[Urban] The City of Lost Virginity (Complete) - 14

Chapter 54 A Dilemma
Shang Rong sat next to Zhang Yan, his mind far from assessing her driving skills. He was preoccupied with what Zhang Ming had said on the phone, constantly checking the cars behind them in the rearview mirror, but found nothing unusual. Of course, those were all professionals; they wouldn't easily reveal their abilities.
Zhang Yan found it strange that the man remained so solemn and silent throughout the journey. She knew a little about Gao Yan's situation; was it really necessary to be so tense? However, she didn't intend to ask him. Only when the car stopped in front of the entertainment center did the man speak, "I might be a little late. You go home first. Be careful on the road."
He then leaned over and licked the woman's lips. This gesture seemed normal for a man. Seeing the man's hurried manner, Zhang Yan didn't say anything, turned the car around, and drove home.
Once the car was far away, Shang Rong turned around and saw Zhang Ming already standing behind him. "
I didn't tell Mr. Yang you were coming."
"Good job, I'll talk to you then."
"There's something else. I was worried you might have something to do tonight, so I called the three of them along. Do you want to see them?"
Shang Rong stopped and thought for a moment, then said, "How much time is left until the agreed time? Did he ask for money?"
"Three hours. The location isn't far; I can get there in half an hour. He didn't mention money."
He then went into Zhang Ming's office. Zhang Ming called two security guards to stand at the door and then locked the office door.
Shang Rong plopped down on a sofa, lit a cigarette, and said, "Be more specific."
Zhang Ming sat down opposite him and said, "It was very sudden. More than a week has passed since the first two calls, and we haven't received another call. We've confirmed those two calls; they were indeed inquiries about matchmaking. Tonight, just before dinner, the phone rang again, but it was a man calling. I answered the phone myself and told him we were looking for women, not men. The man immediately said he wanted to talk to the boss. I asked him what he wanted to talk about. He said it could only be in person. I said the boss was busy and didn't have time, and he said I just needed to tell the boss it was an old friend who wanted to talk. I asked for the time and place. He said I had to be on time, or I'd face the consequences."
"Face the consequences? Threatening me!"
Shang Rong said viciously. "
Go and call them in."
His mind started working like a machine, so he didn't notice Zhang Ming had already led three people to stand in front of him.
"Let me introduce you. This is the boss,"
Zhang Ming said to the three men. The three men bowed slightly to Shang Rong, who nodded.
Zhang Ming pointed to a young man in his late twenties wearing a leather jacket on the left and said, "This is Lu Yang.
He's from Baoding, Hebei, and works in the People's Liberation Army. Boss, just remember his nickname, Pangolin." He then pointed to a young man in the middle wearing only a t-shirt and said, "This is Chen Baoguo, from Leiyang, Hunan, and works in the Armed Police. His nickname is Map."
Finally, he pointed to a third man in a suit, who was relatively older
, and said, "This is Zhao Zhigang, a local resident, and works in the People's Liberation Army. His nickname is Shooting Wolf." Shang Rong noticed that the three men were almost the same age and height, and all had short hair, so he didn't immediately try to distinguish them. However, the nicknames were quite interesting. He pointed to the chairs and said, "Sit down, everyone."
After everyone sat down, he said, " I've been thinking about this phone call all the way here. There's no doubt it's him, or his accomplice who provided the hiding place. This is an opportunity for us, but it also carries a huge risk,"
Zhang Ming said. "The other side deliberately scheduled the meeting so tightly to give us no time to prepare. However, the map and Pangolin have already checked the area. Although there are many people there at night, we don't plan to act there. Instead, we'll follow him for a while and then strike where we deem appropriate. And personally, I don't think it's Zheng Gang himself coming to meet us. If possible, we want to follow him for a while until we find him."
Shang Rong shook his head and said, "Have you considered that Zheng Gang released this balloon just to test the wind direction? If he's considering safety, he doesn't intend to... " "If we try to retrieve this balloon, you won't solve the problem even after a year. Zheng Gang is as wary of me as he is of the police. I think this contact is most likely a pawn Zheng Gang has sacrificed; they won't have another chance to meet."
Pangolin interjected, "But this contact must know something inside. If we can get him to talk, we might be able to find Zheng Gang."
She Tianlang said prudently, "Now we must consider what to do if the person who comes is Zheng Gang himself?"
Zhang Ming said decisively, "Unless Zheng Gang is a pig or truly exceptionally brave, it's impossible."
Shang Rong, after listening to the others, seemed to suddenly have a clearer mind. He waved his hand and said, "If we take action against the person he sent, Zheng Gang will definitely know. They can just make some kind of secret agreement, like a secure phone call;..." "We need to return to a certain location and wait. So we can't push Zheng Gang to the brink. Otherwise, this kid will fight to the death."
Zhang Ming nodded and said, "So, we either don't move, or we must act in the shortest time possible, before Zheng Gang has time to react."
Shang Rong sighed and said, "Are you sure you can do that?"
Pangolin said, "It depends on how much valuable information that person can provide."
Shang Rong shook his head and said, "It's still too risky. This is Zheng Gang's first test of me. If he knows I'm going to turn against him, he won't be polite. Even when the mantis stalks the cicada, it has to guard against the oriole behind it. The police..."
Shang Rong suddenly sat up and looked at Zhang Ming and said, "Do you have any police uniforms?"
The group looked at each other, and Zhang Ming seemed to understand. He excitedly said, "This is a good smokescreen." "The law is that as long as we're in police uniform and seen while on duty, Zheng Gang will have to spend a lot of time trying to tell if we're real or fake,"
Shang Rong said approvingly. "That's right. Zheng Gang's primary goal is getting the money. Unless he's desperate, he won't cooperate with the police. What death row inmate would want to go back after escaping? As long as he hears that the police arrested his contact, he'll be shocked and hide even more deeply. Besides, even if he wants to find out the truth, given his current situation, it won't be something he can do in a day or two. This greatly increases our safety factor."
She Tianlang said, "I think it's a good idea. It's about time. Hopefully, we won't run into the real police."
Pangolin cursed, "Damn it! If we do, we'll take them down."
Just as Shang Rong and his group were plotting, Zheng Gang watched Jin Sheng disappear into the night. Goodbye, old buddy. As long as we have the chance to meet again, I will definitely satisfy your desire for money.
