[Urban] Urban Loss of Virginity (Complete) - Chapter 27

Chapter 44 Gentle Interrogation (Part 2)
Seeing that the woman didn't turn her face, Shang Rong picked up the glass of red wine and handed it to her, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "Drink this."
Gu Chunyan slowly turned her head without moving, her eyes meeting the man's. His cold eyes seemed to flicker with flames. For some reason, Gu Chunyan felt not fear but a surge of excitement, an excitement that wasn't entirely psychological but also physically present. She involuntarily took the glass, her eyes fixed on the man, and slowly brought it to her small, scarlet lips, tilting her snow-white neck back as the red liquid slowly flowed into her mouth. Shang Rong suppressed the urge to pounce, took a small sip from his own glass, then took the empty glass from the woman and poured himself another. Seeing the man raise his glass again, Gu Chunyan quickly said in a coquettish voice, "Mr. Shang, I can't drink, I'll get drunk if I drink any more..."
Shang Rong still held the glass in front of the woman, saying wickedly, "I just want to see what you're like when you're drunk."
Since the man had said that much, Gu Chunyan felt she had completely grasped his psychology. She took the glass and said coquettishly, "Mr. Shang is so naughty, do you only feel happy when you make me lose control?"
Although she said that, she still drank the glass, while staring at the man with a resentful look. He must have this expression every time he entered her. Shang Rong fantasized about Fang Yuliang having sex with women, and the impulse in his body was almost uncontrollable. "Who else is in your family?"
Shang Rong seemed to want to change his attention, so he changed the subject. Gu Chunyan chuckled lightly, her alluring manner as she said, "Oh dear! Why is Mr. Shang so concerned about a young woman's family matters?"
She glanced at the man, and seeing no smile in his eyes, replied seriously, "I only have one mother. My father passed away two years ago, and I have two older sisters who work in other cities."
"How old are you this year?"
Shang Rong asked casually, staring at his wine glass. Gu Chunyan lowered her head, seemingly shy, and said, "Twenty-four years old."
Then, she looked up bravely to meet the man's gaze, and teasingly asked again, "Mr. Shang, do you often ask girls' ages so casually?"
Shang Rong chuckled dryly and said, "I haven't finished asking yet. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Seeing the man's slight smile, Gu Chunyan's heart leaped with joy. She turned closer to him, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "Mr. Shang, you wouldn't be trying to introduce me to someone, would you? It's a pity a lowly waitress like me might not find anyone to pity me."
The woman's fragrance wafted into Shang Rong's heart with her words. He could even feel the heat emanating from her body. He couldn't resist grabbing her... A small hand grabbed hers, and a breathy voice said, "Then let me show you some tenderness, how about that?"
Gu Chunyan knew the real show was about to begin. She tried to pull away from the hand the man was holding, pleading, "Ah, Mr. Shang, no... I'm scared... please let me go..."
As she spoke, it was as if the man pulled her hand, and she rolled into his arms, burying her head in his neck. One of her small hands tickled his chest, and she whimpered softly, "No... Mr. Shang... we can't do this... someone will see... ah... I'm so embarrassed..."
Shang Rong felt that the person he was holding was as soft as cotton, and her body was so hot it felt like it was melting. He lifted the woman's face and saw that she hadn't closed her eyes, but rather they were slightly open, filled with a dreamy expression. Her small mouth was slightly open, and she was humming softly, making sounds that were hard to understand. "Tell me!"
Shang Rong grabbed the woman's soft, plump buttocks, panting as he asked fiercely, "How did Fang Yuliang from the Public Security Bureau do you? If you don't tell me clearly, I'll spank your ass today."
His words instantly stiffened the woman's soft, water-like body. Her slightly narrowed, alluring eyes suddenly widened, and she almost stopped breathing. A long silence followed, the two remaining motionless in their embrace. It wasn't until Gu Chunyan recovered from her shock that she cried out "Ah!" and twisted her body, seemingly trying to break free from the man's embrace, saying in a panic, "You...how could you...Ah! Let me go...What do you want to do..."
She then twisted her body like a pretzel. "What do you want to do? Naturally, I want to do you like Fang Yuliang did. Tell me quickly, how did he hook up with you? How did he do you?"
Shang Rong felt a strange excitement. He pushed the woman down onto the sofa, placing her plump, round buttocks on his lap. He reached out and lifted her black skirt. Her pantyhose only reached her thighs, and above that, a pair of pure white thongs tightly hugged her round buttocks, making them look like the buttocks of an innocent girl. Shang Rong's large hand rubbed through her thongs as he excitedly said, "Tell me quickly, or you'll regret it."
