have no choice but to accept. If I were single, no one could force me to do anything, but I still have Wang Hui. I'm afraid A might harm her, and I believe he has the ability to do so.

A told me about the danger of this operation; if it's exposed, he can't save me. He also promised that if this succeeds, my debt to him will be wiped clean, and he won't bother me again.

It's a tempting offer. If I can get through this, I can escape this pirate ship.

I dialed my wife's cell phone; I need to hear her voice, to gain some strength.

It took a long time to connect. Wang Hui sounded a little breathless. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she had just come back from swimming. Their hotel has a swimming pool.

She asked me what was wrong, and I said nothing, I just missed her, and then asked when she was coming back.

She said it would probably take another three or four days. I hesitated for a moment and said I had some things to do and might have to go out of town in the next couple of days.

I told her not to worry if she didn't see me when she got back, as I would probably be back in a few days. It felt like I was making my last arrangements. If things didn't go well, I might not be able to come back at all, but I couldn't tell her directly. Anyway, she knew where all the money and property deeds were, and I didn't have any extra assets. Finally, she said her phone was almost out of battery and she would hang up if there was nothing else.

I said I loved her and then hung up

. After hanging up, I took out the small box she had given me, opened it, and saw a ring inside. I put it on my finger. This wasn't the first time I'd seen something like this. If something really happened, my life might depend on it.

I don't know why A chose me in the first place. Maybe there are many people in this world more suitable for this kind of work than me. Why choose me over someone else? But A said it didn't matter what I thought, as long as he thought I was suitable. No one is born knowing how to do this. Now that I'm on this boat, whether I like it or not, I have to get what he asked me to do, no matter what it takes.

A's background is truly unfathomable, but I'm certain he's very wealthy. He paid off hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt so easily; I suspect he has powerful backers, and perhaps he works for those very groups.

This is a common plot in movies, but art imitates life, doesn't it?

But no matter how much I speculate, even if there really is a group behind him, I can only contact A directly. Those unverified things only exist in my imagination. I have no interest in uncovering his secrets; my intuition tells me it's extremely dangerous, even to him.

Right now, I'm only thinking about how to get this done. A promised me that after this, he'd free me from this misery.

Once I'm free, I'll never come back, never have anything to do with them again—that's the only thing I'm certain of…

Chapter 2

June 26th, Thursday, B City Seaview Garden Luxury Villa District.

I took the train to City B yesterday, not with the others, but I know they must have come here too, though I don't know what mode of transportation they used. The long-standing rule is to operate separately, each person only knowing their part of the plan.

These people basically don't contact each other outside of missions, which I can understand. Everyone in this line of work is a double agent; it's certain they live another ordinary life under a different identity. No one wants their secrets to be exposed, including me.

I've been waiting for Mr. A's contact, waiting for another meeting. But it never came. There wasn't another meeting here like in City A. Perhaps because this is out of town, Mr. A couldn't find a safe place to feel at ease; or perhaps he felt it wasn't necessary. As we already discussed last time, we each just need to do our own thing under his covert coordination.

At 8:00 AM sharp, I arrived at a coffee shop on Nanjing Road in City B. I've been to City B a few times before and am fairly familiar with some of the streets. This is where I will meet Ms. B.

Ms. B was also very punctual; she brought me two gold VIP cards, which I knew were our entry ticket. Access to the Ocean View Holiday Inn depended entirely on these two cards. I wondered how Mr. A had obtained these cards; could they be counterfeit?

"Are these cards real?" I asked.

"I don't know." Ms. B's answer was brief. She had known Mr. A longer than I had; perhaps she knew but didn't want to tell me; or perhaps she genuinely didn't know, but her expression suggested she didn't care.

"Why two tickets?" "I'm going with you, one of them is mine." Ms. B's words surprised me. I hadn't expected Mr. A to include her in his selection of vanguards. That kind of dangerous place was full of gangsters; what if something went wrong? Could she handle it?

"What? You're going too?" I didn't understand Mr. A's intentions. Was he sending someone to monitor me? Or… I suddenly realized something and immediately asked, "What kind of party is that?" "Zhang Chaoping runs a pornographic website. One of its most popular selling points is that he regularly and secretly gathers VIP members for SM parties or wife-swapping parties. From now on, we are husband and wife." The meaning didn't need to be clearer; I understood.

"So what exactly are the identities listed on these VIP cards? We don't want them to not match up with us later." "They don't have any specific identities, they all use online names. Like us, no one in this circle dares to reveal their real names. They also have a normal side, and most of them are people with status." "Won't Zhang Chaoping secretly investigate their real identities and then use them? Don't forget he has a triad background." I became interested in Zhang Chaoping. He looked handsome, dashing, and manly—a complete pretty boy. What could someone like that be doing? Running a porn site.

"There probably is. That website has a dating section, which is actually a high-end online prostitution ring. They'll definitely recruit men and women through parties and such, perhaps by filming them and then blackmailing or luring them.

But they probably won't do that to VIP members. Most of these people are influential and powerful; offending them would be a losing proposition for them." "That's not necessarily true. These people are usually very greedy." "Even if there is, it's none of our business. Our target is just that black briefcase." "What's in that briefcase?" This isn't something I should be concerned about. If Mr. A were here, I wouldn't be so talkative, but this is my last mission, and also the most dangerous. So I couldn't help but ask.

"Something valuable." Ms. B glanced at me, and her simple words silenced me.

********** At 8:55, Ms. B and I took a taxi to the Seaview Garden.

B City is a newly developed seaside city with a thriving tourism industry. The entire Seaview Holiday complex is located on a hillside near the beach, overlooking the beautiful beach, a prime location. It was late June, and the weather was already quite hot. Many men and women in swimsuits were frolicking and playing in the azure waves on the beach.

The Seaview Garden was the collective name for the entire villa complex, comprised entirely of large, luxurious Western-style manor villas, sprawling across vast areas and boasting opulent designs. Each villa had its own courtyard and swimming pool. The security guards at the entrance had clearly been notified of a visitor's arrival; they let us through after we showed our VIP cards.

Other men and women like us had also arrived by taxi; no one dared drive their own car to such a gathering, lest their license plate be leaked.

I quickly found the exact location: a villa called Shenglong Pavilion. A burly man in a black suit and sunglasses was checking vehicles at the entrance with a card reader. Ms. B and I exchanged a glance and continued walking casually. As we drew closer, my phone vibrated with a text message:

"Target arrived." Turning around, I saw Zhang Chaoping getting out of a taxi, indeed carrying a black briefcase.

It looked like someone was watching him, and I knew the others wouldn't be idle. Zhang Chaoping didn't notice us, just carrying his briefcase and walking quickly forward. Ms. B and I lagged behind him, watching him enter the villa.

"I'm the high-voltage transformer," I said, giving my username, which Ms. B had told me. The card reader verified the name, and the doorman respectfully invited me in. I secretly sized up the two bodyguards; both were over 1.8 meters tall, very burly, and their movements were concise and powerful—clearly professional fighters.

"This is our first time here; will any unrelated people cause trouble?" Ms. B had a natural talent for acting, appearing somewhat flustered and curious, and casually asked the bodyguards after passing through the card reader. The two bodyguards seemed to have encountered this situation before, simply nodding and saying, "Please rest assured, our security measures here are very strict, and no outsiders will interfere." "Just you?" Ms. B's demeanor was somewhat imperious; she seemed to have fully embraced her role. Those who came here were mostly so-called upper-class individuals, and they wouldn't be polite to the security guards.

"You can rest assured about that; they are all professionally trained." Zhang Chaoping suddenly turned around from the front. "They used to be professional Sanda athletes, winning provincial-level competitions. Ten ordinary people couldn't beat one of them." "Who are you?" Zhang Chaoping smiled; undeniably, his smile was charming. He showed his card, clearly marked with 001—proof of being a moderator. I stared wide-eyed. "You're Mystery?" Zhang Chaoping was clearly used to this and smiled, saying, "I hope you'll keep it a secret. Have fun. Ms. Max, I look forward to meeting you later." Max was Ms. B's temporary VIP username. Today, she wore light makeup, a black halter-neck mini dress, black stockings, and ankle-strap high heels. She exuded a mature sexiness with a touch of mysterious wantonness, yet her expression remained dignified and beautiful, possessing an indescribable allure.

"He's got his eye on you," I whispered in Ms. B's ear. This should be an opportunity. I was still figuring out how to get close to Zhang Chaoping, and here he was, delivering himself to me. Ms.

B didn't speak. We passed through another check, this time to see if we were carrying any prohibited items, such as miniature cameras, trackers, metal knives, or other items that could be used as weapons.

The check was quite strict, but we still passed smoothly because we had received prior intelligence and hadn't brought anything.

I suspect Mr. A has an informant in this villa; otherwise, how could he have such detailed intelligence, and those cards are genuine? This wouldn't be possible without an informant. Perhaps this mysterious guy has more than just my group at his disposal.

Entering the villa, I found the interior exquisitely and elegantly decorated. Huge one-way floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view outside; marble floors and walls, a massive domed chandelier—the designer's skill and ingenuity were evident everywhere. I'd never been to such a high-class place before. I estimated the entire mansion to be at least several million, possibly even tens of millions; at the same time, I wondered if this villa belonged to a criminal organization. If so, that organization was incredibly wealthy.

There were already twenty or thirty men and women in the lobby, some whispering to each other, others sipping wine.

I glanced around; the men and women were all quite attractive, some even remarkably beautiful. Most were in couples, seemingly either lovers or husbands. I truly cannot comprehend the psychology of these people. They willingly offer their women to other men, and seem increasingly excited and pleased. Are all these people psychologically disturbed? If it were me, I absolutely could not tolerate it. Fortunately, Ms. B was merely putting on an act with me. If she had sex with other men, it wouldn't affect me much, because to her, I am also "other men."

Moreover, given the chance, I would even like to have sex with her myself; she was truly captivating today. All the men present were giving her their eyes, and although several women were just as beautiful, she stole the show with her charisma.

As I watched Zhang Chaoping go upstairs, I was about to casually follow when I heard a woman's voice beside me say, "Time's up." I turned around and saw all the men and women standing up and taking off their clothes. I was stunned by the scene before me and didn't react for a moment. Ms. B, however, reacted quickly. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she immediately started taking off her skirt and urged me in a low voice, "Hurry, hurry up and take off your clothes!" I hadn't expected this party to be so direct. After men and women took off their clothes and revealed what they considered their most sexy figures, they began to freely look for their desired partners. The heavily made-up mature women and mothers went straight for the handsome and strong young men, while the men went straight for the beautiful women. Besides the VIPs, there were also some handsome men and beautiful women who were specifically provided for others to choose from. Obviously, the organizers of the party had thought things through.

Of course, there were also some who freely paired up. Perhaps the drinks provided contained aphrodisiacs or similar ingredients to stimulate the sexual desire of men and women. Although I didn't drink any, I was also somewhat excited by the atmosphere.

Underneath her coat, Ms. B wore a very sexy black garter belt and a black thong with lace detailing; her upper body was clad in a black bra, her beautiful legs in black stockings, and she wore high heels, exuding a strong scent of sexual allure. A naked man ran over, his thick, erect penis protruding from his belly.

"I'm sorry, this is my first time here, so... this is my first time wanting to do it with my husband... I'm sorry." Ms. B's face flushed, seemingly shy, but I didn't know if she was acting.

The man didn't insist, but instead showed understanding and left with gentlemanly manners. He turned around and embraced another voluptuous naked woman, pressing her down on the sofa and beginning to lick her. The woman emitted lewd and intoxicated moans, much like the exaggerated cries of actresses in Japanese AVs. After

the man had licked enough, he stood up, pressed the woman's head down with his hand, and knelt down. The woman opened her mouth and took his erection in, sucking on it with relish. The man stood there in ecstasy, his buttocks swaying incessantly. Every now and then, he would turn his head to look at us, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. He even seemed to be showing off, pulling his penis out of the woman's mouth and waving it around to demonstrate his sexual prowess.

His penis was indeed very thick and long, pointing upwards when fully erect, comparable to the muscular men in European and American porn films. It was covered in glistening saliva, and the woman, seemingly still wanting more, tilted her head and licked his scrotum.

I was a little stunned. The men and women here were all like primitive people, completely devoid of any sense of shame.

They started having sex with the people around them in public, and everyone was free to do as they pleased.

Gasps, moans, and lewd words mingled together. Several large plasma TVs were playing group sex porn films—Japanese, European, and even some they had filmed themselves. The men and women had become lustful beasts, eagerly engaging in promiscuous intercourse.

The man placed the woman on the sofa, spreading her legs wide, revealing her thick, dark red labia, already dripping wet. The purplish-red glans parted the woman's labia and slowly slipped inside, eliciting a wanton moan from her. The man then began thrusting, his hips swaying with

each stroke. Despite his size, his waist was surprisingly strong, his testicles slapping against the woman's parted, tender flesh with a resounding slap. Meanwhile, another woman nearby was being held and penetrated by a young, muscular man. She wore fishnet stockings and high heels, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, her hair flying wildly, moaning "Husband, husband!"