Zheng Gang closed the door and quickly returned to his bedroom, put on a jacket, then put on a baseball cap. He stood in the middle of the room, examining his surroundings to see if he had left any clues. After checking, he found nothing of his own except for semen stains left on the sheets from when he had sex with Ai Hua. He figured he'd leave these things here. Even if the police found them, it would only prove he'd lived here.
Just then, he heard a knock on the door. That little bitch was pretty punctual. Zheng Gang opened the door and saw Gu Ai Hua standing in the darkness, wearing a trench coat. Zheng Gang closed the door, pulled his hat down low to cover half his face, and put his arm around the woman's shoulder as they walked down the steps.
After making the phone call as Zheng Gang instructed, Jin Sheng was filled with excitement. After all this time, it was finally time to act! Hundreds of millions of yuan—good heavens, even a fraction of that would be enough to last a lifetime. But he couldn't understand why Zheng Gang wouldn't let him ask the other party for the money directly. Or simply give them his bank account number and have them transfer the money. Was he afraid Jin Sheng would run off with the money? He recalled Zheng Gang's expression when they spoke; the old man seemed evasive and even a little neurotic that evening. If he were being asked to collect the money, that would make sense, but to be asked to go just to say a few meaningless words was puzzling. Was there some danger involved? Jin Sheng walked along, pondering Zheng Gang's unusual behavior, and unconsciously slowed his pace. His suspicions grew stronger. He even considered turning back to ask Zheng Gang what he meant, but seeing the time, he realized it was too late. He stood at the entrance of a supermarket for a while, spat on the ground, cursed a few times, and then went into the supermarket, heading straight for the public phone.
Shang Rong, after hearing Zhang Ming's call back, was furious and cursed Zheng Gang as a bastard. He knew this kid was up to something and wouldn't get away with things so easily. A million? That wasn't a huge amount. But once he got that million, the kid would be unstoppable. He'd have to consider his own safety then, and of course, Zhang Yan and Zi Hui would be threatened. If he didn't give it to him, he'd better watch out. This kid, even in jail, lacked humor in threatening people; he was like a thug. The more thuggish he was, the less you could drive him crazy. He was a mad dog driven to the brink; he was capable of anything. Where did that bank card number come from? It must have been obtained with a fake ID; you couldn't find anything wrong with it. Zheng Gang wouldn't be foolish enough to withdraw a million yuan in cash from the bank all at once. His specialty is shrewd, piecemeal tactics; he'll definitely use the ATMs to his advantage and then wage guerrilla warfare against himself. Mao Zedong defeated four million regular troops using this tactic.
Shang Rong now truly felt caught in a dilemma. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to agree to the other party's demands, at least leaving room for maneuver. Otherwise, Zheng Gang might give up and get him on the police's blacklist, giving Qi Shundong a legitimate reason to target him.
Shang Rong slammed his hand on the table, muttering to himself: "This situation must not be allowed to happen."

Chapter 55: Joy
Turns to Sorrow. Zhang Ming drove Shang Rong home. When they were not far from his house, Shang Rong suddenly said, "I'm not going home. Take me to Gao Yan's."
Zhang Ming didn't say anything, silently turning the car around and driving towards Gao Yan's house. Shang Rong glanced at him and said, "When are you going to settle your personal life? You're almost 30, aren't you? Do you have a girlfriend?"
Zhang Ming didn't expect his boss to be so direct and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Perhaps his boss was thinking about him and Gao Yan again. This matter had never been mentioned again, but how could his boss not care?
Shang Rong seemed to see through Zhang Ming's thoughts and sighed, "Gao Yan isn't suitable for you, and I wasn't her first man. I won't go into the details."
Zhang Ming stammered as he drove, "Boss, I... I really don't know... about you..."
Shang Rong interrupted Zhang Ming, lit a cigarette, and said, "You don't need to explain, and don't bring this up again. But you should say a few good words for Gao Yan; you really hurt that woman's feelings. You'll still be working together in the future, don't act like enemies."
Zhang Ming quickly said, "Definitely, definitely."
Shang Rong gave Zhang Ming a meaningful look and slowly said, "Zhang Ming, I think you're a kind person, so I'd like to play matchmaker for you. What do you think of Qiao Fei?"
Zhang Ming almost drove the car onto the embankment. "Well... we haven't known each other much..."
Zhang Ming chuckled. "Don't pretend. To be honest, I'm smitten with Qiao Fei. Just tell me if you like her or not. If you don't, there are plenty of men who want to marry her."
Zhang Ming thought to himself, "If I don't like that angelic girl, am I even a man?" "
I like her... but..."
Shang Rong, impatient with his stammering, interrupted him, "If you like her, that's good. I'll make the decision for you. But remember, I'm introducing you to a wife, not a mistress. If you betray her, I'll have those three people you trained destroy you."
Zhang Ming really wanted to pull over and kowtow to his boss. Thinking of Qiao Fei's delicate beauty, his foot on the accelerator felt weak.
"Boss, should we ask a friend at the police station to check that account and see if we can find anything valuable? If a million is transferred out, we'll be in trouble,"
Zhang Ming said, changing the subject.
"No, absolutely not. We can't use the police station. We mustn't alert Qi Shundong. That old dog is incredibly shrewd. I'll have some friends investigate the account; they're experts. I'll let you know when I have the results. Just be prepared,"
Shang Rong said decisively.
Zhang Ming thought, "Just how many friends does the boss have? He associates with all sorts of people!" "
I've already arranged it. If that person registered the card under their real name, we'll definitely be able to find out. I think we shouldn't deposit a million right away. Let's deposit 100,000 first, to whet their appetite. Maybe that person will call again. In short, don't satisfy their demands all at once. I'm sure the person who called isn't Zheng Gang. You can keep him calm by just sending money."
Shang Rong laughed, "With someone as shrewd as you to scheme against him, I'm much less worried. This matter has been a real concern of mine. Once this is settled, we can finally hold our heads high."
Zhang Ming's interest was piqued as well. "
As long as they don't give up on their money, we'll take care of them sooner or later. When is the boss going to visit our villa in the suburbs?"
Shang Rong said resentfully, "I've been wanting to go for a while, but lately Qi Shundong has been following me around like a dog. How can I go? That place must be kept a secret, and you shouldn't go there unless necessary."