Gu Chunyan raised her head from the sofa, twisting her neck to watch the man playing with her buttocks. She gradually became excited and didn't care about guessing the man's intentions. She just followed the man's lead and stammered out her story. Whenever she didn't explain something clearly, a crisp cracking sound would come from her buttocks, along with the man's shouts and the woman's moans. After Gu Chunyan tearfully and humiliatingly explained the whole story, her delicate, snow-white buttocks were covered in wounds. Shang Rong clearly saw that his crisp trousers were stained with the woman's nectar.

Chapter 45 Deadly Flirting.
Listening to the woman's sometimes shy and hesitant narration, sometimes uncontrollable sobs, and sometimes unbearably itchy expressions, Shang Rong felt his bones almost melt. Adding to this, the snow-white, round buttocks bouncing up and down in his arms nearly made his eyes pop out. He hadn't originally intended to touch this woman, but the current situation was too much even for a strong man, let alone an old rogue who had spent so much time among women. So, when the woman was halfway through her story, Shang Rong had already unzipped his trousers, revealing his monstrous weapon. He reached out and embraced the woman's body, and with a seductive moan from her, he entered her depths in a sitting position, then began to sway her beautiful buttocks with pleasure. Gu Chunyan was rendered speechless by the man's ministrations. She buried her burning cheeks in his shoulder, her heart trembling, wanting only to offer him her allure. After all, the man now inside her was a wealthy and powerful tycoon. Being played with by such a man aroused Gu Chunyan's desire quickly and intensely. In less than five minutes, she had trembled and climaxed in his arms. This woman's climax was uniquely styled; every cell in her body trembled, her moans like resounding horns. Her most exquisite parts suddenly tightened, while inside, a turbulent sea surged. At the same time, she no longer buried her face in his shoulder, but instead cupped his face in her hands, her large, watery eyes fixed on him. The resentment, confusion, pitifulness, helplessness, and allure in her eyes almost made Shang Rong lose his composure. "You're truly a beauty!"
Shang Rong exclaimed during the woman's brief respite.
Gu Chunyan's sense of shame seemed to return instantly. With a soft moan, she nestled back into Shang Rong's arms, her buttocks rubbing against his still-erect member, wriggling as if in defiance. She coquettishly complained, "You're bad, you're so bad..."
Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her ample breasts tightly against his chest, and hooked her earlobe, humming, "You've already taken advantage of me, aren't you going to let me go... Ah... Why... Please forgive me... You're too strong..."
Hearing the woman's soft voice, Shang Rong felt a surge of conquest, and an immense power coursed through him. He forcefully pulled her buttocks towards his abdomen, and with a sharp slap, the woman let out a pitiful cry. Shang Rong felt himself thrust into a mound of tender flesh. "This is a small punishment for you,"
he said, rubbing her waist against his abdomen. He panted slightly as he rubbed, "My darling, listen carefully, from now on you will listen to me in everything."
Seeing that the woman seemed not to have heard him, her small mouth only humming and moaning, her bouncy waist twisting faster and faster, a sharp crack was heard, followed by a high-pitched scream from the woman. It turned out that Shang Rong had slapped her writhing buttocks hard, and said in a deep voice, "Did you hear what I said?"
The woman sobbed and answered in a low voice, "I heard you... I... I'll listen to you... Please have mercy on me... I can't take it... Ah... Don't rub anymore... It's going to penetrate me..."
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Shang Rong's mouth, and he continued to shout, "What about Fang Yuliang?"
"Ah... I'll never... I won't let him... do it again..."
Gu Chunyan seemed to be gradually entering a dreamlike state, her body rising and falling tirelessly, her entire buttocks wet as if they had been pulled out of the water.
“Wrong! You have to keep going with him. Not a single word about what's going on between us can be revealed…”
He paused, then added, “What tasks has he given you lately?”
Gu Chunyan was confused when the man told her to continue her relationship with Fang Yuliang. Didn't he care? “He told me… to keep an eye on Mr. Zhang… his whereabouts…”
“Where does he usually do it with you…”
“Not always… sometimes in hotels… and… he has an apartment… near the North Gate…”
Shang Rong leaned back on the sofa, letting the woman sway against him. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then grabbed the woman's chin, making her look at him, and said, “You make an appointment with him tomorrow, saying you have information about Mr. Zhang's whereabouts to report. Then tell me the meeting place in advance… you have to make him do it with you, the longer the better…”
Gu Chunyan blushed and threw herself into the man's arms, protesting, “You're so mean… I'm your woman now… and you still want me to do it with him…”
Before she could finish, Shang Rong threw away his cigarette, grabbed the woman's buttocks, and lifted her up forcefully, while… Panting, he said, "If she's my woman, she has to do as I say... If you do this well, I'll not only cherish you, but I'll also give you a lot of money. Then, you'll be my woman alone... If you mess this up..."