The man then laid the stockinged woman side-by-side on the sofa and began thrusting rapidly. She was driven to moaning, her body convulsing as if she were having a seizure. While thrusting into the woman beneath him, the fat man leaned down to kiss the woman beside him. She seized the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, and he expertly kneaded her breasts.

I remember these two were together at first; judging by their ages, they were probably a couple. I was surprised by how open-minded he was. His wife was being sexually assaulted by another man right next to him, and the fat man didn't seem to care at all.

The woman beneath him, however, crossed her legs and hooked them around his waist, increasing the frequency of her thrusts. Then, another man came from the side and knelt down next to her face. She looked up and took his penis into her mouth, sucking it frantically, the size of his penis bulging out of her mouth.

"Let's go upstairs..." Ms. B stood beside me and glanced upstairs. There were several couples entangled upstairs. I was quite impressed with her; she could remain calm even at a time like this. I had taken off all my clothes, and my already erect penis occasionally brushed against her warm thighs encased in stockings, the friction making me even harder.

I forced myself to stay calm because I really wanted to ejaculate on her thighs.

When we reached the second floor, I saw two naked, muscular men on the hallway carpet, sandwiching a voluptuous, elegant, and sexy mature woman like hamburgers, having sex with her vigorously.

Two penises, dripping with sticky, lustful fluid, were rapidly thrusting in and out of the woman's vagina and anus. The woman's voice was distorted with excitement. One of her legs, clad in loose flesh-colored stockings and a high heel, was held aloof by the man and swung back and forth, accompanied by the man's satisfied panting and the slapping of flesh, creating a lewd symphony.

Another woman, around forty years old, knelt behind the man, licking his testicles. At the same time, her hand was inside her groin, her fingers constantly swirling inside her vagina. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, already soaked with the flowing fluid; the saying "women with lots of hair have strong libidos" seemed to be true.

Next to her lay another woman, seemingly resting. Her chest was covered in teeth marks and saliva stains, her stockings were torn and riddled with holes, her genitals were a sticky mess, and her face, eyelids, nose, mouth, and hair were all covered in white, sticky fluid. The man she had been having sex with was either more than one person or had been holding back for a long time.

Fortunately, I hadn't forgotten my purpose. I bypassed the sprawling bodies and searched each room on the second floor, but found nothing. Although I knew Zhang Chaoping wanted to use this opportunity to move that thing out, I didn't know if the person receiving it was male or female. In this environment, he could interact with anyone inconspicuously; no one would suspect him being with that woman.

But wasn't there a black suitcase as a marker? Couldn't we just see who carried it out?

I wondered why no one had thought of such a simple method, but when I walked past one of the doors and looked inside, I was stunned. There were thirty or forty identical black suitcases neatly stacked inside.

Ms. B was also stunned. What if our target had infiltrated this place?

After a couple of seconds of hesitation, I decided to go in and take a look.

It was an ordinary suite. There were forty-two suitcases stacked on the coffee table and sofa, exactly the same number of people who had come.

Just as Ms. B was about to open one of the doors, I suddenly grabbed her arm, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her lips. One hand cupped her thigh and draped it over my waist. Ms. B stiffened for a moment, but then softened. Her hands hooked around my neck, and her other hand grasped my erect penis, gently stroking it.

The door behind us opened, and Zhang Chaoping appeared in the doorway, accompanied by a beautiful and sexy mature woman.

I released Ms. B, a look of embarrassment on my face: "I remember closing the door." Zhang Chaoping, with a strange smile on his face, took out a bunch of keys and jingled them. Ms. B lowered her head, looking like a little girl caught doing something wrong. Zhang Chaoping slowly strolled in and asked casually, "What's wrong? Didn't you go out and play with everyone?" "We... um... it's our first time here, and it feels a little uncomfortable in front of so many people. My partner told me before we came that the first time would be with me, and then..." "I understand, many people are like that. It's not something you can adapt to quickly. But since you're here, it means you want to change yourselves, and that courage is commendable. Just participate in a few more activities, and you'll understand. Many people are hesitant the first time, which is normal. However, I hope you can try different partners later. For couples, only fresh stimulation can ensure the quality of life." "You're right, that's why we came." I nodded to him. The sexy woman next to him was very beautiful, her captivating eyes staring at me without blinking, completely disregarding the fact that Zhang Chaoping was standing right next to her.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Zhang Chaoping was clearly interested in Ms. B. Seeing that we were about to make love, he showed no sign of leaving, seemingly intending to observe from the sidelines.

"What are these boxes for? Are they souvenirs for us?" I asked, as if trying to make conversation.

"How did you know?" Zhang Chaoping countered.

"Forty-two VIPs, the same number of boxes." I shrugged, wondering if Zhang Chaoping's was mixed in with these boxes. If so, I'd try to mix them up later and see how he sorted them; there must be some hidden markings.

"You're very observant, that's right. After each event, we give our VIPs a small gift as a thank you for their support of our website. The contents are confidential for now." I finally understood. When everyone leaving was carrying a black briefcase, it was impossible to tell which one was our target. So, the person we were supposed to take over was among these VIPs? Not necessarily.

There are only two possibilities now. First, he has already completed the handover, and the box is in the hands of someone in this room. After the event, he will take the box and slip out with the others. If so, it must be one of the people upstairs, because Zhang Chaoping went straight upstairs after coming in. The couple having sex outside can be ruled out; they were empty-handed. The person who took over must be hiding in a corner with the box, waiting for the event to end.

But we don't have the ability to search room by room, especially with Zhang Chaoping sticking to us like this.

The second possibility is that the box hasn't been passed out yet, and is waiting to be distributed after the event. But I can't be sure if it's in this pile.

"If you don't mind, could we two watch from the side? I see you're a little nervous. Anyway, once you're here, you have to take this step. There's nothing shameful about love between men and women; it's a human nature given to us by God. If you're not comfortable with too many people, then let's start with a few." Zhang Chaoping's voice was gentle and magnetic, calming people down and making them feel very persuasive, so they couldn't bring themselves to refuse.

"And, Fengwu and I really want to be your first couple to swap partners. Fengwu is very interested in you." Zhang Chaoping winked at me, not directly saying he was interested in Ms. B.

I couldn't help but glance at the woman named "Fengwu." She had a very hot aura, and being with a woman like that would definitely be a man's pleasure.

Ms. B gently pinched me, and when I looked down at her, I saw that her eyes clearly indicated agreement.

A pang of jealousy rose in my heart. Holding such a charming beauty in his arms, and yet he had to share her with someone else—damn, Zhang Chaoping really knew how to scheme.

But at least I could get the first turn, so I felt relieved.

Zhang Chaoping and Fengwu sat down quietly to the side, while I embraced Ms. B and kissed her deeply. We were husband and wife, and as husband and wife, we had to show familiarity with each other's bodies. But I wasn't sure about that; this was the first time I'd been so intimate with her.

"My excitement is in my left earlobe and my left nipple, rub my thigh hard..." Ms. B whispered in my ear, taking advantage of the opportunity to be close to me.

My lips slowly moved from her lips to her neck, and then slid up to her earlobe. At the same time, my right hand gently caressed her left breast, my fingers lightly pinching her nipple, which was already swollen and hard, obviously having been aroused for some time.

"Your lower body is wet, is it because other men are watching that you feel excited?" I deliberately spoke in a voice that Zhang Chaoping could hear. Sure enough, a flame of lust flashed in his eyes, and his hand slowly began to reach towards Feng Wu beside him. Feng Wu's clothes were removed one by one, revealing the sexy red lingerie and stockings underneath. I felt my semi-erect penis regain its vitality and become erect again.

My penis pressed against Ms. B's thigh, and her hand grasped the hot, hard penis, beginning to skillfully stroke it. My hand grabbed her thigh and rubbed it hard. Then I lifted her leg, letting her prop it up on the coffee table. Her full, firm legs in stockings, the white thighs, and the wide lace trim of the black stockings created a strong sensual stimulation. I felt a surge of hot energy building up in my lower abdomen, desperately needing an outlet.

My fingers slid inside the seam of her panties. Actually, the crotch of her thong was just a two-finger-wide strip of black silk fabric, but now, due to her body's movements, it had sunk into her flesh, leaving an alluring wet patch. My fingers rubbed back and forth in that furry, hot crevice. Ms. B's body began to tense and relax, her fingers, which were wrapped around my back, threading through my hair.

Ms. B's body began to heat up; her desire was burning. I really hadn't expected to arouse her so quickly. Was it because she was a good actress, or did she really have some feelings for me?

"Give it to me, I want it..." Ms. B's moans rang in my ears.

I turned around and swept all the black leather suitcases off the coffee table, scattering them all over the floor.

Then I sat on the coffee table, and Ms. B knelt down knowingly, taking my penis into her mouth. I groaned with pleasure; it was an indescribable feeling of comfort. My wife, Wang Hui, had given me oral sex before, but that was a long, long time ago, only a few times a year. And she would just suck me for a couple of times and that was it. She was never as gentle and skillful as Ms. B.

Her tongue circled around the sulcus of my glans, and I felt an attraction traveling from the urethral opening to my central nervous system—it felt amazing.

Zhang Chaoping's eyes were burning with lust as he watched us, Feng Wu licking his nipple. It seemed the suitcase wasn't here; otherwise, he wouldn't have let us do it here. I had suspected it earlier, and now I was even more certain, because he didn't seem to care at all that the suitcases had fallen over.

It seemed there was no need to linger here. I pulled Ms. B up; her face was flushed, her eyes were hazy, and she looked like she was burning with desire.

I parted her legs and laid her flat on the coffee table, slowly pressing my hips against hers. Ms. B's body tensed, and as I thrust forward, I gradually squeezed into her tight, warm, and sticky passage… 02-23
Chapter 03

"Oh…oh…um…oh…hoo…" On the coffee table, Ms. B's plump body was being wantonly violated by me, and she let out low moans.

I leaned down, pressing my upper body against hers, and took her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Her head swayed on the coffee table from time to time, her disheveled hair obscuring half of her delicate face, adding to her allure. This was truly the first time I had ever had sex with another woman in front of strangers.

But Ms. B really gave me a lot of pleasure. She wasn't the kind of woman who was exceptionally beautiful, but she had a very feminine charm. She was very experienced and knew how to make a man happy. Her two beautiful legs, encased in black stockings

, were wrapped around my back, the cool touch of her high heels occasionally brushing against my skin. Her lower body moved in rhythm with my movements, welcoming my intrusion. I thrust my hips hard, grinding against her body. She hugged my neck tighter, her vagina contracting rhythmically, the layers of flesh scraping against my hard penis. The pleasure felt like an electric current, stimulating me to secrete more hormones.

The area where we were joined was already sticky. Her vaginal fluids were brought out by my thrusting, then spread all over her labia and pubic hair with each impact. My scrotum slapped against it, splashing a few drops of water on the glass tabletop.

Ms. B's moans seemed suppressed, just simple gasps and monosyllables like "oh oh," as if she were shy and hesitant to open up. This suited her current role: a married woman attending a party for the first time, inevitably feeling nervous and uneasy, especially with outsiders watching. It was normal for her to be reserved.

She just held me tightly, her nails scratching my back, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, as if afraid of losing me.

I thrust deeply each time; my penis, when fully erect, wasn't small, reaching roughly to the cervix at its deepest point. I didn't use a condom because it felt awkward between husband and wife, and besides, we hadn't had time. I didn't know if she had any illnesses, but it was too late to say anything now. I just increased the frequency of my thrusts, trying to ejaculate quickly.

I'm not a very sexually prolific person; usually, on my first time, I can only last twenty minutes at most. But this time, whether it was nervousness or something else, I felt like I'd been at it for almost twenty minutes, but I didn't feel like ejaculating. Ms. B's contracting vaginal canals told me she was experiencing waves

of pleasure. I wasn't without pleasure, but I felt I wasn't close to ejaculating. And I didn't know if I could ejaculate inside her, but I hadn't had a chance to ask. Now I could just improvise.

Meanwhile, Zhang Chaoping, after Feng Wu's oral sex, was fully erect, his wet penis standing tall. Feng Wu, in a seductive pose like a stuntwoman, spread her legs, pulled down her thong, and knelt in front of Zhang Chaoping's face. Looking at her beautiful silk-stockinged legs and thighs, Zhang Chaoping couldn't resist pressing his mouth to her pubic hair.

"Oh...ah...fuck me..." Feng Wu's teeth-gritting moans were blatantly lewd. She was much more open than Ms. B, completely unconcerned about the people around. She kept twisting her hips, rubbing her sensitive areas against the man's tongue and face. Zhang Chaoping pulled her labia apart with his fingers, licked them with his tongue, making loud sucking sounds.