Gao Yan has been busy with the hotel's opening preparations lately, recruiting and training people all day, and auditing various accounts. She was so tired at the end of the day that she didn't want to go to work. She ate something haphazardly outside, took a hot shower, and went to bed. She was thinking about tomorrow's work when she heard the doorbell ring. She looked at her watch and it was already past midnight. Who else could be here at this hour but him? She'd just give him a key tomorrow to save him from having to climb up and down the bed. Looking
through the peephole, she saw that it was indeed Shang Rong. He couldn't have come so late just for her body, could he? There must be something else going on.
"You're only wearing underwear to open the door. Aren't you afraid it's a strange man?"
Shang Rong couldn't help but say as soon as he entered and saw that the woman was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, with half of her breasts exposed.
As Gao Yan helped the man take off his coat, she said, "You can smell Mr. Shang's scent within 10 meters of this apartment. Which man would dare come near?"
Shang Rong, seeing the lack of a smile on her face, knew she was being petulant. "
Go to bed first, don't catch a cold. I'm going to take a shower; I haven't showered in two days."
He then went into the bathroom.
"Do you need my help?"
Gao Yan asked from the bathroom doorway.
Shang Rong said loudly, "I'm not used to women showering me."
Gao Yan smiled and returned to the bedroom. She picked up a bottle of perfume from the dressing table, dripped a little on her finger, smelled it, and then rubbed it between her legs. Last time, the man had kissed her private parts in bed—something unprecedented—maybe today… Even though she had just showered, she was still worried about the odor. For some reason, the thought of the man sucking on her between her legs made Gao Yan feel hot all over. Her nipples instantly felt the friction of her bra, and her inner thighs felt slippery. She simply stripped naked, climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over herself, and secretly hoped that the man would come out of the bathroom soon.
Shang Rong crawled into bed, but didn't lie down. Instead, he leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and smoked, seemingly unaware of the woman's naked body.
He'd only taken a couple of puffs when he felt a hand slip down to his underwear. Women this age really can't go a day without a woman! He hadn't touched a woman for two days because of that data collection device; it seemed he'd have to satisfy this little wildcat first.
Thinking this, a smile appeared on Shang Rong's lips as he reached out and stroked the woman's hair, saying, "I've been a little impotent these past few days, I don't know if it'll be enough. If you want to, it might take some effort."
Gao Yan, hearing the man's words, thought he was deliberately teasing her. She sat up, blushing, pulled off the man's underwear, and gently grasped his manhood while kissing his chin, saying, "It's all because you overdid it on those two. I'm just a disfavored concubine; who knows when I'll be able to enjoy the Emperor's favor again?"
Shang Rong looked at the woman, blew a puff of smoke in her face, and sighed, "Having too many women is really not a good thing. When there's only one woman, she'll at least have some pity for you. When there are two women, one of them will definitely be dissatisfied. If there are three women, then none of them will be satisfied. None of them will treat you like their man; it'll be like you're renting someone. I..." "I've been sick for two days, I can't even get out of bed. You think I'm doing good things in bed with them every day?"
Gao Yan looked at the man's pitiful expression, then looked closely at his face and said, "I didn't notice earlier, but you really don't look well. What
happened?" Shang Rong threw away his cigarette butt and said, "What else could it be? Everyone gets sick once or twice."
Gao Yan lifted the blanket and saw that the man's penis was indeed still drooping. She hugged the man and lay down on the bed, saying sweetly, "You didn't tell me, how would I know? You'll just lie quietly in my arms and sleep tonight."
After saying that, she put the man's head on her breast.
Shang Rong enjoyed the sensation of Gao Yan's soft breasts for a while, then asked, "Don't you want to enjoy the Emperor's favor?"
Gao Yan, mimicking a movie voice, said sweetly, "Your Majesty's health is not good, how dare this servant be presumptuous? It is already an immense favor that this servant can hold Your Majesty for one night."
Shang Rong laughed and slapped Gao Yan's buttocks, then reached behind her and touched her private parts. The touch was slippery, and he laughed, "My beloved concubine's place is shrouded in mist, and the rain is heavy. If I cannot clear the clouds and let the sun shine, wouldn't I be letting down my beloved concubine's good intentions?"
Gao Yan, aroused by the man's touch, released another stream of nectar. She twisted her buttocks and stuffed one of her full breasts into the man's mouth, trembling as she said, "Your Majesty's health is important... this servant... this servant... how about Your Majesty uses your dragon hand to do this servant?"
After saying that, she lay down and grabbed one of the man's hands, pushing it towards her genitals.
Shang Rong quickly moved his fingers in and out of the woman's wetness, while leaning over to kiss her mouth. Gao Yan's hand unconsciously grasped the man's penis and began to stroke it. Soon he felt the object in his hand become incredibly hard. The itch in his heart was no longer something his hand could satisfy. For a moment, he forgot the Emperor's poor health and eagerly awaited his favor. He couldn't say it aloud, so he could only arch his backside and moan softly.
Shang Rong, after working on it for a while, felt his desire growing stronger. He withdrew his hand, looked at the woman's aroused face, and asked, "How do you feel now?"
Gao Yan pulled the man closer, saying coquettishly, "I don't care... I don't care... I'm just a servant, I'll leave it to Your Majesty..."
Seeing the woman's uncontrollable desire, Shang Rong climbed on top of her and entered her. "
Let me deal with you now. You'd better perform well. I love your seductive side. Neither of them can compare to you."
Gao Yan enjoyed the man's thrusts, her starry eyes slightly open. She took the hand that the man had touched her with and brought it under his nose, saying, "Smell it."
Shang Rong took a breath and said, "How can it smell so good? Your..."
Gao Yan whispered a few words in the man's ear, and Shang Rong laughed and scolded, "You're really seductive. I'll grant your wish."
He then tried to get up. Gao Yan hugged him tightly and said, "Not now... I'm coming... Just..."
A full thirty minutes later, the storm subsided, and the sun shone through. Satisfied, Gao Yan then felt sorry for the man, letting him half-lie in her arms and feeding him a cigarette afterward, one puff at a time. "
You must have had something else to tell me today,"
Gao Yan asked, licking the man's ear.
Shang Rong seemed to suddenly remember he had something to tell the woman. He sat up and leaned against the bed, saying, "I'll give you a bank account number. Transfer 100,000 yuan into it tomorrow. Go and do it this morning."
Gao Yan, hearing it was only a small amount of 100,000 yuan, didn't bother to ask why. She snuggled into the man's arms, humming and saying seductively, "You seem to be having a bad relationship with that pretty girl lately, don't you?"
"Which pretty girl?"