Shang Rong grabbed the woman's neck and said fiercely, "I'll kill your whole family!"
Gu Chunyan shuddered at the man's vicious words, and her lower body involuntarily tightened, gripping the man tightly. Shang Rong, feeling a surge of pleasure, tilted his head back and took a deep breath. He suddenly threw the woman onto the sofa, stood up, and ordered, "Lie down, stick your ass up high, I'm going to fuck you like Fang Yuliang..."
Gu Chunyan seemed to have endless grievances, slowly swaying her eye-catching big ass to get into position. Shang Rong reached out and touched it, sighing, "No wonder he always likes to do you from behind, your ass is so beautiful..."
Just as Shang Rong was about to launch a fierce attack with his weapon erect, Gu Chunyan turned around and looked at the man, saying in a coquettish voice, "No, that's not it... I hate my ass so much."

Chapter 46 Tensions Rise
The police from the Xicheng branch had been searching Shang Rong's entertainment center for several days, but had not found any valuable clues, let alone any trace of Zhang Ming. After listening to Fang Yuliang's report, Qi Shundong felt slightly disappointed, but this situation seemed to be within his expectations. Shang Rong was an old fox, and he should have been prepared long ago. "We can issue an arrest warrant for Zhang Ming now. That detective met him that night. As long as we catch Zhang Ming, he won't be afraid of not confessing." "
Fang Yuliang said excitedly. Qi Shundong stroked his chin thoughtfully, not responding to Fang Yuliang's words. Since the conflict with Shang Rong at Xiaoya's place last time, Qi Shundong had a new understanding of this old rogue. He was almost certain that if Shang Rong was pushed too far, he would definitely retaliate. Although Qi Shundong didn't know how serious this retaliation would be, he couldn't afford to be complacent. To deal with someone like Shang Rong, you have to strike at his vital point, a fatal blow, otherwise, if he retaliated, he might be in a dangerous situation. "Has that detective been discharged from the hospital? How is he feeling?"
Qi Shundong asked. Fang Yuliang curled his lip and said disdainfully, "He's scared out of his wits. He's been discharged for half a month and is still holed up at home, not going to work. The bureau gave him a level one disability. I looked at his report about that night; it was incoherent and didn't make sense." A few days ago, we showed him photos of several security guards from the entertainment center. He kept changing his mind, sometimes saying it looked like Zhang Ming, sometimes saying it didn't. Later, we showed him Zhang Ming's photo, and he kept changing his mind again. I'm worried he might not even recognize Zhang Ming in person."
Qi Shundong sighed and said, "We can't entirely blame him. These kinds of emergencies are rare. He's also disabled, and the psychological impact on him is unimaginable. We need to do more psychological work on him. But I'm not worried that our detectives won't recognize Zhang Ming. I'm worried that Zhang Ming might be one of the two people that night. If not, issuing a warrant for his arrest now might make us a laughing stock. Besides, Zhang Aijun wouldn't agree to it."
Fang Yuliang said anxiously, "This is a big case. One of our officers has died, and our detectives think he looks like one of the two people that night. We have to arrest him first, no matter what."
Qi Shundong shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said shrewdly, "Arresting the other one is more important. He has a mark on him. Once we catch him, Shang Rong will be one foot in the grave. " "How's the screening process for the casino's security guards going?"
Fang Yuliang said angrily. "The personnel department's files don't show anything at all. Zhao Zhigang doesn't even have a file. They said he's still in his probationary period and they don't keep files. The other security guards with files haven't shown anything suspicious. I suspect Shang Rong's thugs won't have any records at the casino, and they certainly won't be appearing there as security guards. I've already had my informant keep an eye on Zhang Ming's movements."
Qi Shundong stood up and said, "You need to continue monitoring the surrounding checkpoints. The gunshot wound won't heal anytime soon, and you need to visit all the private clinics. The work must be thorough."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "There's another piece of information that might be valuable: Zhang Ming is a demobilized soldier, and Zhao Zhigang is also a demobilized soldier and knows Zhang Ming. I suspect Shang Rong's gang might be composed of veterans centered around Zhang Ming. You can send someone to investigate this." "
After saying that, Qi Shundong and Fang Yuliang left the office one after the other. Around one o'clock that night, a dilapidated van drove into the city. The car drove along the ring road and stopped in a densely populated area of migrant workers. A man got out of the van. He looked around cautiously and, seeing that there was no one around, he walked through the streets and alleys to a low door and knocked a few times. An old man in his seventies or eighties opened the door, and light shone in from inside, illuminating the man's face. This man was Map, who lived in a villa in the suburbs. He had quietly sneaked back into the city on Shang Rong's orders. Inside was a small open courtyard, with some old and broken items piled up haphazardly, as if the owner was a junk collector. The old man silently led Map to a separate small house, pointed to the door, and then hunched over and went into another room, slamming the door shut. The courtyard was instantly plunged into darkness. Map looked up at the sky and muttered to himself, "Damn it, it's going to snow again!" Then he pushed open the door and went into the small room .