Feng Wu groaned excitedly, her body arching backward like a bow, one hand gripping the sofa armrest, the other behind her back, stroking Zhang Chaoping's penis. A vibrant red phoenix, its wings outstretched as if about to take flight, was tattooed prominently on her bare back, its image so lifelike that it seemed to come alive with her movements, creating a highly erotic visual stimulation. This woman evoked a desire for conquest in men, and fiery lust was the catalyst for this desire.

I felt a surge of excitement, so I straightened up and reached out to embrace Ms. B's waist. Her waist was covered in sweat, her skin a vibrant rose color. Although the air conditioning was on, the intense and exciting activity still left us both drenched in sweat.

"Husband…don't…shy…" Ms. B seemed to have truly embraced the role of a wife, shyly clinging to me, as if wanting me to continue pressing down on her body, as if it were her last line of defense against others.

I admitted her acting was superb, but I wanted to conserve my energy for later.

"Darling...can we loosen up a bit..." I said, then deliberately gave Feng Wu a lecherous look.

I lifted her body and sat down on the carpet behind me. She straddled my hips, and we remained tightly joined. She moaned, grabbing my hand and interlocking our fingers. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her hair disheveled, and her full buttocks moved rapidly, causing her two snow-white, full breasts to bounce up and down like two lively white rabbits.

"Husband...oh...husband...I love you...I want you..." Ms. B's movements became rapid, her buttocks began to twist, and my penis churned and rubbed inside her. She began to tremble incessantly, her body contracting with each tremor. The tender flesh of her vagina continuously gripped my penis, and I began to feel the urge to ejaculate. However, Ms. B was clearly struggling to control her pleasure, her movements becoming more and more intense. Her hands tightly held my head, burying my face in her chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

I knew she was about to climax, so I tightened my grip on her waist and thrust upwards violently.

"Husband... I... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm flying..." Ms. B let out a captivating moan, her excited body stiffening for a moment. The tender flesh inside her gripped my penis tightly, and my glans had reached deep inside. I could feel something contracting and writhing inside, rubbing against me with each movement, then the contracting muscles would tighten around my penis, and a gush of warm water would flow out.

This continued for about a minute until Ms. B's body finally went limp. Her sweaty body collapsed onto me, her hair plastered to her face. I fell back, but I hadn't ejaculated yet; my erect penis was still embedded inside her.

Ms. B collapsed onto me like a water rat, soaking wet. Her mind was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, her beautiful eyes still tightly closed, but an indescribable satisfaction shone on her face, and a captivating smile lingered on her lips. Clearly, my performance had satisfied her. I wondered if she still remembered that we had another purpose for being here.

After she caught her breath, I rolled over and pressed her down on the carpet again. As husband and wife, we should have a tacit understanding in our sex life, yet we couldn't reach orgasm at the same time—that wasn't right.

The woman's face was flushed, radiating satisfaction and ecstasy after our lovemaking. Her watery eyes were veiled with a misty glow, exuding an indescribable charm. She didn't speak, but instead brought her lips to mine. As her thin, cherry-like lips met mine, her delicate tongue slipped into my mouth, chasing and entwining with mine.

"Honey, you're so amazing today… I want more…" she said, even moving her hips slightly.

It seemed she hadn't forgotten her place. I was afraid she'd be overwhelmed by the orgasm and say something she shouldn't. Her eyes were filled with desire. It's easy for a woman to experience multiple orgasms after another, and it seemed she wasn't satisfied yet.

I think she said it on purpose for Zhang Chaoping to hear, even though my penis was still erect inside her.

This meant she was still clear-headed; perhaps she had been momentarily confused, but she had regained her senses. I understood what she meant; she was trying to get me out of a difficult situation. In this situation, my role as the "husband" would definitely be different from how I usually acted during sex at home. This explained why we didn't reach orgasm at the same time.

It was this unprecedented experience that made me so vigorous.

I knew I should get off her, and although I felt a little regretful, I felt that in this game, as the husband, I should be the first to leave something inside her to be satisfied. A woman like this, you can't miss the opportunity when you meet her. I wanted to stay inside her until I ejaculated, but I hadn't forgotten my duty.

I leered and turned to look at the other woman, only to see Feng Wu and Zhang Chaoping watching us. Zhang Chaoping's penis was as hard as an iron rod, pointing upwards, with prominent blue veins on the shaft, throbbing, and clear fluid seeping from the glans; its size was somewhat like that of a foreigner.

"It's proven that the quality of a couple's sex life can significantly improve under the stimulation of a new and unfamiliar external environment, just like you two," Zhang Chaoping said with a smile, like a scholar giving a lecture.

"I really think you should try it. I guarantee it will definitely benefit your future life.

Sex is a gift from heaven to our humanity, and we shouldn't let worldly views suppress our humanity. New stimulation is beneficial to both body and mind. This isn't infidelity, nor is it betrayal between you. Just consider it a therapy. Don't you want to experience it?" "Wife... I think we might be able to try it..." I think it's time.

"Husband... you... I..." Ms. B's acting was so convincing. She looked at Zhang Chaoping with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness, her eyes occasionally glancing at his erect penis. But her hand still gripped my arm, showing her unease.

"I guarantee I'll give you a different kind of stimulation. Believe me, isn't that why you came here?" "No... I don't want to... be together, husband, don't look at me..." Ms. B seemed to be wavering.

I looked up at Zhang Chaoping and said, "Could it be... my wife might not be used to it... uh... I'll be right here... do you understand what I mean?" "I know, it's actually quite normal. Many people don't want their partners to see them the first time. But they get used to it after a while. There are other rooms here, Fengwu can stay with you. Or..." "Oh, you can stay here, so I can find you later... Wife, I'm coming over..." "Don't worry, Ms. Max, we're here to relax. If you still feel uncomfortable, I won't force you. Trust me, I'll give you a different kind of stimulation." Zhang Chaoping's words always sounded very convincing. Ms. B released my arm. She pulled my penis out of her body like a cork from a bottle, followed by a gush of fluid. My penis was still erect.

Fengwu smiled and took my hand, pulling me out. As I left, I made sure to say, "Please wear a condom." I don't know if they heard me, but when I closed the door, I saw Zhang Chaoping kneeling between Ms. B's legs, his head moving, while Ms. B was making explicit, lewd moans.

Once outside in the hallway, Feng Wu, a wanton smile on her lips, snuggled into my arms. She was incredibly hot, even more attractive than Ms. B. While she lacked Ms. B's mature elegance, she was incredibly fiery, especially her round breasts encased in a red lace bra; the deep cleavage was truly breathtaking.

I involuntarily buried my face in her bra, and she giggled lasciviously. She pressed her body against my lower abdomen, rubbing my penis between our bodies. Finally, she clamped it between her two long, silk-stockinged legs; the warm, tight sensation ignited my desire. I pushed her against the wall behind me and grabbed her legs.

Mature women always manage to attract men's interest, and Fengwu was wearing high heels that were ten centimeters high. These kinds of high heels are very arousing to men, and I was no exception. Her two strong, beautiful legs, encased in light red stockings, powerfully clamped around my waist, entwining around my back. Fengwu's pink arms hooked around my neck, and I buried my mouth in her neck, her small mouth breathing hot, lustful breath into my ear.

"I like you, I want you..." "Are you his lover?" I pointed to Zhang Chaoping. Feng Wu gently bit my earlobe, panting as she said, "Now I am your lover. Love me with all your energy. I want you to fuck me fiercely! Shoot all your semen into my belly..." "I think I just saw him come in by himself..." "What does it matter? It doesn't matter whose woman I am. Now it's just you and me. To be honest, I've had my eye on you for a long time. You're so manly, your muscles are so strong..." As she spoke, she gently stroked my ribs with her fingers, "I've wanted to taste what it's like to have you thrust into my womb for a long time." At this moment, I heard Ms. B's lewd and excited moans through the door, along with the man's panting. The moans sounded like crying, but they were filled with uncontrollable pleasure. Even though I knew it was an act, I still felt jealous. What a wonderful woman, yet she was being used by this man at will.

"Listen, they've already started. Your own woman is just a door away from you, yet she's having sex with another man. This is the true nature of humanity. Is this your first time here?" "...Yes." My voice was very low.

"Then you have to find compensation from me, otherwise you'll have a knot in your heart. As long as you get over this hurdle, everything will be fine..." Feng Wu's words seemed to have some kind of magic, capable of luring people into the abyss of depravity.

I pressed her body firmly against the wall and asked in a low voice, "Are you his partner?" "What's the point of asking this?" "If you're not, I won't have sex with you. I must find his woman to feel at peace. Take me to her!" My tone was like that of a jealous husband whose heart was burning with jealousy.

"Okay, okay, I understand, alright. I admit I am, is that alright now..." Feng Wu's interest seemed to be affected as well. She struggled to get off me, but I held her thighs tightly, pressing her against the wall so she couldn't move. Her two round breasts were squeezed flat. She struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free. Suddenly, she let out a soft "Ah," and then her face flushed red. The hand gripping my arm tightened.

I gently moved my hips, letting my erect penis pulsate inside her. Her body was amazing, incredibly tight, and expertly contracting the muscles within her to match my movements. Honestly, once I started, I didn't want to stop.

"You...are his...lover?" "Oh...yes, I'm his woman, but right now I'm committing adultery with you, oh...I love committing adultery with you. I love your cock to death..." Feng Wu writhed wantonly, welcoming the invasion from below.

"Is that so? Then take me to his room. I'm going to rape his woman in his room." "Your personality is terrifying, but I like it..." Feng Wu gestured to the side, and I lifted her up, supporting her thighs, her high-heeled feet still wrapped around my back. She hung on me, my penis still tightly filled inside her. With each sway of her body as we walked, my penis churned within her wetness, and she let out wanton moans.

I held her body, jolting her violently every two steps, my penis repeatedly hitting the very end of her vagina. She clung to my neck and head, her legs trembling with exhaustion, finally giving way and letting go of my back, dangling at my sides. But I still held her thighs, standing there, walking and fucking her.

I've always been confident in my stamina; I could walk like this for ten minutes without getting tired.

When we reached Zhang Chaoping's room, the door was locked. I pinned her against the door and thrust upwards forcefully, "Where's the key? Open the door, I'm going to fuck you in there! I'm going to fuck you on his bed, on his table. I'm going to fuck your uterus raw, I'm going to get you pregnant!" With each thrust, the door behind her slammed shut.

Her body was writhing intensely, her sensitivity incredibly high; she had clearly been thoroughly developed by a man. My penis rubbed extensively inside her, she gritted her teeth, her abdominal muscles tensed, her whole body twisting violently. The tender flesh inside her vagina gripped me tightly, hungrily swallowing my penis to the root.

I felt a tingling sensation in my testicles; the pleasure from making love with Ms. B hadn't subsided, and I hadn't yet released. I had to hurry.

"Open the door... I want to fuck you inside..." I gritted my teeth and stopped moving, but Feng Wu's body was still writhing. Her wanton moans lingered in my ears. I released her legs, put her off me, and my penis slid out of her body. She anxiously grabbed my penis, trying to push it back in, but I wouldn't cooperate.

"Huff...huff...what are you doing...hurry up..." "I want to fuck you in there..." Feng Wu gasped, glaring at me. But her gaze softened in the end, and she quietly went back to the room she had just been in. After listening for a moment, she pushed the door open and went in. I followed her and peeked through the crack in the door at the scene inside. I saw Zhang Chaoping sitting on the sofa, with Ms. B straddling him with her legs

spread apart. Zhang Chaoping's hands were kneading her buttocks, occasionally slapping them loudly. Ms. B was now like a wanton slut, completely different from how she had acted when she was making love to me. She writhed her alluring waist like a water snake, her body swaying. Zhang Chaoping's engorged penis appeared and disappeared between her legs, and she let out lewd moans.

What could be more exciting for a man than turning a dignified and intellectual mature wife into such a wanton slut? Zhang Chaoping was panting excitedly, the veins in his neck bulging. His hands occasionally slid down to her two beautiful legs encased in black stockings, which glistened faintly, probably from sweat soaking through the stockings.

Feng Wu quietly came out, carrying her clothes. Zhang Chaoping was only focused on enjoying the beautiful body before him, not even glancing at her.

He took a key from inside his clothes and opened the door. Feng Wu turned to look at me—she did indeed have a key, which meant she was quite important to Zhang Chaoping. I embraced her and entered the room.

The furnishings here were similar to the other rooms; it was a suite. But I immediately noticed the black briefcase on the coffee table—there was only one.

I was certain it belonged to Zhang Chaoping.

I discreetly surveyed the surroundings. There were no obvious cameras or other surveillance equipment in the room. But I couldn't be sure if there were any hidden ones. Given that this was truly Zhang Chaoping's private territory, I figured he wouldn't need anyone monitoring this place, because everyone has their own privacy.

Feng Wu wrapped her arms around my neck again, and I kissed her lips. I closed the door, slowly pushed her down onto the sofa, and spread her legs.