Shang Rong asked, puzzled.
"That model!"
Shang Rong suddenly remembered that Gao Yan had been in contact with Qi Xiaoya quite a bit, and suddenly became interested. He pretended to be confused and asked, "What relationship do I have with her? Did she say anything to you?"
Gao Yan smiled slyly and said, "She didn't say anything. I think she asked you about it the other day."
Seeing that the woman was deliberately teasing him, Shang Rong lay down on the bed angrily and said, "Sleep! Sleep! I'm tired."
Gao Yan snuggled against the man again and laughed, "If you want to help, just say so. I'm not the kind of woman who wants to tie a man to her waistband."
Shang Rong slapped the woman's buttocks and said angrily, "You're so selfless!" "Privately. I want to sleep with her, can you help me with that?"
Gao Yan chuckled at the man's expression, gently rubbing his genitals as she said coquettishly, "Don't talk about her anymore, or I'll get hard again. You've already thrown out two million, are you afraid you won't get her?"
Shang Rong said irritably, "Do you think you can buy any woman with money?"
Gao Yan turned her back and said quietly, "Only a woman like me can be bought with money."
Shang Rong propped himself up, looking at the woman's resentful expression, and said hatefully, "You fucking deserve to be fucked."
After saying that, he grabbed the woman's buttocks and entered her from behind.
Gao Yan let out a moan and whimpered, "You only have this kind of ruthlessness when it comes to Qi Xiaoya, just fuck me to death."
Shang Rong collapsed onto the woman, deflated.
Chapter

56: Clues
Just as dawn was breaking, Shang Rong sneaked back home like a thief. The house was quiet, obviously the two women hadn't gotten up yet. Shang Rong had spent too much time with Gao Yan last night, and his legs were still feeling weak. He had planned to sneak into another woman's bed for a nap, but he was afraid of waking them up and being interrogated endlessly. He decided to wait until they got up before sleeping. Feeling a little hungry, he unusually went into the kitchen. After a flurry of activity, several breakfast items were already laid out on the table.
Zi Hui got up first and saw the man sitting at the table. She wondered why he was up so early today, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that he had just returned from outside. He must have been having a passionate night with Gao Yan. At this moment, she looked at Zhang Yan, who came out of the bedroom, in surprise. It turned out that the man had actually gone to the kitchen himself. Coming downstairs and standing behind the man, she said, "Yan Yan, what's wrong with you? Shang Rong has been mediating all night, he's already worked hard enough, why did you make him cook himself? Looks like we need to hire a full-time nanny."
Zhang Yan came downstairs, looked at the breakfast on the table, and smiled, "It's alright, at least the eggs aren't too burnt."
Shang Rong wiped his mouth and said, "You two lazy women, I kindly made breakfast for you, why are you complaining so much? What will you do when we have children..."
He suddenly stopped, looked at Zhang Yan, then at Zi Hui, and continued, "When are you two going to give me a child?"
Neither woman had expected the man to veer off to this question, and they were momentarily at a loss for words. Zhang Yan spat lightly and ran to the kitchen. Zi Hui blushed and snorted, "You're still dreaming after breakfast!"
She then went into the bathroom, leaving the man standing there in a daze.
Shang Rong suddenly felt a wave of emptiness. A major life question he had never seriously considered, he had just raised, and it had been ruthlessly rejected by the two women. He suddenly felt that all his efforts were like a bear trying to pick corn—ultimately, nothing but a waste. A wave of sorrow washed over him. He couldn't help but shout, "Damn you! Giving me a child is such a disgrace! I'll go find a womb tomorrow, I can't count on you… If it doesn't work out, we'll all just break up…" His voice
even trembled with tears at the end.
Zi Hui peeked out of the bathroom, and Zhang Yan ran out of the kitchen, only catching a glimpse of the man's back as he entered the bedroom. The two women exchanged a glance, seemingly realizing the gravity of the situation, and simultaneously headed towards the bedroom.
The man lay face down on the bed, groaning as if enduring unbearable pain. Zhang Yan climbed onto the bed, stroking the man's head with one hand, like petting a restless pet, trying to calm it down.
"I work from dawn till dusk, racking my brains, all for what?"
the man muttered under Zhang Yan's caresses.
Zi Hui sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to turn the man's head, trying to make him turn his face. While speaking with utmost gentleness, she said, "Even emperors in their fifties or sixties without a crown prince aren't this anxious. Do you perhaps have mountains of gold and silver waiting for someone to inherit them?"
Shang Rong immediately rolled over and said, "Even those who collect scraps have little kids sitting on their carts, why don't I?"
Zi Hui chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, tomorrow we'll have a few little kids running around the house too. Don't complain about the hassle then."
Shang Rong perked up at this, looked at the two women, and shamelessly said, "No sooner said than done, who's going first?"
Zi Hui stood up and said, "I have to go to work, I have an appointment with the company's legal counsel. Yan Yan is free."
She then ran out.
Zhang Yan jumped off the bed and said, "Oh dear! I still have something cooking in the pot." She
then awkwardly left as well.
Shang Rong lay on the bed and muttered to herself: Now it's quiet, I'll go back to sleep.
After making the call, Jin Sheng didn't go to the appointment. Instead, he wandered around outside, thinking about how to answer Zheng Gang's questions before heading home.
But as soon as he entered the house, he froze. Zheng Gang didn't come out to greet him as usual, and there was no sound from inside. He went into the inner room and instantly became furious, plopping down on the bed Zheng Gang had slept on, panting heavily. "
That kid dumped me. He used me as a pawn. It looks like he's not coming back. Where could he go with no money?
Would they really transfer money to my card? If he did, I'd be rich. Then I'd leave with the money, and Zheng Gang wouldn't care if I lived or died. Who told him to play tricks on me?
He definitely didn't expect me to ask them for money directly. Scholars are so pedantic, they have to go through all sorts of procedures. I prefer to be straightforward. But what if they don't transfer the money? Will they find me through the bank card? Probably not, only the police can find that." However, it's better to be careful. He should disappear for a while, at most two days, regardless of whether he gets the money or not.
Jin Sheng lay in bed, his mind racing, filled with anxiety and uncertainty. He just wanted tomorrow to come quickly, tossing and turning for most of the night until dawn before finally falling asleep.