A moment later, a dim light shone through the crack in the door. Map looked around the tiny room, only about ten square meters. Besides a bed against the wall and a small tin stove in the corner, there was only the dim light from the ceiling. Map rubbed his hands together and warmed them over the stove for a while. He took out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and held it to his ear. A woman's voice came through shortly. "He's going to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow, maybe with his wife, maybe alone."
Then he heard a busy tone. Map cursed, "Damn!"
He then removed the SIM card from the phone and tossed it into the stove. Looking around, he found the light switch and snapped it off. He sprawled on the bed, his eyes shining as he stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Chapter 47 The Gentle Killer
The next morning, Shang Rong was having a private conversation with Yang Jun at the entertainment center when he received a call from Gu Chunyan. "You better remember what I said,"
Shang Rong warned before hanging up. "Have the people I asked you to find been arranged?"
Shang Rong turned to ask Yang Jun. "They're all waiting over there. I've already told them not to say anything after they come in, and to beat that bastard to a pulp. The camera is ready too."
A cold smile appeared on Shang Rong's face as he reminded Yang Jun, "But be careful not to go too far. The main thing is to psychologically humiliate him. I don't want to get myself into a criminal case."
Yang Jun laughed and said, "Don't worry about it. I've told them to give that kid a good beating, to make sure he can't face anyone outside. That bastard dared to touch the boss's woman."
"Afterwards, have those people hide for a while, but I'm sure this matter will be over in a few days,"
Shang Rong said leisurely, smoking a cigarette. Meanwhile, Map's beat-up van was parked at the entrance of the Municipal People's Hospital. He sat inside, smoking, his eyes fixed on everyone entering the gate, comparing them to the photo in his mind. However, an hour passed, and he still hadn't seen the person. Was the woman's information unreliable? Map cursed, spat out the window, and glanced up to see a man in his late thirties and a woman leading a girl of about thirteen or fourteen towards the gate. Map's heart instantly tightened, because the man was the one in the photo—his target. Map threw away his cigarette, opened the car door, and followed the three into the hospital lobby. Seven or eight people were already waiting for the elevator. Map blended in, trying his best not to look at the man, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl and the woman who looked like the man's wife. The elevator arrived, and Map was the last to get on. Although there were many people inside, no one spoke; everyone wore a solemn expression, as if they had just said goodbye to a deceased relative. When the elevator reached the fifteenth floor, Map followed three people into the corridor. A sign on the wall read "MRI." The corridor was quiet, almost deserted, with only occasional glimpses of people exiting one door and immediately entering another. Map tried to keep his distance from the three people ahead. After they turned a corner, Map could no longer see them. Just as he was about to follow, he heard a woman's voice, "Xiaomei, sit here and wait. Mom will take you to get your shot in a bit."
Map deduced it was the man's wife talking to the girl. Was the girl also sick? After a while, the surroundings quieted down again. Map slowly turned around and saw another long corridor with rows of chairs in the middle. The girl was sitting in one of the chairs. Even indoors, the girl had a long scarf wrapped around half her face, leading Map to guess she might have a cold. Map slowly walked forward. He didn't know which room the man and woman had entered, but it must be near where the girl was sitting. At that moment, a male doctor in a white coat emerged from a door opposite, hurriedly flipping through a folder before entering another room. Map pretended to wait for someone and sat down two seats away from the girl. Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and just as Map was getting impatient and raised his wrist to check his watch, the door from which the male doctor had come out opened. The woman from before walked out alone, waved to the girl, and the mother and daughter walked towards the corridor where the elevator was located. Map stood up and took a deep breath to calm his increasingly rapid heartbeat. There should be another doctor in the room now; it couldn't just be that man. What was he doing? Receiving treatment? Could the injury from being kicked be healed? Map pondered these irrelevant questions as he approached the door. He stopped and listened for a while, but there was no sound. Perhaps they couldn't hear through the door. He decided to go in and check first. Map gently pushed open the door, feeling his breathing become noticeably heavier, and the arteries in his temples throbbed. There was a desk and a bench inside. Why was no one there? Strange! Wasn't that man here? The woman came out from here! Map was feeling confused and was about to back out when he suddenly saw the blue curtain. No wonder the room seemed small; it was divided into two parts by the curtain. The man must be behind the curtain. Was he alone? "Don't force it if there's no opportunity,"