Undeniably, Fengwu was an incredibly attractive woman, especially now, brimming with desire.

I carefully observed the mysterious palace between her legs; her high, protruding vulva, like a small steamed bun, was incredibly alluring. Her thick labia were swollen and engorged with blood; the dark red slit was slightly parted, glistening with dewdrops, and paired with the wet, somewhat messy, dark forest of hair, it exuded a strong aura of lewdness.

Perhaps my lewd gaze stimulated her, for she began to writhe. She seemed to want me to perform oral sex on her, but I didn't, continuing to thrust my erect penis inside.

Fengwu wrapped her legs around my back again, rubbing them vigorously.

The smooth, fine texture of the stockings intensified my pleasure; I felt my testicles boiling with excitement, while Fengwu thrust her lower body frantically, trying to completely encompass the base of each penetration. My glans pressed relentlessly against her cervix, and after a series of shudders, she gripped me tightly with her legs.

The leather sofa was soaked with sweat from both of us. My breathing was heavy, and my hips swayed rapidly. My testicles slammed against her labia, making a wet, sticky sound.

Feng Wu was incredibly strong; she was holding me so tightly my neck felt like it was about to break. Seeing the tattoos on her back, she might be a female gangster. And her wildness was unlike that of ordinary women. I thrust into her body with all my might. Under the constant stimulation of pleasure, Feng Wu's arms gradually lost strength, and her body began to go limp; the pleasure had drained her energy.

I flipped her over; her slightly weak legs braced against the ground, her hands gripping the sofa armrests. She arched her back, pressing her buttocks against my hips. My hands encircled her waist, and I thrust my penis fully into her vagina from behind, then began to pound her buttocks.

Feng Wu's body was truly amazing; almost entirely muscle, without an ounce of fat. Her skin was a healthy wheat color, and the phoenix tattoo on her back was incredibly lifelike. As I thrust into her, the phoenix swayed as if it were about to take flight.

I was nearing my limit, so I increased my speed. Feng Wu's body began to contract; she arched her back as if she couldn't breathe, her moans turning into heavy gasps. I felt her uterus contract violently, the tender flesh inside her gripping my penis tightly, as if a small mouth was sucking at the glans, making it unbearable.

I thrust twice heavily, then pushed my penis all the way in and ejaculated against her uterus.

A large gushing of hot semen poured inside her, and Feng Wu convulsed violently, as if a long-suppressed feeling had finally been released, and a large amount of hot fluid gushed out.

We both reached orgasm simultaneously.

The release of pleasure made my entire body feel incredibly comfortable. Feng Wu's body gradually went limp, and I pressed myself against her back, my hand gently on her neck. She murmured softly.

My limp penis remained inside her. I silently counted down the seconds, and when I reached ten, I gently nudged Feng Wu's body. She didn't react. I called her name softly twice, still no response.

I pried open her eyelids to check, confirming she was unconscious.

I turned the ring back, concealing the small metal needle inside. This anesthetic was very effective on the human body; Mr. A had given it to me a long time ago. It was highly concealed, practically the equipment of a spy or assassin. I didn't know where he got this stuff, but I knew he wouldn't tell me even if I asked. I didn't care too much; this was the last time I'd deal with them.

I quickly stood up, feeling a slight ache in my lower back. I went to the door and listened outside; it seemed no one was passing by. I went to the coffee table, picked up the black briefcase, and weighed it—it was about the same weight as the others.

How was I going to get it out? I was naked, without even clothes on; I probably couldn't even get out the front door. And if the box is still here, then Zhang Chaoping's contact person shouldn't have shown up yet. I have to hurry, otherwise it will be a huge problem if we run into each other. The only safe and feasible way I can think of is to take the box and leave openly after the party ends; any attempt to sneak away is out of the question. Besides, Ms. B is with Zhang Chaoping; if I run away, she'll be in big trouble.

I have to think of a plan quickly.

But just then, I seemed to hear Zhang Chaoping and Ms. B's voices outside the door. My heart jumped into my throat. Why are they out? I've already knocked Feng Wu unconscious; if they come in, it'll be terrible.

I nervously pressed myself against the door and released the poison needle from my ring. If all else fails, I'll have to resort to force. If he dares to come in, I'll knock him unconscious first.

But luckily, the two of them didn't come this way. I could hear them clearly through the door, but when they reached the door, Ms. B said in a seductive voice that it was really great, even better than when she was with her husband (that's me). Zhang Chaoping sounded quite smug, then said he was going to find me and Fengwu. My heart pounded with nervousness, but Ms. B told us not to come yet, saying she wanted to do it with Zhang Chaoping again, and that she was a little hungry. So Zhang Chaoping led her through the corridor to the other side.

I secretly praised her for her timely cooperation. After their voices faded away, I grabbed my briefcase and slipped out, quickly running back to the room we had just been in. I grabbed another briefcase and swapped it with the one I had. Then I put the swapped briefcase into Zhang Chaoping's room.

Afterward, I dragged the unconscious Fengwu from the floor and back to the original room. I quickly tidied up Zhang Chaoping's room, closed the door, and left.

When Chaoping and Ms. B returned, they only saw Fengwu and me in the room. Fengwu was asleep, and I looked at them with displeasure.

"Where did you go? You weren't in the house when I came in." "Oh, I was a little hungry, so he took me to get some snacks, that's all." Ms. B spoke first, and Zhang Chaoping shrugged politely, his hand still on Ms. B's waist.

"You spent more than half an hour eating snacks?" My voice carried a hint of jealousy. Ms. B was speechless, and Zhang Chaoping continued.

"Actually, we were trying to find you and Fengwu to eat together, but we couldn't find you, so we had to eat alone. Where were you and Fengwu talking just now?" "We were in another room, diagonally across from there, and we didn't close the door." I pointed to the left, because I knew they had gone straight to the right. Sure enough, Zhang Chaoping and Ms. B looked at each other, and Zhang Chaoping shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, we didn't go that way." Ms. B then came over and gently took my hand, pleading softly, "Honey, don't be like this. You were just like that too..." I didn't say anything, but the jealousy on my face intensified. Now I had to play the role of a jealous husband, while Ms. B looked at Zhang Chaoping and me with a puzzled expression.

Zhang Chaoping looked at Feng Wu, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with Feng Wu?" "I don't know, she's probably too tired and fell asleep." Zhang Chaoping didn't press further, but said sincerely, "I'm really sorry. I should have thought it was your first time out together, and you might not be used to some things yet. I'm sorry, I absolutely didn't mean it. But I think since we're out having fun, we should be more relaxed, right? Here, there's only sex between us, nothing else. Even though Feng Wu has been with you once, I still love her just the same, and she loves me just the same. That's the rule of our game." The jealousy on my face lessened a bit, and Ms. B gently leaned into my arms.

Zhang Chaoping left; I guessed he went back to his room. I hoped he wouldn't notice anything amiss. A while later, Zhang Chaoping returned. Seeing that Ms. B and I were dressed, he asked in surprise, "What's going on here?" "Oh, I think we should call it a day. We have something to do, so we'd like to head back." "Really? There are still activities later. Aren't you going to participate?" Zhang Chaoping seemed a little regretful, but seeing my determination, he looked at Ms. B expectantly, hoping she would object.

However, Ms. B could only look at him apologetically.

"Okay, fine, I understand. It's my responsibility that you didn't have a good time, and as the host, I apologize again for that. I hope this won't affect your interest in future events." "You know, it's just... our first time." "Okay, I'll tell the staff to let us through. These are souvenirs from the gathering. I still hope you can..." Zhang Chaoping pointed to the stack of boxes, which had obviously been reorganized.

I was glad he offered, otherwise I would have suggested it myself. Ms. B simply took the top two boxes from the stack, her movements natural, and thanked Zhang Chaoping. We each took one and went downstairs straight outside. In the lobby, many people stared at us blankly, wondering why we left early. Some men even tried to harass Ms. B, but I brushed them off.

Once outside, the security guards, clearly having been notified, respectfully let me go.

Leaving the main gate of the Seaview Garden, Ms. B and I took a taxi to the coffee shop where we had met. After the taxi left, I made sure no one was following us, then Ms. B and I walked towards a nearby shopping mall. We passed through the lobby on the first floor and exited through another door. A Buick minivan was parked diagonally across the street.

We walked over, and the Buick's window rolled down, revealing Mr. D inside.

We got into his car, and it started and drove off.

Only then did I feel truly safe. Honestly, this mission hadn't been dangerous at all; it had gone unexpectedly smoothly. I'm still thinking how easily I'd accomplished it.

The real world is really that simple; at least I haven't encountered the elaborate, high-stakes thieves and master thieves of the movies. Those are movies, after all; movies and reality are different. In reality, sometimes things that seem dangerous and difficult can be accomplished smoothly or even inexplicably, just like this time. There were no thrilling plots, no battles of wits, no exciting fight scenes. I just sneaked in, got the stuff, and left—just those three steps.

Perhaps Zhang Chaoping was too careless, thinking that having gangsters to keep things under control meant everything would be fine. He certainly didn't expect someone to have the audacity to impersonate him and steal right under his nose. I also didn't expect him to be so easily fooled, letting us out so readily. Sometimes people are just inexplicably gullible.

He had no idea someone was plotting against him, so even when something seemed amiss, he wouldn't consider it a possibility. That's normal human psychology, even for gangsters. Because gangsters are human too.

The car continued along the road, heading towards the suburbs, and stopped at a traffic light at an intersection. A white van pulled up beside me. The door opened, and I saw Mr. A.

The door on my side also opened, and I handed him both suitcases. He took it and closed the car door. The whole process took no more than five seconds. When the light turned green, our car drove straight ahead, while Mr. A's car turned onto another road. Later, I was dropped off at an intersection, and then the Buick sped away.

I took a taxi to the long-distance bus station. I couldn't stay there any longer; Zhang Chaoping might have already realized something was wrong.

I boarded the long-distance bus back to City A, and as the bus slowly started moving out of the station, I felt a sudden, inexplicable unease. Was this really the end of it? Was I really saying goodbye to that world?

Could things be that simple? Would Mr. A keep his promise?

I didn't know, but I hoped so…

June 26th, 4 PM, City A long-distance bus station.

At 9 AM this morning, I was still in City B's Seaview Garden with a group of partner-swapping sex enthusiasts, risking being discovered to steal a black briefcase from there, but now I had regained my outward identity.

Or rather, I had shed my identity in the shadows. Mr. A promised me this was the last time.

He probably won't contact me again. I really wanted to change my phone number, but I didn't. I can't quite explain why; maybe I'm still waiting for Mr. A to tell me in person, "You're free," or maybe I have a feeling he won't keep his promise.

I called my wife, Wang Hui, but no one answered; maybe she's busy.

Back home, I kept hoping Mr. A would contact me soon and tell me it was all over. For a long time, I've been like a tightly wound alarm clock, constantly on edge because I don't know when something new will happen, and now it's time to end it all.

I sat on the sofa for a while, and I actually started to doze off. I dozed off on the sofa for a bit, and then my phone suddenly rang. I sat up abruptly and grabbed the phone. Mr. A and I usually communicate via coded text messages, never by phone, but he was the first person I thought of.

To my disappointment, it was a colleague from my logistics company. This is my job on the surface, and probably my only job from now on, so I still can't afford to be lazy. My colleague first asked if I was feeling better, and I said much better (I had taken three days of sick leave for sales, with flexible hours). He asked me to help him look up some information. This information was saved in my own email, but my computer was at the company and I hadn't brought it home. I

figured Wang Hui's computer was at home, so I decided to use hers. I told my colleague I'd send it to him when I found it, and then I went to the study. Wang Hui and I both have computers; usually, I use mine in the bedroom and she uses hers in the study,

so we don't interfere with each other. When I got to the study, I found the drawer locked.

I was puzzled and looked everywhere for the key but couldn't find it. So I called Wang Hui again, and this time she answered.

On the phone, Wang Hui sounded like she was at a karaoke bar; I could faintly hear music and singing.

I asked her where she was, and she said she was still in Beijing, out with some clients and colleagues. I asked if she had received my text message, and she said she had, then asked if I was back yet. For some reason, a thought struck me, and I said I wasn't back yet, maybe not until next week. I do

n't know why I lied; maybe it's just a habit. Anyway, she wasn't back, so I said it didn't matter where she was.

She asked what was wrong, and I wanted to ask where her keys were, but the words stuck in my throat: "Nothing much, just calling to say hello." Finally, I casually mentioned that a few days ago I needed to use her computer but found it locked, almost causing me trouble, and asked what happened and where her keys were.

Wang Hui's tone seemed a little nervous; I could sense her change in mood. She stammered for a while, saying the keys weren't home, then that the computer was malfunctioning and wouldn't turn on, and then asked why I wasn't using my own computer.

I told her it was nothing, I'd forgotten my computer at the office a few days ago, and when I got home, a colleague called asking me to look something up. I didn't want to go back, so I used her computer. It's fine now, and I told her that if the computer malfunctioned, she should get it fixed as soon as possible. She said she'd get it fixed when she got back from Beijing.