Jin Sheng slept until midnight, lying there groggily for a while. Suddenly, he remembered the money, jumped out of bed, and rushed out the door without even washing his face. After walking for about ten minutes, he saw an ICBC ATM not far away. Jin Sheng's heart pounded, and he didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe it was a guilty conscience.
Looking around, he saw no one. The ATM stood forlornly against the wall, its mouth agape. Jin Sheng quickly went inside, inserted his sweaty savings card, entered the PIN twice before finally logging in, pressed the balance check button, and a miracle happened. Jin Sheng knew he only had a few hundred yuan on his card, but just by looking at the length of the number, he knew it was different from before. A surge of joy filled him. He looked around again; no one was paying attention to him. He counted the money on the screen with his finger, confirming that the people hadn't transferred a million as he'd requested, but only one hundred thousand. A slight disappointment lingered, but it didn't dampen his excitement; after all, he'd never seen so much money in his life. Was it real? Could there be some mistake?
To verify this, to prove the ATM wasn't malfunctioning and he wasn't dreaming, he clumsily typed in a string of numbers with trembling, thick fingers. When the dispenser cheerfully spat out a crisp one-thousand-yuan note, Jin Sheng whistled with delight. Good heavens, only five thousand a day! When would he ever be able to withdraw all that money? Should he just go to the bank with his ID? Even then, he'd have to wait until tomorrow; he needed an appointment. What a stupid rule. He'd call those people again tonight and urge them to transfer the rest. Looks like they're afraid of Zheng Gang. Zheng Gang, where are you now?
Jin Sheng thought of this money-grubber and couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. But in the blink of an eye, he was already in a taxi. "Let's find a place to have some fun first, it's been a while since I've had sex."
While Jin Sheng was indulging in pleasure, a man was looking at his detailed information on a computer.
Sun Xiaoning's friends were clearly not useless; they'd figured out this man's entire family history in such a short time. It seemed the ten million yuan was well spent; just a few friends were so useful. He'd have to test the identification number sometime. Shang Rong clicked the mouse and sent Jin Sheng's information to Zhang Ming. Zheng Gang couldn't escape this time.
Zheng Gang was very satisfied with the hiding place Gu Aihua had found. It was a farmer's private house far from the city, with a separate courtyard. The surrounding houses stretched outwards, almost endless, and the winding alleys were all almost identical, making it easy to get lost. Living in this house, with a lock on the outside, no one would come for a year.
Zheng Gang couldn't help but think of Zhang Caixia's little courtyard that had brought him endless warmth and happiness. Caixia. I don't know how you are now, but you have to hang in there!
For the first time since escaping from the prison hospital, Zheng Gang felt safe. It wasn't that Jin Sheng's house was unsafe; what truly unsettled Zheng Gang was Jin Sheng himself. After all, they were classmates, and the massive investigative agency would eventually discover this connection. He knew that the police would spare no effort in tracking down a criminal like himself, showing no slackening whatsoever. Besides, Jin Sheng was always out and about; who knew when his old habits would resurface and he'd run into the police again? Zheng Gang would then become the perfect fodder for Jin Sheng's accusations of bribery. It's just that, at that point, he couldn't find anyone more suitable than Jin Sheng.
Now, things were alright. Ai Hua's appearance, by sheer coincidence, solved this problem for him. Although this woman had a complicated background, she was a perfect cover; after all, there were countless prostitutes these days, and not all of them could be registered with the police. Judging
from what Ai Hua said last night, Jin Sheng was fine and had gone home to sleep on time. This shows that Shang Rong hasn't touched him, but it doesn't mean Shang Rong doesn't want to. Perhaps they've already set their sights on Jin Sheng. It will take a few more days for things to become clear. Only then can they decide what to do next.
"You haven't said a word since you came in. Are you unhappy with this place?"
Gu Aihua complained, standing by the door.
Zheng Gang then realized his thoughts had wandered too far, and he hadn't even spoken to the woman. He patted the bedside and said, "Come sit down, this place is excellent, I'm very satisfied. I didn't expect you to be so capable."
Ai Hua smiled smugly at the man's praise. Zheng Gang reached out and pulled Ai Hua into his arms, saying, "Ai Hua, I think I've fallen in love with you."
Ai Hua looked at the man and said, "Come on! You're kidding me. We don't believe in that."
Zheng Gang lifted the woman's chin and kissed her lips, saying, "I'm serious. As the saying goes, true friendship is revealed in times of trouble. You and I are friends who have been through thick and thin!"
Ai Hua hugged the man's neck and said, "Whether you're serious or not, as long as you truly love me for a day, I'll love you too. Anyway, no one has ever loved me."
Zheng Gang said gently, "Then I'll love you now, okay?"
As he spoke, he reached into the woman's clothes and gently kneaded one of her breasts.
Under the man's gaze, Ai Hua blushed for the first time ever.

Chapter 57 A Special Visit
Shang Rong stood for a while at the gate of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Those not in uniform had to show their identification to enter or exit, and some even seemed to need the gatekeeper to call and ask permission before they could go in. Shang Rong took out his ID card from his jacket pocket and walked towards the gate.
"Hey! What are you doing here? Who are you looking for?"
the gatekeeper shouted.
"I'm looking for Zhang Aijun. Director Zhang,"
Shang Rong said, waving his ID card in his hand.
Hearing that he was looking for the director, the gatekeeper seemed to lose his confidence instantly, and his voice softened considerably. "
Was it arranged?"
"No."
"Then wait a moment, I need to make a phone call. What's your name?"
"Shang Rong."
The gatekeeper came out after a while in the small room, his expression very friendly, as if he completely regarded Shang Rong as one of his own. "
Go on in, Director Zhang is waiting for you. It's the innermost office on the second floor."
Shang Rong thought as he walked in. This security guard must think he was an acquaintance of Director Zhang. Actually, Zhang Aijun's willingness to see him was solely because of his status as a suspect; he might even think he was turning himself in. If the police station couldn't let just anyone in, it would always be open to those who surrendered, since there were very few of them.
Shang Rong walked down the corridor, glancing at the signs on the doors, occasionally brushing past police officers in uniform. Sure enough, the sign on the innermost room read "Director's Office." Placing the highest-ranking administrative official's office at the innermost part—what was the reasoning behind it? Security? Nitpicking. Perhaps it was for peace and quiet, just like the placement of the company's general manager's office.
Shang Rong knocked on the door, and after receiving permission, he pushed it open and went in. The room was quite large, but simply furnished. All the functional items were concentrated around the director's large desk, forming a small central area. The rest of the room was empty, making it seem sparsely furnished. Psychologists say that the simpler the furnishings, the more complex the mind of the occupant.