the boss's words rang in Map's ears, and Map's large hand gently lifted a corner of the curtain. Only the man. He lay on a narrow bed, with an unknown instrument beside it, seemingly emitting a gurgling sound. The man's head was turned inward; he couldn't see the person entering from his feet. Was this an opportunity? Opportunities are fleeting. One must strike the enemy decisively, as the instructors had taught in military class. What was this man's fatal weakness? Hurry! Hurry! Someone could come in at any moment. Map's steps seemed unusually heavy; the time it took to walk from the foot of the bed to the head felt like centuries. The air in the room seemed to thin, and Map felt suffocated. "Ideally, it should look like suicide,"
the boss's words rang out like a computer program at the perfect moment. Suicide! Suicide! How could he commit suicide in this house? Hitting the wall? That wouldn't seem like suicide. Slitting his wrists? Taking poison? Electrocution? Jumping? As the concept of jumping flashed through Map's mind, his gaze fell upon the row of windows. Thin curtains hung on the windows, sunlight streaming in and filling the room with soft light. High enough. Suicide! A man who has lost his virility could very well commit suicide. A man who can no longer satisfy his wife's desires in bed, no matter how beautiful a woman is, is just trash in his eyes. What's the point of such a man living? Map, while fabricating reasons for the man's suicide, strode to the window, yanked open the curtains, no longer caring if the man saw him. He wanted to help this poor man relieve his suffering, so that others could live freely in this world—what a noble thing! The windows were sliding; opening just one was enough for a cow to pass through. A gust of cold wind blew in through the window, and Map felt incredibly refreshed; the suffocation instantly vanished, and he was filled with energy. "Hey! Why did you open the window? It's cold enough here!"
Map heard the man on the bed complain as he turned around. "Fresh air is good for your treatment,"
Map heard his own voice sound gentle. He walked to the bedside and saw a thin tube protruding from the man's trouser leg, connected to the machine. He had considered unplugging the tube, but he found it troublesome. It seemed the tube wouldn't be in the way. A pair of large hands reached out and turned the man over, making him lie face down on the bed. "What? Still need an injection?"
he heard the man ask dejectedly. Yes! An injection! It didn't hurt at all. It was like a mosquito bite. That was his mother's voice. One hand reached under the man's neck to grab his collar, the other under his sweater to grab his belt, and Map's arm muscles contracted, lifting the not-so-strong body off the bed. "Hey! Is this how you move people? Hey! Hey! Where are you taking me?"
The man was clearly shouting something as his head loomed out the window, but the wind on the 15th floor was too strong, and Map could barely hear him. He could only shout back, "My friend sent me to help you!"
The last thing Map saw was a pair of feet in white socks, so brightly white they were almost blinding. Then he saw the machine slide rapidly from the bedside towards the window, until it slammed against the wall with a bang. The tube sprang out like a loose thread, as if eager to catch up with its patient. Two hours later, Map was already on a train to Beijing, next to Shang Rong's mistress, Zhang Yan. The woman seemed unhappy, her small lips pouting, turning to look out at the foggy, cold winter outside the window.

Chapter 48: The Detective's Shame.
Ten kilometers from the city center, there was a river, along which stood a dense grove of elm trees. It's a quiet spot in the middle of the city, and a business owner saw its potential and built a carnival resort there. The so-called resort is just a dozen or so wooden cabins built along the riverbank in the woods. In the summer, every weekend, city dwellers come here to escape the heat. They either have picnics in small groups or have secret rendezvous with their lovers in the cabins. Anyway, the cabins are far apart, so no matter how loud the noise is, no one can hear it.
But it was winter, and almost no one ventured into this icy wilderness. The only sounds in the woods besides the pristine white snow were the chirping of sparrows. Strangely, however, came the faint moans of a woman from one of the wooden cabins, rising and falling, occasionally punctuated by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, making it clear what the man and woman inside were doing. However, the couple inside weren't the only ones at the resort. Just three or four meters away, four young men were listening intently to the sounds coming from within. One of them had crept to the door, pressed his ear against it, and listened intently to the alluring sounds emanating from within. A fireplace blazed in one corner of the cabin, its roaring fire making the room incredibly warm. The couple, though naked, were covered in fine beads of sweat. The woman lay face down on the bed, her white buttocks dangling over the edge, her legs braced against the floor. The man stood behind the woman, hands on his hips, his belly protruding as the woman's plump buttocks arched back and forth. With a series of sharp cracking sounds, the woman's buttocks seemed to give way, her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, panting, "Good man, I'm exhausted... Come on... I need to rest a bit..."
The man reached out and lifted the woman's limp waist, pulling her back and thrusting his hard member back into her enchanting cave. As he thrust, he said, "Chunyan, why are you so easily exhausted lately? You're exhausted after just a few strokes."