Finally, she asked me again when I'd be "back," and I told her it would definitely be next week, as things were a bit complicated and I couldn't get

it sorted out right away. She seemed relieved, said a few more casual words, and then hung up. After hanging up, I smoked a cigarette—Wang Hui usually forbids me from smoking at home. After finishing my cigarette, I went to the bedside table in the bedroom and found a pack of fourteen master keys in a special leather wallet. This was something I used during training in the army, and I still use it a lot now for this kind of clandestine work.

I became suspicious. The night before my wife left for her business trip, she was still typing away on the computer!

I went to the study, first examining the lock's design, then pulled a thin, toothed steel piece from my wallet—not much wider than a chopstick—and gently inserted it into the keyhole. This kind of concealed lock was more for show; it was easy to open. After a few tries, the spring was successfully engaged, and a twist opened it. Wang Hui's computer lay quietly inside.

A paperclip lay on the floor, stuck in the drawer seam; it would fall out whenever the drawer was opened. I noticed it and picked it up. What secret could there be that made her resort to such methods?

I almost impatiently turned on the computer, only to discover that there was a password to access the system. Several combinations of birthdays and names didn't work. I checked the time: 4:30 PM.

I went out, took a taxi, and went straight to work. A colleague saw me and said, "Don't be so dedicated!" I gave a perfunctory reply, helped a colleague look up the information, and then took my own computer home.

Then, I removed Wang Hui's computer hard drive, transferred it to my own external hard drive enclosure, and connected it to my computer.

Then the new hardware was recognized.

I started browsing Wang Hui's hard drive. It was partitioned into two drives: C drive, the system drive, which contained nothing unusual; and

D drive, a jumble of files and directories, mostly movies Wang Hui had downloaded, cosmetic product reviews, and web pages on topics of interest to women. After a cursory glance, I didn't find anything unusual and thought I was overreacting, so I was about to shut down the computer. But before that, I subconsciously checked the size of the D drive, and the result shocked me.

A 150GB partition had over 120GB used. I hadn't realized Wang Hui had stored so many movies!

I checked the movie directory again; it was over 100GB, but there were only about ten movies in the directory. I started checking each directory one by one, but found nothing else. I suspected there were hidden files, so I changed the folder options, and sure enough, I found the problem.

In one directory, there was a folder called "Records," with the attribute set to hidden. Opening it, I found about ten video clips, taking up nearly 80GB of space in total. I randomly opened one of the menus, and my head went blank. I was completely stunned… I sat there until after 6 PM before realizing I hadn't eaten.

I called the small restaurant downstairs to order. While waiting, I dialed another number—a person I knew from Wang Hui's workplace. I asked if he was familiar with the party secretary, and he said so. He asked what I needed, and I said Wang Hui hadn't been to work for the past few days, and I wanted to talk to the secretary.

He said Wang Hui had already taken sick leave, so it was fine, no need to say anything.

I exchanged a few more polite words and then hung up. My wife hadn't gone to Beijing on a business trip; she was lying to me. Where was she when I called her last time? I remembered her slight panting, and the faint music and man's voice I'd heard earlier… My teeth ached; I realized I'd been clenching them for a while.

Dinner arrived, and I ate a few bites haphazardly, then didn't know what to do. I returned to the bedroom, opened my wife's wardrobe, and saw neatly stacked leather shoes at the bottom. The pair of shoes were there too. I took them out; they were brand new, unworn, the soles new and without any wear. These shoes hadn't been worn for walking; they'd only been used in bed with other men as a tool to enhance sexual pleasure. They, along with Wang Hui's stockinged feet, had been covered in semen.

I paused for a moment, threw the shoes back, stood up, and sat down at the computer.

The videos were utterly obscene. Wang Hui was naked, wearing only sexy black stockings and high heels—her only covering—entwined with three men on the bed like a thirsty harlot, moaning, panting, screaming, and writhing; her face and hair were covered in white, sticky fluid.

The three strange men, like beasts in heat, possessed my wife's body; her expression was lewd and pleasurable, as if savoring a delicious meal, swallowing the men's penises and semen.

I couldn't suppress the urge to kill. I grabbed a nearby cup and smashed it on the ground. I even considered destroying the computer. I gasped for breath, suddenly feeling nauseous, but nothing came out; I just felt suffocated. I knelt on the ground, dry heaving for a long time, only to end up with a sore throat. I got up, looked at myself in the mirror, and saw my face was streaked with tears.

I opened Wang Hui's diary and read it again.

The first entry was on March 2nd.

I remember I was supposed to go to the suburbs with Wang Hui and her colleagues, but Mr. A had a task that day, so we couldn't go. As a result, Wang Hui went with her colleagues. By some twist of fate, the other two female colleagues who were supposed to go changed their minds at the last minute, leaving me alone with three male colleagues.

I also remember that night, after arriving in the city, I secretly called Wang Hui. It was past 8 PM. On the phone, Wang Hui was very excited, having already drunk quite a bit of red wine. I remember hearing men laughing and joking.

I told her not to drink too much, and Wang Hui said she knew. Who knew that less than an hour after that phone call, Wang Hui was forced into bed by those three equally drunk male colleagues.

Her diary entry reads: "At first she struggled, slapping Lao Liu's face because he had used his fingers to insert into my anus in the most lewd way. But they, fueled by their drunkenness, held me down and I couldn't move. I kicked my legs hard, but it was no use. Then Xiao Ma suddenly started giving me oral sex, and I immediately went limp..." I don't want to read any further. Actually, I already read it and know what happened next. During the three-day holiday, she stayed away from home for two nights. Wang Hui was with three men the whole time, and they always had sex together. No one used condoms; Wang Hui knew she was in her safe period.

I sat in the chair, unable to even feel my own heart. I felt like I had become an empty shell, a soulless shell. I not only had the urge to kill, but also the urge to die. Really, I felt unbearable pressure, unable to describe my current state. My chest felt suffocating; I even wanted to take a knife and cut open my chest to let this suffocating feeling dissipate.

I opened another video.

This one was recorded in a hotel suite, timed at 8 PM on April 9th.

A knock on the door, and a young man opened it, wearing a bathrobe, thin but healthy and strong. From the diary, I learned his name was Xiao Ma.

A middle-aged man entered, with a fair complexion and regular features, no more than forty years old; he must be Lao Liu.

He stared at the bathroom, seemingly smelling something wafting from it. He said to Xiao Ma with a hint of jealousy, "You two are here quite early." Xiao Ma smiled without speaking, opened the bathroom door, and saw Wang Hui, completely naked, blow-drying her hair. The camera shakiened, and Lao Liu waved in; I guessed it was the Party Secretary filming with a DV camera. The Party Secretary was Wang Hui's boss, somewhere between Xiao Ma and Lao Liu in age. His wife, having dried her hair, came out with a white towel wrapped around her chest, reclining on the bed and turning on the channel. Lao Liu quickly showered and came out wearing a bathrobe.

Old Liu noticed the white mid-heeled sandals his wife had worn to work that day lying on the bedside table and asked,

"Why aren't you wearing those shoes?" His wife, watching TV, replied, "I was exhausted from standing just now, I'll wear them later." Old Liu seemed a little sullen. I glanced back at the pair of black high heels in the shoe cabinet; those must have been bought by Old Liu for Wang Hui. This man seemed to have a particular fondness for high heels. The secretary said, "Those shoes are really great; just looking at them makes me hard." Old Liu added, "But you still need to wear stockings." His wife maintained a nonchalant expression and said, "They tore those." Old Liu said, "I've prepared some." He then took a pair of black stockings, still wrapped in cellophane, from his purse. He opened the packaging, smoothed out the stockings—they were open-crotch pantyhose.

These kinds of stockings are specifically designed for sex, to add spice. I've only ever seen actresses wear them in porn; they look as lewd as prostitutes. I had never imagined what it would be like for Wang Hui to wear these stockings, but she had never worn them in front of me. (
Chapter 4 , February 23rd

) Old Liu had already climbed onto the bed impatiently, and Wang Hui threw away the remote control. Xiao Ma picked it up and turned the volume up high.

Old Liu helped her put on those black high heels, then pressed himself against her, spreading her legs. The camera was now focused on their genitals. Old Liu guided his erect penis into the crevice of her flesh, slowly thrusting it in until it reached the root. His wife seemed completely filled; she wrapped her legs around Old Liu's buttocks and screamed, "Ah!"

Although I already knew, seeing my wife so wantonly accommodating another man possessing her body was unbearable. We had argued, but I couldn't believe she would do this with another man… Had the rift between us grown so wide without our knowledge? So wide that she could betray me and hurt me so recklessly? Did she no longer want to be with me?

What then was I? For the past two years, I've been living a double life. Who have I been doing it for? Was it for the hundreds of thousands of yuan in debt? Wasn't I just worried about her safety?

What is she doing this for? Is it purely for sex? Or does she feel I've wronged her in some way? When did she become so promiscuous?

I read her diary again.

The entries were about March 2nd and 3rd. Wang Hui said she experienced changes that she couldn't believe afterward. She was very active on the night of the 2nd, and on the night of the 3rd, she became very proactive.

It was as if her senses, which had been suppressed for many years, were suddenly liberated.

That following weekend, my wife slept with three men again. That was the first time she "worked overtime." By the time I discovered her secret, it must have happened seven or eight times. During this time, she never felt guilty. But when she came home and saw me, Wang Hui felt very sorry for me because she had cheated on me.

In her diary, she wrote that I am actually a good husband, and our life has always been very happy, but she always felt something was missing, something wasn't exciting enough.

She also wrote that on the night of March 2nd, it was Xiao Ma's lips and tongue that made her lose her resistance.

Later, it was also Xiao Ma who used his fingers to give her her first real, intense orgasm, both physically and psychologically. Xiao Ma learned it from Japanese films, he told her afterward.

The pleasure from that orgasm was different from when she was with me. With me, it was like a routine between husband and wife; she felt she belonged to me, she gave herself to me, including her pleasure. But with other men, she was the taker, she took pleasure from them, she felt the man with her belonged to her. It was this feeling that captivated her.

And Lao Liu and the secretary were no ordinary men either, after all, they were experienced married men. Lao Liu's behavior initially made Wang Hui think he was perverted, but the caresses of her soles and toes by a man's tongue were also comfortable, itchy and tingling, very sensitive.

The wife discovered that many parts of her body were sensitive, even her anus. But on the night of March 2nd, when Lao Liu forced himself on her, Wang Hui said she still felt pain.

I closed my eyes. At that moment, only two words filled my mind: failure! I was such a failure. I was cheated in business. I was manipulated into doing shady things, and even my own wife was slept with by someone else, even her anus was violated, and I was completely oblivious. Who could be as pathetic as me?

Meanwhile, in the video, Lao Liu was on top of Wang Hui, fucking her hard. His white, sticky penis was rapidly thrusting in and out of her vagina. Despite the loud music, I could still hear her high-pitched moans. Her legs were spread wide, as if yearning for the deepest possible union with the man on top of her.

Lao Liu lifted her stockinged legs, licking her calves and high heels with ecstasy, while fucking her even harder.

Then, the music quieted down. Xiao Ma came over, and Lao Liu and Xiao Ma, like toying with toys, lifted Wang Hui from the bed, positioning her in a kneeling position. Wang Hui had Lao Liu's penis in her mouth, and Xiao Ma entered her from behind. Being young, his endurance was limited. Perhaps due to the earlier warm-up, Xiao Ma moved intensely, thrusting and pounding forcefully from the start. He also slapped Wang Hui's buttocks hard, the slaps making a loud cracking sound. Wang Hui's body swayed violently from his thrusts, her heavy breasts bobbing.

Old Liu, his belly protruding, gasped for breath in pleasure. He grabbed Wang Hui's hair, thrusting his hips forward, as if he wanted to shove his testicles into her mouth as well. Seeing his smug, satisfied look, I swear if that bastard were in front of me now, I would tear him to pieces.

Less than five minutes later, Xiao Ma withdrew, vigorously rubbing his erect glans, his white semen powerfully spraying onto Wang Hui's back.

His wife spat out what was in her mouth and glanced at Old Liu. Old Liu understood and moved behind her. The secretary, who had been fiddling around nearby, adjusted the DV camera's position and angle, but Xiao Ma beat him to it, taking the spot in front of Wang Hui. The secretary was about to react when his wife suddenly grabbed his penis, saying, "Go down there." The secretary, small and thin, slid down to Wang Hui's body like a ribbonfish. Old Liu was already aroused. His wife mumbled, "You go in too, I like it this way," and then opened her mouth to take Xiao Ma in. The secretary thrust his glans into her well-lubricated vulva and began to move.

This was a scene only seen in pornographic films: three men sandwiching Wang Hui like a sandwich, filling every crevice of her body. Although I had witnessed it that morning, seeing it happening to my wife still gave me a sense of unreality.