The items on the director's desk were neatly arranged, the most prominent being a miniature five-star red flag. Though small, it still represented the national flag. Shang Rong didn't understand the meaning of having a flag on the desk. Perhaps it proved that the desk was state-owned property. Director Zhang had clearly assessed
Shang Rong's visit in just a few minutes. He didn't stand up to greet the guest; perhaps as a director, he had forgotten such etiquette. It was usually others who stood to greet him. At this moment, Director Zhang's sharp gaze fixed on the young man who had entered. This gaze had once made those with ulterior motives tremble and criminals tremble with fear.
Shang Rong was, after all, just an ordinary person. Although he had some cleverness and wit, he was still too green in front of a seasoned veteran. So, when his eyes met Director Zhang's, he almost forgot his greeting. He found it strange that he never felt this way in front of Qi Shundong. Was it because Qi Shundong had the title of "Deputy"? To be fair, he wasn't the kind of person who would be so snobbish. Perhaps it was his menacing gaze that made him uneasy.
"What brings you here? Sit down and let's talk."
Director Zhang's words were neither warm nor cold, neither hurried nor slow, typical of an official. However, there was too much official air about him and not enough of the air of an elder. The balance between the two was a complex art, beyond the comprehension of a businessman.
"Director Zhang, I was introduced by a friend and came specifically to pay a visit. I should have visited you at your home, but I felt it would have been too presumptuous, so..."
Shang Rong finally remembered the lines he had prepared before coming.
Zhang Aijun seemed quite surprised by Shang Rong's words, tilting his head back and squinting as if pondering what kind of friend had introduced this suspect to visit him. The search yielded no results, so he had no choice but to ask, "Oh! My friend?"
"I went to Shanghai a while ago and learned by chance that you were an old comrade-in-arms of Sun Xiaoning's father, Sun Haiyang. It's clear Xiaoning has great respect for you. Xiaoning and I are friends, and I'm also your junior, and we live in the same city. If I didn't know, that would be fine, but now that I know, if I don't come to visit, Xiaoning will blame me for not being considerate. But..."
Zhang Aijun was not just surprised, he was utterly astonished. His astonishment wasn't that he knew about his relationship with the Sun family, but that this prime suspect was actually Sun Xiaoning's friend. He knew perfectly well what Sun Xiaoning did, and the "friend" they were referring to wasn't just any friend; it had a special meaning. Could it be...?
The mature and composed Zhang Aijun finally stood up from his throne and actually poured a glass of water himself, placing it on the coffee table in front of Shang Rong. "
But I've never heard Xiao Ning mention your name."
"That's not surprising. A name is just a symbol to us. I have a few friends in this city, and Xiao Ning probably hasn't mentioned them to you either. It doesn't matter; modern communication can prove it in seconds."
Shang Rong finally relaxed, and his tongue became more nimble. He was secretly pleased; it seemed the money hadn't been wasted.
"Please sit for a moment, I'll be right back."
Zhang Aijun seemed to sense the complexity of the situation.
Just as Zhang Aijun left, a young policewoman entered. She smiled sweetly at Shang Rong and picked up the thermos to refill his water. A form of surveillance. Not surprising; how could a stranger be left alone in the chief's office? "Thank you. What's your name, miss? How old are you?"
Shang Rong asked arrogantly, legs crossed.
The policewoman put down the thermos and glared at him angrily, but because she didn't know his relationship with the chief, she didn't react. She simply ignored him, focusing on tidying the documents on her desk. No wonder it's so organized; she must come in several times a day to tidy it up. I wonder if the chief has straightened her skirt. She's nowhere near as pretty as Xiaoyu, though her buttocks are fuller. Shang Rong was lewdly staring at the policewoman's small buttocks beneath her skirt when Zhang Aijun pushed open the door and walked in. The policewoman then conveniently left the room.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. You said you came to visit me, but it can't be that simple. Just tell me what you want."
Zhang Aijun didn't return to his seat but sat down on the sofa opposite Shang Rong, his demeanor clearly no longer aloof.
Finally, we've gotten to the point, but now's not the time. Speaking too frankly with someone you barely know is a major taboo in officialdom. Today, I only used Sun Xiaoning as a stepping stone, and it seems to have worked quite well. We'll do some more research at a more opportune time before discussing serious matters. I wonder if the Director likes money. He knows my intentions perfectly well, and keeping them to myself now makes it seem more substantial. The visit is a pretense; revealing my identity is the real purpose. What to do? You should discuss it yourselves first. It would be best to hold a director's office meeting or something.
Shang Rong smiled meaningfully, imagining the surprised look Qi Shundong would show if he knew his identity. "
Director Zhang, you may not believe me, but I'm here sincerely. Consider today an introduction to Director Zhang. I won't bother you any further. I have a small business in this city; this is my business card. If Director Zhang needs anything, please feel free to call me."
Zhang Aijun felt quite deflated today, having misjudged this young man's intentions three times. He recalled Qi Shundong's assessment of Shang Rong: "This is a very shrewd person." No wonder, they're lawless people. It's best to stay away from these kinds of people, otherwise disaster might strike at any time. Looks like I need to persuade Shundong. "
Are you really alright, that's why you came to see me?"
Zhang Aijun actually smiled a little.
Shang Rong stood up and said, "If I don't leave, I'll really seem insincere." Coming
out of the building, Shang Rong felt refreshed, thinking the trip was worthwhile. He had bought another insurance policy, but he still didn't know the price. Thanks to Xiaoyu, that girl hasn't called for two days, she hasn't forgotten about him, has she? Just as he was about to open the car door, Shang Rong saw Qi Shundong get out of the car, and he saw him at the same time. The two stood facing each other for a while, and then Qi Shundong walked towards Shang Rong. The two didn't shake hands, exchange pleasantries, or even smile, and all four of their eyes gleamed with a wolf-like ferocity.
"Coming to turn yourself in?"
"I've already turned myself in, but no one will take me in."
"Stay away from my daughter."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want my daughter with a criminal."
"Then why did you send someone else's daughter to a criminal's bed?"
"I don't have time to argue with you right now. Anyway, if you dare to lay a finger on my daughter, I won't be polite."
"I'm a businessman, my time is valuable. Don't even think about messing with me. I'm being quite polite to you, though. As for your daughter, she's an adult now and protected by law. If you represent the law, then I'm breaking the law."