The woman wriggled her beautiful buttocks a few times coquettishly, then squeezed the man's genitals a few times, and the man could be heard sucking in his breath. The woman whimpered sweetly, "I...I'm about to get my period...my body...it's so sensitive...ah..."
Hearing her sweet voice, the man's lust intensified. He gripped her buttocks tightly and thrust into her relentlessly. The woman's delicate body swayed like a willow in a storm, her mouth uttering incoherent cries of "Master, Brother," which only fueled another wave of frenzied thrusting. When the man was panting heavily and his legs trembled slightly, the woman knew his climax had arrived. She grew anxious; why hadn't he come yet? He'd already ejaculated twice; it was almost over. "Ah...Chunyan...I'm coming..."
Suddenly, an uncontrollable roar came from behind. Gu Chunyan could only brace herself to receive the man, inwardly cursing Shang Rong. It seemed she'd gotten away with it all today. At this crucial moment, a loud bang was heard as the wooden door was violently flung open. Gu Chunyan cried out, jerking forward to escape the man's attack. She then felt a warm, sticky liquid spray onto her buttocks. She gasped again, then, startled, turned and tightly hugged the man's waist. A series of cracking sounds followed, accompanied by flashes of blinding white light. Gu Chunyan, estimating the time was right, pushed the man away and swiftly hid her naked body under the thick quilt, leaving only her head sticking out. Fang Yuliang, caught in the throes of passion, seemed to have slowed his reaction. When he felt a sharp pain on his face, his genitals were still ejaculating. The sensation of pleasure and pain mixed together was something he had never experienced before. He was then dragged off the bed, and countless kicks rained down on him, leaving him no time to protect his private parts. Only when the first wave of attacks subsided did he manage to utter a single word. "Stop hitting him! I'm a cop!"
"Damn it! Cops can mess around with other men's wives, beat this son of a bitch..."
Someone cursed, followed by another flurry of punches and kicks, making the man howl like a wild beast, his hands flailing wildly in the air. Suddenly, someone kicked from the right, hitting the man squarely in the chin, and the screams gradually subsided. "Alright, that's enough for this kid. Take that shameless slut away."
The words had barely left his lips when a woman cried out. "No! What are you doing... no... clothes... let me put my clothes on... ah... it hurts..."
In a short while, only the man remained in the cabin, lying naked on the floor. His face was swollen, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his body was covered in bruises, with almost no undamaged skin. He couldn't help but groan a few times, struggling to get up, but the pain all over his body made him fall back down. He tried to look around, but his vision was blurry and he couldn't see anything clearly. Helpless, he could only lie there panting, his mind constantly asking himself: Who are these people? Didn't prostitutes not have men? How come so many men suddenly appeared? Suddenly, he remembered the clicking sound and the white flashes from earlier. Oh no, these bastards took pictures of me. I looked like that back then...
The man let out a wail, then covered his face tightly with his hands, cursing indistinctly .

Chapter 49 Private Communication
Zhang Aijun sat in his spacious office, his brows furrowed, oblivious to the cigarette butt burning his fingers. He was only awakened by a soft knock on the door. "Damn it, everything's a mess," he muttered, tossing his cigarette butt into the ashtray before calling out to the door, "Come in!"
"Director Zhang, Director Li Changnian from the Provincial Department called and said he wants to hear your report this afternoon,"
Zhang Aijun's assistant, Li Qing, reported in a distinctly feminine voice, standing ramrod straight before him. Zhang Aijun stared at the woman's shapely figure in her uniform for a long time without speaking, until her cheeks flushed and her breathing became rapid. Then, as if talking to himself, he muttered, "Report, report, what am I supposed to report to the director? Where's Qi Shundong? He's nowhere to be seen at this crucial moment. Is he hiding? I knew it..."
Suddenly realizing his words were too emotional and unbecoming of a director, he stopped himself, then stared at Li Qing's stockings under her police uniform for a moment before waving to her to sit down. "How are Song Bin's family members feeling now?"
Zhang Aijun asked, lighting a cigarette after Li Qing sat down. “Things have basically stabilized; someone's with him. Director Qi has also personally intervened.”
At this point, Li Qing heard Zhang Aijun snort, and thinking the director was about to speak, she paused. After waiting a while, seeing the director merely squinting and puffing out smoke, seemingly not intending to comment, she continued, “But Song Bin's family insists it was murder.”
“Nonsense!”
Zhang Aijun commented authoritatively, “Whether it's suicide or murder is up to the police; how can the family just say whatever they want?”
Li Qing hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said, “Director Qi seems to share this view.” Zhang Aijun chuckled coldly, saying meaningfully, “Of course he wants to think that way; it reduces his responsibility. However, even if it was murder, he can't escape responsibility.” He
paused to catch his breath and then asked, “What did Chen Guodong say?”