Suddenly, the phone rang. All four men froze, stopping their actions. The wife shifted her body slightly and said, "It's mine." The three men simultaneously withdrew, making two sounds like the cork of a champagne bottle popping.

Wang Hui grabbed the phone from the bedside table; it was my number. She turned up the music and started talking to me, lying naked on the bed, surrounded, stared at, and touched by three other equally naked men… The phone went unanswered. I threw it onto the sofa; I didn't know if Wang Hui was ignoring it or hadn't heard it.

I didn't know what to say to her; frankly, my mind was a mess. But I also felt a pang of resentment, as if not calling would be a betrayal of my ancestors. But

the fact that no one answered actually made me feel relieved.

Since Wang Hui wasn't on a business trip, it meant she was with those three men. I had already guessed, but I just didn't want to confirm my suspicions. Was she with those three? Since she wasn't in Beijing, maybe she hadn't even gone out of town; she might be in a hotel in City A, currently… My mind conjured up images of my wife and three men in bed, in a lewd pose.

Actually, what I was imagining was just the scene from the video I'd watched.

I tried hard to recall. On April 8th, I remembered my wife saying that her company was organizing training the next day at some conference center in the suburbs, and she wouldn't be home that night. I didn't think much of it at the time. Then my wife packed her bags. The next morning, I went to work with her. I called my wife around 9 PM that night. It was very noisy on the other end of the line, with loud music. My wife said she was singing karaoke with her colleagues, which must have been the time she answered the phone earlier.

She could lie to me so casually; I didn't even notice the flaws.

I found my wife's diary entry for April 9th. The record clearly states:

"We started at 7 PM. Old Liu had specially bought me a pair of black leather shoes that morning, with thin heels at least ten centimeters high. I could barely stand in them. But when I looked in the mirror, they looked really good, highlighting my arches and looking gorgeous with flesh-colored stockings.

"At noon, Old Liu accompanied me to the clothing wholesale market. Although it was a place selling cheap clothes, Old Liu said they had all kinds of sexy clothes, things you couldn't find in department stores. At Old Liu's suggestion, I bought four or five outfits, plus stockings. Honestly, these clothes were really pretty, but I couldn't wear them to work.

"Back in the room that evening, they urged me to change. When I came out of the bathroom, both men's eyes were wide open. I felt amazing; I hadn't felt this confident in a long time. I put on makeup; the blue eyeshadow made my eyes look very alluring. The secretary kept filming my feet and thighs with a DV camera."

"Xiao Ma even turned on the computer and put on a European or American porn movie. I said, 'No need to watch, we'll definitely do better than them.' Later, around eight o'clock, Lao Liu also came. I guessed that Lao Liu must have come prepared; he must have taken some kind of drug, because even after he came out, his thing didn't go down. Of the three men, he was the most vigorous.

"Xiao Ma was also good, after all, he was in good health and had plenty of energy, so he recovered quickly after going down. It was the secretary who was the worst; he couldn't last after two tries, and I was just watching with envy. Later, around ten o'clock, Xiao Ma said he was hungry and went out to buy some late-night snacks. The secretary said he wanted to go too. Lao Liu was still working on it, so he said he would bring some back for him. Xiao Ma asked me if I wanted some. I wasn't hungry at all, so I joked with him, 'I'll be satisfied with just yours.' "When the secretary heard what I said, he suddenly got very excited, took off the pants he had just put on, climbed back into bed, and said to Xiao Ma, 'Go by yourself, I'm getting the feeling.' Xiao Ma went by himself, and the secretary quickly got hard in my mouth, and then entered me from behind..." By this point, I was basically numb. I remember calling her around 11 PM that night to ask where she'd put the electricity bill for that month. She didn't answer, and I assumed she was asleep, so I didn't call again.

Then I skipped ahead in the video, and around 11 PM, it showed Lao Liu on top of Wang Hui, panting heavily. I saw the sheets were soaked, and Wang Hui was limp on the bed, only moaning softly, barely audible.

My phone rang; it must be mine.

Lao Liu asked Wang Hui, "Who is it?" His wife threw down the phone and said, "It's my husband." Lao Liu asked again, "Aren't you going to answer?" Wang Hui said, "Ignore him, just keep going." Lao Liu went back in, and his wife's moans grew louder; it seemed my call had given her new excitement… I could feel the veins throbbing in my temples, so I turned off the video and closed my diary.

I really didn't know what to do. I suddenly started missing Mr. A. He should contact me quickly, I'll do anything he wants, as long as it helps me forget about this for a while. Otherwise, I really don't know what I might do. I've even started to feel that life has become meaningless, that there's no point in living anymore.

But I don't know how to contact him; he's always the one who contacts me.

I sat there for a while, backing up those dozen or so videos and diary entries to an external hard drive. Then I put my wife's hard drive back in, put it back in the drawer as it was, locked it, and finally put the paperclip back in its original place. I rearranged the study, picked up the broken teacup and threw it away, and then silently left the study.

I don't know why, but I cleaned the house thoroughly, making it as tidy as if I had never been there. Suddenly,

I didn't want to stay there anymore. Although it was the end of June, I felt cold in the house, perhaps because my heart was cold.

My head was spinning as I went downstairs. It was only a little past seven, not even dark yet, and I didn't know where to go.

But just then, I saw two people enter through the front door. I glanced at them casually, and a jolt ran through me. I dodged behind a van parked in the yard, then cautiously watched them.

It was Secretary Li and Old Liu; I'd recognize them even if they were ashes. The two of them excitedly carried several bags and went straight upstairs, oblivious to my presence.

What were these two bastards doing here? Could it be… could they be planning to come to my house? Right, I told Wang Hui I wouldn't be back until next week, so they had no qualms.

My teeth were practically grinding to powder; a sudden surge of urge to kill those two bastards, regardless of anything else, welled up inside me.

I really wanted to kill someone!

But then I saw Wang Hui return, wearing a tight-fitting suit and skirt, her walk exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. Less than half a minute later, she entered the building.

I hesitated. I found myself even a little afraid to face her. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Now she had wronged me, and I was afraid of her. What if things escalated? If I went up now and things fell apart, wouldn't there be no way to salvage the situation? These thoughts kept replaying in my mind; I wanted to bang my head against a wall.

How pathetic I was, watching my wife with another man and not daring to do a thing.

My phone rang for a while before I finally checked it.

It was a text message from Mr. A, asking me to come to Asia World Plaza.

I was surprised. We should be over; why was he calling me? But then I seemed to have another excuse to leave. Honestly, I was very confused. I even felt this text message came at the perfect time. Anyway, I should go see him first. It would be better to clear things up face-to-face. I didn't care about anything else now. I left through the side gate

of the complex, almost like an escape; I didn't even dare to go through the main gate.

****************************** Asia World Plaza is located in the Xicheng District, actually a large area of wasteland. More than ten years ago, when China was just starting its reform and opening up, some Singaporean group came to invest, saying they were going to build a hotel, but later, for some reason, they left after building only half of it. This large area has been abandoned ever since. Now a park has been built, but that half-finished building is still standing there. It looks magnificent on the outside, but the inside hasn't been renovated at all.

I've been here before; this is one of Mr. A's hideouts.

It was almost dark, and there were quite a few people coming and going nearby. I climbed over the barbed wire fence at the back and entered through a small door.

The third-floor lobby was empty and dimly lit, with a few small emergency lights on the floor. By the light, I could see Mr. A and several other people, one of whom I didn't recognize. The atmosphere was heavy and sinister.

Was this some kind of plan to kill me to cover it up?

I suddenly regretted coming so hastily, simply because I hadn't thought things through properly. But since I was already here, there was no way to avoid it. I steadied myself and went up to him, saying, "Who is he?" Mr. A looked at the man. "He's the one in charge of assessing this operation." So he was part of the group, probably Mr. A's superior. That is, if he had a superior.

But I wasn't interested in that, nor did I want to know more.

"What's wrong? Didn't I complete my mission? You told me this was the last mission, and I'd be free afterward. Why did you call me here?" "Yes, I did say that. But there's a problem here, so I asked you to come and explain." "What problem?" I became alert.

"This briefcase...it's not what we're looking for? Can you explain this to me?" "What?" I was stunned. "I don't understand. You said...this isn't...this is impossible. This is clearly the one Zhang Chaoping was holding. I can't be mistaken!" "I know. Intelligence confirms that what you got was indeed the one Zhang Chaoping had, but why is it different in my hands? Could you please answer this question for me?" In the shadows, Mr. A's expression was definitely not a joke, and his tone carried an unusual emotion.

"Is the intelligence wrong? I don't know what's inside, and I haven't opened it." "The intelligence can't be wrong." The strange man uttered a sentence curtly, looking as if he treated me like a suspect.

"Then has our operation been discovered? We've been tricked?" "If we had been discovered, we probably wouldn't be standing here talking now." Mr. A's tone remained calm, but the hidden pressure made my heart pound.

"That's strange. Zhang Chaoping's box is definitely correct, and I didn't steal anything wrong. Now you're saying I'm wrong, this..." I started to understand. "Do you think I'm behind this?" My heart was in my throat. These people were no saints.

"That's ridiculous. I had no idea what was inside. Why would I do something like that? By the way, I did hand the box to you. Wasn't that your doing?" I realized something was wrong and retorted to Mr. A.

"I was in the same car with him at the time. From the moment you handed him the box until now, it hasn't left my sight." The stranger spoke again.

"What, this..." I couldn't explain myself. I immediately realized I was caught in some kind of trap, but what was I to them? What use would these people have for framing me? They had no reason to frame me. Even if they wanted to kill me to cover it up, they wouldn't have waited until now; they could have done it back in B City.

"If I were behind this, why would I come here and walk right into their trap? Something's definitely wrong; it's definitely not my fault!" My situation was dire, and I could only try to buy myself some time with my words.

"Yes, I think it's strange too." Mr. A's expression was uncertain.

"But we need to get to the bottom of this, so we need you to come with us." The stranger said, taking a step forward.

Seeing that things were beyond repair, going with them would be a death sentence, I suddenly turned and ran, having already planned the route.

I was certain that Mr. A and this guy had teamed up to frame me; they must have swallowed the box and wanted me as a scapegoat. But I wasn't one to give up easily; even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, let alone a human.

They were clearly prepared; a man suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a pistol pointed at me. My body went cold. These people actually had guns?! What were they doing? Were they a spy organization? I didn't know if his gun was real or not, but I didn't dare to try.

I had nowhere to run. Even if I jumped out of the window behind me, the gunman could shoot me first.

"You two bastards, you used me and now you want to kill me to cover it up? You want me to take the blame?" I cursed, sweat pouring down my face. This was serious. They even had guns; what wouldn't they do?

"You don't need to shout here. Once we get there and we've investigated..." Mr. A didn't seem to believe I was the mole, because I had no reason to be one. He seemed to be trying to persuade me to give up, but before he could finish speaking, a soft "thud" sounded behind him.

Caught off guard, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in Mr. A's chest. It was as if a force had suddenly pushed him from behind, causing him to fall to the ground without even changing his expression. Two figures emerged from the shadows behind him, carrying silenced pistols!

The gunman pointing his gun at me was startled, but before he could turn the gun around, a bullet struck his head, blowing off a large chunk of his skull. Blood and brain matter splattered all the way onto my face.

This was real blood, real bullets. This wasn't acting; it was real killing!

My body springed to life, and without hesitation, I grabbed my pistol and rolled to a corner. By then, the two assassins were already wreaking havoc. A hail of bullets enveloped everyone present. No one was on guard; no one knew where these two assassins came from, but their skills were definitely professional, and their weapons were professional as well.

I recognized them; these two were Zhang Chaoping's two bodyguards.

"Dare to touch our boss's stuff? You'll only end up dead!" The assassin's tone was cold and murderous, the muzzle of his gun constantly spitting out faint flashes. Those present probably had no real martial arts training and were completely defenseless. The stranger was shot in the head, leaving only half a head.

Mr. C was shot in the neck and fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

Mr. D turned to run, but was shot three times in the back. The force of the bullets sent him flying more than two meters before he crashed to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Ms. E was stunned, slumped to the ground, shot in the head, her brains and blood splattering all over the wall.

Zhang Chaoping came so quickly!? This must be a gangster sent for revenge! I didn't have time to think about why they were here so fast; I only knew that if I didn't run, I was doomed.

I leaped onto the windowsill. I had trained in the military before, so my fear of firearms wasn't as great as most people's. It was the third floor, and I jumped. As I jumped, I tried to adjust my angle; I could hear bullets whizzing past me and hitting the wall.

I had never felt death so close.

In the military, this height was nothing to me, as long as I had a safety rope. But now, several years had passed, and there were no protective measures in place. I adjusted my posture in mid-air, ending up hanging from a power line on the first floor. This slowed my descent, but I still crashed headfirst to the ground.