Qi Shundong stared at Shang Rong for a long time without saying a word, then turned and left without a word.
Shang Rong sat in the car, panting. The little bit of good mood he had just had vanished instantly. Damn it, where is Qi Xiaoya? I'm going to fuck her right now.
Shang Rong started the car angrily, really wanting to go find Qi Xiaoya, but just then his phone rang. It was Zhang Ming calling, with only one sentence: Boss, the goods have been delivered to the warehouse, waiting for you to come and inspect them. Putting down his phone, Qi Xiaoya was completely forgotten. Shang Rong slowly drove onto the main road, his eyes glued to the rearview mirror. Strange, it felt like the cars behind him were watching him. He couldn't take any risks; this time it was for real. Shang Rong suddenly remembered the alley behind the school he'd used to pick up Zhang Yan last time. Ignoring the cars behind him, he sped home.

Chapter 58 Joy Turns to Sorrow
When Shang Rong returned home, Zhang Yan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, cracking sunflower seeds. Seeing Shang Rong enter, she exclaimed, "Shang Rong, come watch! This comedy will make your stomach hurt from laughing!"
Without even changing his shoes, Shang Rong stood at the door and said, "Yan Yan, quickly put on your clothes and drive me somewhere, hurry up."
"Ugh! Where are we going again? I'm really enjoying this."
Zhang Yan reluctantly stood up from the sofa, her eyes still glued to the TV.
Shang Rong grew impatient and snapped, "Why are you dawdling like this, woman? You're always cooped up at home, aren't you satisfied? I'll wait for you downstairs."
Seeing her husband's temper, Zhang Yan didn't dare delay. She quickly dressed and went downstairs. She wondered why her husband's temper had been so unstable lately; he was either acting crazy or throwing a tantrum.
"Later, park the car at the alley entrance. Before I reach the other end, no matter how many cars are behind you, don't move. Pretend the car is broken down. When you can't see me anymore, turn around and go home,"
Shang Rong instructed her.
Zhang Yan thought, "He just finished throwing a tantrum and he's acting crazy again." However, she didn't ask why her husband was playing this pointless game, nor did she care. She was in a hurry to get home and watch TV.
The taxi drove for almost an hour and a half before arriving at Black Bear Gully, which Zhang Ming had mentioned. This was the southern suburbs of the city, mostly hilly. Scattered across the rolling hills were small two-story houses built by farmers. In the summer, city dwellers flocked here to escape the heat, and these houses became guesthouses, farmhouses, and villas.
Shang Rong had just gotten out of the taxi when she saw Zhang Ming get out of a Mitsubishi SUV parked by the roadside. "
Why did you take a taxi, boss?"
Zhang Ming asked, puzzled.
"I was afraid someone would follow me. Have you figured everything out?"
Shang Rong didn't have time to explain in detail and asked impatiently.
Zhang Ming opened the car door for Shang Rong and said, "The villa is just ahead. Let's go in and talk."
This house was somewhat different from the other small two-story houses; it wasn't divided into rooms like a guesthouse, but designed as a private villa. The house was located at the bottom of a small hill, invisible from the outside, surrounded by a small grove of trees, with a dirt road leading directly to the villa's gate. The car drove up to the gate, honked a few times, and a large iron gate slowly opened.
Zhang Ming led Shang Rong up to a room on the second floor, where She Tianlang was sitting alone. Seeing Shang Rong enter, he quickly stood up and moved to the side.
Shang Rong sat down on the sofa and looked around the room. He hadn't expected Zhang Ming and his group to have built such a luxurious house in this desolate place; no wonder it was called a villa. Money really does buy you good fortune! "
Now you can tell me. Where is he?"
Zhang Ming cleared his throat and said, "He's in the basement, with the map and the pangolin watching him. My suggestion is that the boss shouldn't see him. We questioned him all night, but we didn't get any valuable information."
Shang Rong said sternly, "Just tell me the details; I'll judge whether it's valuable or not."
Zhang Ming quickly said, "The situation is like this: when we found his house, no one was home. We waited until after 3 a.m. before he staggered back, clearly drunk, so we didn't bother him much and simply brought him here overnight without letting him go back inside."
Shang Rong asked, "Are you sure no one saw him?"
Zhang Ming laughed, "It was too late; there wasn't a soul around. Even if someone saw him, they'd think it was a bunch of drunkards."
Seeing Shang Rong remain silent, Zhang Ming continued, "At first, this guy was quite tough, even..." They threatened us for the remaining money, and after the map gave him a hard time, he told us everything. Zheng Gang did stay with him for a while; he was after Zheng Gang's money. Unexpectedly, Zheng Gang didn't trust him and left alone the night he contacted us, never to return or contact him again. Zheng Gang did ask him to rent another house as a second hideout, but this guy was stingy and kept putting it off. So he couldn't say anything about Zheng Gang's whereabouts, but he guaranteed that Zheng Gang had no money.” Shang Rong sneered
, “That's ridiculous! Did Zheng Gang run off to sleep in the open and smoke cigarettes if he had no money? Didn't you ask Zheng Gang what he did and who he met while they were together?” Zhang Ming said, “We asked, and
he said Zheng Gang hid in the house and never went out, and he hadn't seen anyone. But…”
Zhang Ming looked at Shang Rong and said, "But he said Zheng Gang is usually alone in the house."
Shang Rong stood up and paced back and forth in the room
, then muttered to himself, "That's not right! If Zheng Gang could leave without a penny, he wouldn't have gone to him in the first place." Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and DiTu rushed into the room. He was startled to see Shang Rong standing there and stammered, unable to speak.
"Didn't you know to knock? What's wrong?"
Zhang Ming asked unhappily.
DiTu glanced at Shang Rong and said, "I just gave that guy a cigarette, and he remembered something. The night Zheng Gang came to his house, a prostitute was there, but she was in his bedroom and didn't see Zheng Gang."
The people in the room immediately fell silent, staring at DiTu. DiTu, not knowing he had said something wrong again, quickly added, "He knows that prostitute, and he knows where she lives."
Zhang Ming looked at Shang Rong and said, "That makes sense. It seems the matter will ultimately come down to this woman."
Shang Rong didn't say anything, just nodded. Zhang Ming turned to She Tianlang and the map and said, "You two go now and do everything you can to bring that woman here. Be careful, don't mess it up."