Li Qing hesitated, seemingly choosing her words carefully. "The accident scene was investigated by the criminal investigation team of the Nancheng branch. Captain Chen also went and spoke with the family members and the doctors and nurses on duty. His opinion is that Song Bin had a motive for suicide."
Zhang Aijun nodded slightly and sighed, "Yes! Not just any man can bear this kind of blow. Without that..."
As if suddenly realizing the gender of the person he was talking to, Zhang Aijun abruptly stopped himself, but his eyes were fixed on the woman's face, then slowly moved to her high breasts. As if by telekinesis, the breasts gradually swelled under his authoritative gaze through her thin sweater. "The psychological analysis experts in the bureau also say so,"
Li Qing echoed in a low voice. “But Director Qi believes that even if Song Bin committed suicide, she wouldn’t choose that kind of place. Also, Song Bin didn’t even remove the medical equipment from her body when she jumped. And her daughter noticed a suspicious man sitting in the hospital corridor, so…”
Zhang Aijun seemed unwilling to dwell on this issue. He waved his hand and said, “Since Qi Shundong claims it was murder, then tell him to quickly find evidence. Sitting in his office spouting nonsense won’t solve anything.”
Then, almost in a benevolent voice, he added, “So, tell me your opinion. After all, you’ve been with me for so many years; you can’t possibly have no opinion of your own, can you?”
After speaking, he smiled and stared at Li Qing. Li Qing shifted her body in the chair a few times, almost coquettishly saying, "Director Zhang! You know me well, don't you? I still listen to you, don't I?"
Zhang Aijun laughed heartily, "You! You haven't improved at all."
He then leaned back in his chair and said in a tired tone, "Why is my frozen shoulder acting up again?"
Hearing the director's words, Li Qing seemed to receive a signal. She immediately stood up and quietly went behind the director, using her slender fingers to massage his shoulders. "Hmm! Your massage skills are getting more and more refined."
As she spoke, she reached out and patted the woman's plump buttocks. Li Qing shifted her body slightly and said coquettishly, "You're so naughty! We're talking about serious business."
Zhang Aijun chuckled and patted her a few times, asking, "Did you go to the hospital to see Fang Yuliang? How badly is he injured?"
Li Qing answered without stopping her hands, "I went with Captain Chen yesterday. It's all superficial injuries. I looked quite disheveled. He didn't tell me the details. Later, Director Qi came, and we left. Only Director Qi probably knows the details."
Zhang Aijun said angrily, "Do you need any details? Those photos alone prove everything. It's shameful! A dignified head of the criminal investigation department actually... I don't even have the face to report to my superiors. This is all because Qi Shundong condoned it. This time, we can't tolerate it anymore. For Qi Shundong's sake, let him be the head of the suburban police station."
Li Qing trembled slightly, as if she could feel the powerful force emanating from the director. She whispered almost in Zhang Aijun's ear, "Captain Chen said that the woman is a waitress at Shangrong Entertainment City, an informant arranged by Director Fang."
“Insider, insider, I think we should just call him ‘my wife’.”
Zhang Aijun had barely finished speaking when Li Qing burst out laughing, tapping Zhang Aijun’s head with her delicate finger and playfully scolding, “That’s not like something a bureau chief would say.”
Zhang Aijun turned to look at the woman’s flushed face and chuckled, “Even a bureau chief is human, he has his mundane side.”
He then reached out and grabbed the woman’s buttocks, giving them a squeeze, and whispered, “I really want to lie down and let your little hands give me a good squeeze. It’s been a while since I’ve been to your place, don’t you miss me?”
Li Qing twisted her hips as if to dodge, and snorted, “What’s wrong with missing me? ” "Use? You're such a busy man, how could you possibly have time for someone else?"
Zhang Aijun patted the small hand on his shoulder and said softly, "Let's wait until this busy period is over. I don't know when Zheng Gang's case will be resolved. Sigh, I have no capable subordinates!"
After saying that, he closed his eyes as if he was concentrating on enjoying the woman's service. Li Qing reduced the pressure on her hands. She thought the director had fallen asleep, but suddenly she heard the director mutter two words. Li Qing leaned closer and heard that the two words the director was muttering were "Shang Rong, Shang Rong."

Chapter 50 Snow Night Ambush
This was a very small Hunan restaurant, and the environment inside was fairly clean. It was already past eleven o'clock at night. The owner was dozing off in a chair by the door, but there were still two men drinking together in a small private room. "Director Qi, don't say any more. I'm finished."