The impact nearly knocked me unconscious, but in times of crisis, people often unleash their potential. I gritted my teeth, scrambled to my feet, and sprinted away. I was amazed by my own strength; I easily scaled the three-meter-high barbed wire fence – I don't think I ever did that easily, not even back in the army.

I didn't know if the two assassins were chasing me, but I ran like a frightened rabbit, not looking back. Once on the street, I didn't even look at the cars driving by, just charging through them, leaving behind a trail of screeching brakes and shouts. Passersby stared at me, thinking I'd encountered a madman.

I ran frantically for what felt like forever, until I was too exhausted to continue and turned into a small alley. Then I started vomiting. I was so nervous; my heart was pounding like it was going to jump out of my chest. Six or seven people were being mercilessly killed right before my eyes, like chickens being slaughtered. It was like something out of a movie, and it was happening right next to me. Even the bravest person wouldn't be terrified.

This wasn't petty theft; even a gang shootout wouldn't be this extreme.

What should I do now? Call the police? No, calling the police would just drag me into this mess. Zhang Chaoping must know who was plotting against him, which is why he sent people to retaliate. How did he know so quickly? Gangs must have their own intelligence networks. But the fact that he dared to send people to kill meant things were really serious. Most likely, his briefcase really was missing, but Mr. A said he received a fake. What was going on?

But now I didn't have time to think about it. Everyone was dead, and I had nowhere to ask. Since I can't call the police, I might as well run.

Only Mr. A knew my true identity, and now that he's dead, those two killers probably won't be able to find my home so quickly. Two hours is enough time for me to pack my things and catch a train to another city. China is so big; it won't be easy for them to find me. Besides, dealing with so many bodies will take time; they shouldn't have time to hunt me down right now.

But I need money; my bank cards and cash are still at home.

I suddenly thought of my wife, Wang Hui; she and those men are still at home… I decided to go home.

Having just survived a near-death experience, I suddenly realized that Wang Hui's infidelity wasn't actually that serious. I really felt like I didn't care about anything anymore. I was already involved in a murder case anyway; one more crime wouldn't matter. I took out the pistol; even when I jumped from the third floor, I hadn't let it slip from my hand, keeping it hidden in my clothes while running.

It looked like a Type 92 military pistol; I handled it a lot when I was in the army. The dark body and heavy feel were enough to prove it was genuine. I unloaded the magazine, filling it with fifteen gleaming yellow 9mm bullets.

I engaged the safety on the pistol and tucked it into my waistband. I found a public restroom in an alley, washed my face, threw away my blood-stained jacket, and exited the alley from the other side, hailing a taxi to go home. In the taxi , I was

still somewhat shaken, constantly looking back to see if anyone was following me, and even made the driver drive around the city a few times. This confused the driver, who gave me strange looks . ********** ... As soon as I entered, I heard noises coming from the bedroom, and there were unfamiliar men's leather shoes on the shoe cabinet by the door. My anger flared instantly. I slammed the door shut, rushed to the bedroom, and flung it open. Before I could even see what was inside, I was struck hard on the back of the head. My vision went black, and I collapsed to the floor. I don't know how long it took before I groggily regained consciousness. As I got up, I rubbed the back of my head, and the sight of everything red before my eyes nearly scared me out of my wits. Two mangled corpses lay on the floor—Old Liu and the Party Secretary—naked, covered in knife wounds. Their genitals had been cruelly severed, and the floor was covered in sticky, dark red blood. I was covered in blood, clutching a blood-soaked meat cleaver. There was no one else in the room. I killed them? Impossible! I'd been framed! My mind was exploding. I reached for my lower back—my pistol was gone. The floor was covered in sticky blood; this must be what a slaughterhouse looks like. Had a killer come knocking? No, why didn't they kill me? Why am I still alive? Who killed those two? Where's Wang Hui? What's going on? I was stunned, sitting there frozen in the blood. A scream came from the doorway, startling me. I turned around and saw the door was wide open. Then I heard a series of thuds as someone practically jumped and ran downstairs. A neighbor must have been passing by and witnessed this horrific scene. Oh no! If the police come, I'll be in deep trouble. I scrambled to my feet and slammed the door shut. Just then, I heard police sirens in the distance. I ran to the window and saw two police cars with flashing lights parked at the entrance of the complex. My legs went weak, and I collapsed back to the floor. This was an elaborate trap, and although I didn't know why, I had already fallen into it... Chapter 5 When I saw the police car at the door, I knew I was in trouble. Why did they come at such a perfect time? I was covered in blood, and there were two mangled corpses inside. If the police saw this, I wouldn't be able to explain myself no matter what. There was a commotion downstairs; apparently, the neighbor from earlier had run down. Seeing the police approaching, they hurriedly pointed at my window; then several pedestrians and elderly people enjoying the cool evening air gathered around as if watching a spectacle. No, staying here would be fatal! I didn't have time to think; I didn't even have time to change my clothes before I opened the door and ran out. This was the only exit, and then I heard a commotion in the hallway. The police were already upstairs. I ran up the stairs in three strides, and when I got to the top floor, I saw the skylight cover wasn't closed. I jumped up, grabbed a half-finished iron ladder, and used my feet to push off the wall a few times to get up. Fortunately, I hadn't forgotten the skills I learned in the army. After prying open the metal lid, I climbed to the roof. The roof was filled with metal tanks and solar panels for solar water heaters. My heart pounded. I ran around the roof once, only to find that I was alone. By then, the neighborhood below was already buzzing with noise; many people had come out to see what was happening. What should I do?! Waiting up there was tantamount to sitting and waiting to die. I might as well fight! I had noticed earlier that my building wasn't far from the building to the east that bordered the road, about four or five meters apart, and my building was taller, with a drop of three or four meters. If I could jump to the building opposite, I might have a chance to escape. There were many small houses built by villagers in this area, and narrow alleys everywhere. Once inside, the chances of escape would be much greater. Just then, I heard the metal lid rattling behind me; the police had obviously followed my bloody footprints up there. However, I had just grabbed a plastic pipe and used it to secure the metal plate cover, preventing them from climbing up anytime soon. But I didn't have much time left. I took a few steps back, then suddenly started running, reaching the edge of the building in a few strides before leaping. I never expected to have such courage; it was probably forced upon me. It was seven or eight stories below; a fall would at least result in permanent disability. But when I jumped, my legs didn't falter or hesitate for a moment. All my strength burst forth, as if I had become that reckless, arrogant young man I was back in the army. While in the air, I felt my heart stop beating, my mind went blank, and I only felt the strong wind whistling around me. I think only a second passed before I crashed heavily onto the opposite rooftop. Due to a momentary lapse in concentration, I didn't adjust my posture in time, and my body landed in a stiff, leaping position. Fortunately, I instinctively assumed a protective posture the moment I landed, and rolled forward to dissipate the impact. However, I involuntarily crashed into the rack of a solar water heater in front of me.

With a crash, the shelf overturned, and the people downstairs seemed to hear the noise, shouting loudly again. I scrambled to my feet and ran quickly to the other side.

Looking out from the other side of the building, I could indeed see the road outside, with a row of storefronts below. I looked around and found a water pipe, and all the windows of the buildings had security bars. It was too easy for me to climb down. I clung to the eaves, braced my feet on the water pipe, and slowly shuffled down. Once I was steady, I held onto the security bars. Since this was on the outer side of the building, and it was dark, I figured no one below could see me.

After I got down, the police came up from the other side. Seeing the roof full of solar water tanks and shelves, they didn't dare to act rashly, but carefully checked each one. Once they were sure I wasn't up there, I had already climbed down to the roof of the second-floor storefronts.

I took off my shirt, leaving my shirt bare, and smeared some dirt on myself to cover the bloodstains. My pants were dark, so they weren't noticeable in the night. Seeing no police below, I jumped from the second floor. I turned and sprinted diagonally forward. There was an alleyway across the street, an alley I knew well.

The streets weren't crowded, and I practically sprinted towards the alley entrance.

I'd barely caught my breath after entering, and as I peered out from behind the wall, I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I turned and saw a policeman emerging from a smaller alley. We were face to face. I jumped back, instinctively thinking I was surrounded.

The policeman, seeing my reaction, realized I wasn't a good person and panicked. She yelled, "Don't move!" and immediately reached for her gun—it was a policewoman! In a moment of panic, I lunged at her, grabbed her arm, and wrestled with her. She tried to scream, but I covered her mouth and used a grappling technique to immobilize her.

Judging by her appearance, she was a rookie cop, probably new to the job. Her skills were truly appalling; she couldn't even handle a simple grappling move. I even doubted whether she'd received any training.

The young woman struggled desperately, looking to be only in her early twenties, her eyes filled with fear and anger, tears welling in her eyes. Unfortunately, she was too weak, and I held her firmly. She tried to bite my hand, but failed, and I dragged her into an alley.

If we ran into other police officers, I'd need a hostage.

"Listen to me, I'm innocent! I didn't kill anyone!" I could only whisper urgently in her ear. She probably wouldn't listen, as she continued to struggle frantically. I had no choice but to pull out her pistol and press it against her temple. "I don't want to hurt you, I'm innocent. But don't push me too far, or I'll do anything when pushed to the limit!" The girl didn't seem to have lost her mind and obediently stopped moving.

I had to get out of here quickly; I needed to find a place to think things through. I slowly released my grip. The policewoman didn't scream, but her eyes pleaded.

"Run, I'll pretend I didn't see you. You can't take my gun. I promise I won't shoot you." The girl was terrified, but I ignored her promise. "I'm innocent. I didn't kill anyone.

But I can't explain myself right now, and I can't be arrested. I absolutely don't want to hurt you. I'll let you go as soon as I get to a safe place. I'm not a murderer, understand? But don't push me too far, or I might really go all out." "What do you want?" The girl's voice trembled, clearly having given in.

"I have to get out of here. I need to find out who framed me. I need to find out where my wife is!" My mind was a mess; I couldn't think of anything to do. "Do you have any money?" "I only have a little over five hundred dollars on me..." The policewoman trembled as she reached for her wallet, but I stopped her. What use was money to me now? I had to calm down, calm down!

"Do you have a car? Tell the truth!" I threatened her.

"...No, I came in my colleague's car..." The girl's tone was hesitant, but I didn't believe her. I reached into her pocket and found a car key with an anti-theft device attached.

I showed her the key, and her face turned pale. I pressed

the anti-theft device, and the headlights of a black Toyota with police license plates parked on the side of the alley flashed.

"Don't try anything funny! My patience is running out!" Perhaps my expression was really terrifying, because the girl finally gave in. She obediently led me into the car, and I handcuffed her. I observed the situation on the side of the road; the two police cars were still parked at the entrance of the residential area. I guessed the police were still searching for me on the rooftop.

Where could I go now? My workplace was out of the question, and Mr. A's usual hideouts were also out of the question. It was possible that Zhang Chaoping's assassins were waiting for me to walk into their trap. So

I started the car and drove north, deciding to get out of here first.

The young policewoman didn't dare to say a word the whole way, remaining obedient and still. Unlike the heroic and resourceful women portrayed on TV, she was constantly crying. I had to tell her that if she cooperated obediently, I would let her go after I ran away.

It was my luck to run into such a rookie cop, a woman at that. But the fact that she drove a Toyota and had her own gun at such a young age piqued my interest. Ordinary police officers, especially rookies like her, rarely enjoyed this level of treatment.

"What's your name?" I asked her, but she didn't answer.

"Where do you live? Do you live alone?" I thought it was quite possible. This young policewoman looked quite young, probably unmarried, and owned a car; her family might be wealthy, and she might even own a house. I felt like there was no safe place in the entire city, and I couldn't think of anywhere to go. Suddenly, a crazy idea popped into my head.

"Tell the truth, where do you live?!" My tone became stern, and I turned to glare at her.

"...Longxiang Imperial Estate." The girl's voice was trembling with fear, as if she had sensed something.

I thought: Just as I expected. Longxiang Dizhuang is one of the most upscale residential areas in the city, with incredibly high prices. Most people who can afford to buy a house there are either extremely wealthy or government officials. What ordinary person could afford to live there?

"Is the house yours?" "No, my parents live there too." The policewoman understood my meaning and denied it directly, but it was useless; I didn't believe her at all. Female police officers, especially those who dare to go to crime scenes, are usually quite independent. Most of them are independent; how could someone this old still live with their parents? Their families aren't short of money; they must have provided them with housing.

"You don't need to play tricks on me. I've said that as long as you cooperate, I won't do anything to you. I'm going to your house now. Try to change your clothes and then leave. I won't do anything unnecessary. I'm not a murderer, and I won't do anything to you. I was framed, okay?" At that moment, the policewoman's phone rang. I picked it up and saw it was the captain calling.

"Is this your boss? You should know what to say. Don't force me to do things I don't want to do." Several fire trucks rushed past the intersection ahead, and the traffic lights changed temporarily. I handed her the phone, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and pressed the pistol against her thigh.