After the two left, Shang Rong suddenly felt a chill. This involved two people. These soldiers were like wartime; once they started, they were uncontrollable. Who knew how many more people would be implicated? Setting up a court in their own name, illegal detention, kidnapping—these were no small charges! If Qi Shundong could prove even one of them guilty, he would be in the same boat as Zheng Gang. But what else could he do? Give all that money to Zheng Gang? Then Zheng Gang might try to destroy him. That was a certainty. He wouldn't be the only one to suffer then; would Zheng Gang let Zhang Yan and Zi Hui go? Imagining Zheng Gang gaining power and humiliating his two women, Shang Rong shuddered, his heart hardening. It was a matter of life or death. With such a large sum of money, it was impossible for several people not to die. The key was how it was handled. As long as Qi Shundong couldn't get the evidence, he wouldn't be guilty. Besides, those people swarming around this pile of money aren't exactly benevolent; they're just a few flies. What's wrong with squashing a few flies?
"Boss, what do you plan to do with Jin Sheng?"
Zhang Ming asked softly when Shang Rong remained silent for a while.
"What do you think?"
Zhang Ming looked at his boss and said, "I'll follow your instructions. Whatever you say, we'll do. However, from a long-term security perspective, we can't let him..."
Shang Rong sat back on the sofa and said, "You handle some of the technical issues. There's one principle we must adhere to: unless our lives, freedom, and property are endangered, we won't do anything extreme."
He paused and continued, "I once heard Qi Shundong tell me about some disappearance cases that lasted for over a decade. Their characteristic was that they were never seen alive or dead. In the end, they were simply left unsolved."
Zhang Ming understood his boss's words and thought to himself, "So he already had something in mind. "
Shang Rong stared at Zhang Ming and continued, "Don't just focus on the outside. Sometimes bad things come from within. You have to take responsibility for these three people. Also, no one else should be involved in this matter. I mean no one. After this is over, let's not stay in this city anymore. Let's go somewhere else and start a new business. We can do more good deeds like building bridges and repairing roads then."
He closed his eyes, seemingly exhausted.
Zhang Ming said, "Boss, why don't you go rest next door for a bit? I'll let you know if there's any news. Do you want to find a girl nearby to give you a massage?"
Shang Rong stood up and said, "Never let a woman into this room. Once she comes in, don't let her leave."
Zheng Gang was leisurely lying on the bed listening to the transistor radio Ai Hua had bought for him. Although it was the 21st century, the room still didn't have a television. Ai Hua saw that the man was bored all day and that doing "that kind of thing" in bed all the time wasn't a good thing, so she bought him a radio to keep him entertained.
Zheng Gang had made up his mind. If Jin Sheng didn't act strangely in a couple of days, he planned to contact Shang Rong personally through the marriage-seeking phone number. If things went smoothly, he could get some money first. Of course, he didn't plan to ask for too much this time; the current situation didn't allow him to carry a bag of cash around recklessly. Just 100,000 yuan would be enough; he believed Shang Rong would definitely give him that amount. Once he got the money, he would take Ai Hua away from here to Ai Hua's hometown. Then he could negotiate with Shang Rong from a distance, which would be much safer for him.
Zheng Gang was considering his next move when he heard the sound of a lock being opened outside. Why was that woman back so soon? He hadn't wanted her to go back to that place, but the woman said she had something important to retrieve. Zheng Gang thought it might be something valuable like a bankbook. He'd let her go back this time; it seemed that Shang Rong or the police didn't have that kind of knowledge about the place yet. But he couldn't let her take that risk again. As soon as the woman left, Zheng Gang regretted it. He felt he shouldn't have let her go back, since Jin Sheng knew where she lived. Thinking of Jin Sheng, Zheng Gang increasingly sensed his danger.
Zheng Gang hadn't expected Aihua to return so quickly. He got out of bed and entered the yard when the woman rushed in, looking flustered.
"What happened?"
Zheng Gang sensed something was wrong from her expression.
"I don't know, I was terrified! How could someone be in my house? I didn't give anyone my key!"
Aihua was confused and her incoherent words left Zheng Gang bewildered. He pulled her into the house and found her body still trembling. "
Don't rush, tell me slowly what happened."
Aihua, catching her breath, said, "I went home and ran into the old lady who lives downstairs at the entrance of the building. She said my apartment was leaking and the water was seeping into her roof, so I went upstairs with her. When we got to her apartment, it was exactly as she said. I hurriedly told her to go home and check. The old lady said, 'If you had waited for me to come back, the apartment would have collapsed. Luckily, your friend came yesterday and we were able to plug it.' I was confused at the time, thinking, 'What friend came? How did he get in without a key?' I didn't think much of it then, I just wanted to go home and find out what was going on." "Ah... I only said a few words of apology to the old lady. But when I came out of her house, I happened to see a man carrying two lunch boxes coming upstairs. I let him go first and followed behind. Unexpectedly, the man stopped at my door and knocked. I thought he had the wrong door and was about to speak when my door opened inwards. I was so scared that my legs went weak. I thought it must be the police. I turned around, went downstairs, hailed a taxi, and ran back."
Listening to the woman's description, Zheng Gang's heart was pounding, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He hurriedly asked, "Nobody knows you're here, right?"
Aihua replied, "I got out of the car at the roadside as you told me, and didn't let the car drive in."
Zheng Gang pulled the woman into his arms and hugged her tightly, saying, "I never thought you were such a lucky woman. If those people had caught you, we would both be finished."
Aihua hugged the man and said, "I'm so scared, is the police going to arrest me?"
Zheng Gang pulled the woman to sit on the bed and said through gritted teeth, "It's not the police, I know who they are."
Aihua threw herself into his arms again and said, "I'm so scared, they won't find this place, will they?"
Zheng Gang comforted her, "No. Jin Sheng must have given them your address. Only you know this place, they definitely won't find you. Don't worry, I'll get the money soon, and then I'll take you away from here."
After saying that, he felt that the woman was still trembling badly, so he carried her to the bed and said, "Come on, let me pamper you so you won't be scared."
As Zheng Gang moved on the woman, he cursed Shang Rong in his heart. It seems that if he doesn't teach you a lesson, you'll really think you're a pushover. An eye for an eye. Sooner or later, I'll make sure your whole family is wiped out.
Zheng Gang gritted his teeth, thinking this through gritted teeth, and unconsciously used too much force, causing the woman beneath him to cry out.

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