"Hello, Captain Zhang, oh... I feel a little unwell, um, my stomach hurts, I want to go home and rest for a while. Okay, I understand." She hung up the phone in less than a minute, took the phone, and started the car again.

"Wow, even the captain gives you so much face. What do your family members do? City leaders?" The policewoman remained silent.

The car arrived at Longxiang Dizhuang. I crawled into the back of the car. There were bound to be security cameras at the entrance of this kind of residential complex. I handcuffed her hands to the steering wheel. I lay back, pressed the muzzle of my gun against the back of her seat, and whispered, "Be natural. Wipe away your tears. Don't let anyone notice anything." The security guard on duty at the gate was clearly very familiar with this car; he only glanced at it briefly before paying no further attention.

Besides, there was a card reader at the gate, so they didn't need to approach. The policewoman sighed, reached out through the other window, swiped her card, and the barrier rose. She drove the car into the complex. After

parking, I crawled back in. "Good. I think we've reached an agreement. As long as you cooperate, I promise I won't stay here for long." I looked around from inside the car under the streetlights. There were cameras nearby, but the angles were fixed, and there seemed to be blind spots. Her parking spot happened to be in a blind spot. I unlocked her handcuffs and pulled her out of the car. It was dark, and no one noticed the gun in my hand as I entered the building.

"Which floor do you live on?" I asked her softly, but the hallway was empty.

"Top floor," she whispered. The top floor is usually a duplex; living there proved her family was wealthy.

She tried to press the elevator button, but I stopped her. I knew these elevators were definitely monitored.

"Let's take the stairs," I pushed her.

Climbing twelve flights of stairs was tiring, but neither of us showed it; we were both tense. When we reached her door, she hesitantly took out her key and opened the door. I pushed her inside.

The lights were off; no one was home. I turned them on.

The apartment was beautifully decorated, with a crystal chandelier casting a soft glow. A plasma TV and designer leather sofas exuded a luxurious and tasteful atmosphere.

I turned off the alarm and checked the bathroom, finding only a cup and toothbrush set, which reassured me.

"Listen, I'll be leaving in a bit, so you'd better not try anything funny." I walked around the house and found there was even a room with exercise equipment, so I handcuffed her to it. "I won't gag you anymore, but if you dare to scream, I won't show you any mercy." She nodded in terror. Now that I, this bastard, had invaded her own home, she looked like her left and right defenses had been torn away.

I crawled into the bathroom, took off my clothes, and turned on the shower, scrubbing the blood and mud off my body.

Today was truly an incredibly unlucky day; all sorts of disasters had come together and erupted at once. My mind was a complete mess. What on earth was going on?

Blood and mud flowed down my body to my feet and then into the drain. The blood was hard to wash off, so I scrubbed desperately with the washcloth until most of my body was red and raw.

My pants were ruined; there wasn't anything underneath anyway. My documents, money, and most of my belongings are at home; I didn't have time to take them out. Right now, I only have a fake ID.

My head is throbbing badly; it's swollen and painful to the touch. I remember someone punching me in the back after I entered the house. That person must have killed someone and framed me. Who did this? Zhang Chaoping's men? No, how could they be so well-informed as to know where my house is?

And they killed Mr. A and the others, why spare my life?

Did they intend to use the police to kill me? Why would they go through all that trouble?

Or maybe not? My wife and that Xiao Ma haven't shown up. Where did they go? Could it be them…? I really can't believe Wang Hui would go so far as to kill and frame me for her lover. I find it unbelievable!

Is Wang Hui that kind of person? I don't think she is. Even if she no longer has feelings for me, I don't think she would do something so crazy. Murder is no joke; she doesn't have the guts or the ruthlessness. I believe I understand that very well.

Since it wasn't her, it must still be related to Zhang Chaoping. Could he have captured her? No, given the ruthlessness of those two assassins, they would never have let her go. The fact that she wasn't lying dead next to me proves she wasn't in Zhang Chaoping's hands.

So where did she go? Did she accidentally discover something and hide in fear?

Maybe she accidentally witnessed a murder? Maybe she saw who the murderer was?

Then why didn't she call the police?

Even if her affair was exposed, it would be better than getting involved in a murder case. He should be able to distinguish between what's more important. Unless there's some reason preventing her from calling the police?

What is that reason? She couldn't just vanish into thin air; there might be other possibilities.

There are just too many possibilities, and the key is that I'm not sure about any of them. Right now, I can only speculate wildly. Experiencing two murders in one day, I really don't know if there's any connection between the two events. Maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

"Damn it!" I punched the wall hard, breaking a tile and drawing blood from my hand. I have absolutely no clue what to do.

I came out of the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe. The policewoman was still handcuffed, and when she saw me like this, her eyes widened in terror, as if she thought I was going to do something to her. I didn't even have time to explain anything to her, I just waved my hand and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm not interested in a young girl like you. Do you have any men's clothes here?

My pants are covered in blood, I can't wear them." She shook her head, "I don't have any men's clothes here!" "Then how am I going to go out? I can't go out wearing women's clothes, can I?" "I don't know, just look for yourself, they're all in the closet anyway." She begged me to let her go, but I ignored her. I opened her closet, rummaged through it, and found a t-shirt with a very unusual design—it was the angel and devil tattoo on the back of the male lead in the popular American TV series "Prison Break."

This kind of t-shirt is unisex, both men and women can wear it. I felt my clothes were too conspicuous; I needed to keep a low profile. So I rummaged through the drawer and finally found an Olympic-themed t-shirt. These kinds of t-shirts are very popular now, especially since the city recently hosted the torch relay. They're everywhere.

I noticed that most of the pants I looked at were women's jeans and multi-pocket pants; skirts were rare. I found a photo on her desk of several young men and women outdoors, all wearing American military-style desert camouflage. It looked like a survival game or a military club event.

Opening a smaller wardrobe next to it, I found rows of military uniforms and boots, various styles from both domestic and international brands. At the very back, I found a set of men's casual clothes! I was overjoyed and quickly changed into the whole outfit—it fit perfectly.

That bitch! She dared to lie to me about not having men's clothes.

I needed to figure out what to do next. Should I flee to another city to lay low? This kind of case will definitely have an online warrant. Am I going to spend the rest of my life hiding, living in constant fear? A fugitive for life? But staying here would almost certainly lead to nothing. The police were looking for me, and the assassins were probably looking for me too.

And where was Wang Hui now? Was she in danger? I was still thinking about her. Even though she had cheated on me, I really wanted to find her and get some answers.

I went to the young policewoman; she was handcuffed to the exercise equipment and sitting on the ground. I asked her, "Do you have any money on you?" She gestured to her wallet in her pocket. I took it out and found two bank cards, over five hundred yuan in cash, a work ID, and a national ID card. She worked for the city police station; she seemed a bit better looking in person than in the photo.

"Your name is Chen Yan?" The policewoman didn't answer, implying that I had already seen her ID.

"How much cash do you have at home right now? I don't need your bank card. I'll definitely need the money on the road, so I'll take it and leave." She gestured for me to unlock the handcuffs, which I did. She then opened a locked drawer, and I saw several bankbooks and a thick envelope inside. She handed me the envelope, saying, "There's only ten thousand here, that's all the cash I have right now." "Ten thousand, good, that's about right..." I glanced at it and put the money in my pocket.

"I'm leaving right away, but I have to handcuff you again. To prevent you from calling the police. Also, you're a police officer, so I need to tell you something before I leave. I have to make myself clear." "What do you want to say?" "I just want to tell you that I'm not a murderer, I've been framed. Today..." I recounted the events to her, but omitted some details.

"That's how it is. When I woke up, I found two corpses next to me, and I was covered in blood, holding a knife. It was obvious someone had framed me. I couldn't explain myself, so I had to run away." "You're being too stupid," Chen Yan said, mustering his courage after hearing my explanation.

"I knew you'd say that. You're probably trying to tell me to turn myself in. You think the police will find out if I didn't do it?" I sneered.

"Since you know the murderer is someone else, why did you run away? Do you know that by running away, you've made yourself guilty even if you're not? Running away shows you're guilty, and the more you run, the more the police will arrest you, you know? Then you really won't be able to explain yourself." "What a joke! Do you think I'm just going to wait here for the police to arrest me? Don't forget I now have another charge of assaulting a police officer and kidnapping. If you ultimately can't solve the case, won't I become your scapegoat?" "Why don't you trust the police? If you're willing to turn yourself in, I promise I won't mention you kidnapping me." "Do you think I'm stupid? Those are two lives. If I fell into your hands, it would be strange if you didn't treat me as the prime suspect. I know you police have many cases right now." "They can't solve it. This case is so heinous. If they can't find a clue in the end, they'll definitely use me as a scapegoat and push me out." "You underestimate the police's abilities. Don't listen to hearsay. The police these days aren't like the police in the old society." "Are the police really that capable? If they were, how come I escaped so easily? And even took you hostage?

Okay, stop wasting your breath. What I've been telling you is that I'm not the murderer you're looking for. I didn't have a chance to tell the investigators, so I'm asking you to pass on the message. If I really killed two people, I might as well kill you now. Anyway, one more life doesn't make a difference, does it?" Chen Yan was too scared to say a word.

"Don't be afraid. I said I wouldn't kill you because I'm not a murderer. I'll leave your gun here." I said, putting the gun on the table, but removing the magazine.

"Remember, I didn't kill anyone!" I reminded her one last time, then looked out the window again. Everything seemed normal. I asked her, "How many gates are there in this complex?" "...Three." "Where are they?" I really didn't want to go through the main gate, because there were security cameras there, and I needed to be as discreet as possible. I wanted to avoid being seen as much as possible.

"There's another gate at Building 7 in Zone 1, which leads to Zone 2. There's also a small gate at Building 1 in Zone 1, but it's not open to cars. Find the person in charge of the parking lot outside." "Are there any security cameras at the small gate?" "I don't know." "Hey, are you playing tricks on me again?

I've only moved here two months ago, and I don't usually use those two gates, how would I know!" "Damn it!" I sighed, grabbed a baseball cap, put it on, and straightened my clothes. Just as I was about to go out, the doorbell rang.

We both held our breath in fright, my heart leaping into my throat. Chen Yan's eyes lit up with hope mixed with fear.

Damn, could this be? Could it be his family? I grabbed the pistol from the table, pointed it at her, and gestured for her to be quiet. The doorbell rang a few times without response, then her phone rang again. I believed it was the person at the door calling; they must have heard it through the door.

Was it her boyfriend? I didn't know, but there was only one set of cup and toothbrush in her bathroom, so men obviously didn't come here often. Could it be a woman?

I picked up the phone, and the caller ID showed "Ningning."

I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. I held the phone up to her and whispered, "Who is this? Is it a man or a woman?" "This is my former high school classmate, a woman. What do you want?" "She's right at the door. You answer the phone and find a way to get rid of her. Don't say anything I don't understand. If you try anything funny, I won't let you off the hook." I said, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello..." Chen Yan's voice was slightly tense.

"Oh... I was sleeping, I didn't hear you... Um, I'm sick, I'm not feeling well. Don't come, I... I have a fever, I'm afraid of infecting you..." "Oh dear... I have a fever, you should go to someone else's house... I don't need anyone to take care of me, I'll be fine after a nap tomorrow." "That's not what I meant... You... I said I'm not available right now..." Chen Yan's classmate was clearly a persistent nuisance; no matter what she said, she wouldn't leave, and she even rang the doorbell again.

Chen Yan hung up the phone, looking at me helplessly. It seemed she had no other choice.

"Go open the door and let her in, don't try anything funny." I unlocked her handcuffs and went to the door with her. I first looked through the peephole and saw that it was indeed a girl, then a hand covered the peephole, and the girl was shouting outside: "Open the door! What are you looking at!" Under the peephole, the girl's face was somewhat distorted, but I had a feeling of déjà vu.

But I didn't have time to think about it, I gestured for Chen Yan to open the door.

"What do you want to do? Don't hurt her!" Chen Yan's voice trembled. Afraid she would really cry, I whispered to her, "Since I'm not killing you, I won't kill her either. I just want to handcuff you both in this room for a while so I can make my escape, that's all." Chen Yan glanced at me and gently opened the door.

"You, what are you doing, locking yourself in this room all by yourself? Is there a man hiding in here?" There were laughing voices outside, and then Chen Yan stepped aside, and a girl came in from outside.

"There was a murder in my neighborhood just now. I heard there was blood all over the place. The killer was a psychopath; he cut off the genitals of two men and stuffed them in their mouths. It was terrifying. The murderer hasn't been caught yet. I heard he's hiding somewhere in the yard. My brother and his men are searching the whole area. They've cordoned off that block. He said it's not safe for me to stay there alone tonight, and since you're sick, he suggested I come and sleep with you. And you're still here..." The girl had barely finished speaking when the door behind her suddenly slammed shut. She turned around in surprise and saw the dark muzzle of a gun.

When I saw the girl, I was also involuntarily startled. We both froze for a moment before exclaiming simultaneously, "It's you!?"

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