Fang Yuliang's face was still a little swollen. He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and said dejectedly. Qi Shundong snorted coldly and said, "We police officers lose our lives, that's it. I didn't expect you to value your official hat so much."
Fang Yuliang was stunned for a moment, as if he had something to say, but he opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Qi Shundong seemed to know what he wanted to say, picked up the wine glass in front of him and clinked it with Fang Yuliang's, then drank it all in one gulp. He wiped his mouth and said, "To be honest, the bureau's punishment for you isn't severe. For your behavior, even dismissal wouldn't be excessive. What else don't you understand? A real man should dare to take responsibility."
Fang Yuliang lowered his head in shame and whispered, "Director Qi, I know you helped me in front of Director Zhang... otherwise I..."
Qi Shundong interrupted Fang Yuliang and said sternly, "It's good that you understand. If I had known you were so useless, I would have just let Director Zhang deal with you. Besides, I'm the one who promoted you. If you get into trouble, do you think I'm proud? Don't I feel any pressure?"
Fang Yuliang almost cried when he heard Qi Shundong's criticism. He said in a hoarse voice, " "Director Qi, I... I'm so confused right now... I..."
Qi Shundong looked at Fang Yuliang's agitated expression and said in a calm voice, "I don't want to blame you. After all, police officers are human too, with emotions and desires. However, giving up on yourself after making a mistake is not the style of a good police officer. I'm not here to comfort you today either; a police officer who has lost his fighting spirit doesn't deserve my comfort. I only ask you one question: was what happened to you just a coincidence?"
Fang Yuliang looked up at Qi Shundong, his mind replaying every detail of that day, from Gu Chunyan arranging to meet him to being beaten and lying on the floor—scenes flashed through his mind like a movie. Observing Fang Yuliang's expression, Qi Shundong continued, "First, Song Bin from the Chengnan Criminal Police Team jumped off a building, and then you were beaten by a group. These two events happened so strangely one after the other, it's hard not to think deeply. Especially Song Bin's jump, on the surface it seems like suicide, but there are too many mysteries involved. Don't you want to figure it all out?"
As Qi Shundong spoke, Fang Yuliang's thoughts were completely drawn to the case, and he momentarily forgot about what had happened to him. He followed Qi Shundong's words, saying, "I never expected Song Bin to jump to his death. Although I wasn't at the scene, I still have a vague feeling that it's related to the police assault case that night. Also, my own... what happened to me... it's too coincidental. First of all, if no one had notified those people beforehand, they would never have found that place. But no one else knows about this except Gu Chunyan. Could it be Gu Chunyan..."
Qi Shundong laughed at Fang Yuliang's confused expression, "That's right, you're finally back on track. Continue." Fang Yuliang blushed and continued, "My relationship with Gu Chunyan... it's not something that just started today. I know this woman quite well. I also know about her affair with Zhao Lei, but I haven't found out that she has a steady boyfriend! That day, those people kept saying that Gu Chunyan was..."
At this point, Fang Yuliang pounded his leg, seemingly filled with endless regret. Qi Shundong handed him a cigarette, lit one himself, took a deep drag, and said, "You can't just look at the surface of things. Catching someone in the act? That's a joke!" "Who dares to catch you cheating?"
Qi Shundong said, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Fang Yuliang, who lowered his head in shame. Qi Shundong continued, "This is a conspiracy, a carefully orchestrated trap. Your informant was clearly bribed. That day, she was just putting on an act with you..."
Fang Yuliang seemed impatient for Qi Shundong to finish and asked urgently, "But only a few people know about Gu Chunyan. I understand you're referring to Shang Rong as the briber, but how did he uncover Gu Chunyan?"
Qi Shundong narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "I can't say for sure right now, but..."
Qi Shundong took a deep breath and said resolutely, "I believe someone within our ranks is tipping off Shang Rong."
Seeing Fang Yuliang's face turn pale, Qi Shundong continued, "This question has been troubling me for a long time. After these two incidents, I'm increasingly certain that my judgment is correct. There must be someone within our ranks colluding with Shang Rong, and this person is not of low rank."
Fang Yuliang leaned close to Qi Shundong on the dining table, his voice trembling slightly, "Director Qi, do you suspect him...?" He
gestured with his hand, writing the character "Chen" on the table. Qi Shundong whispered, "It's hard to say right now. After all, there's no evidence. The enemy is cunning; the fact that they went to such lengths to infiltrate our ranks proves their serious criminal activities."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "These two things seem unrelated on the surface, but killing Song Bin was their main objective. Your situation is just a smokescreen, a way to muddy the waters and divert our attention from Song Bin, thus covering up the truth of his murder. At the same time, it weakens the special investigation team—a double win."
Fang Yuliang listened to Qi Shundong's analysis, his expression grave, muttering to himself, "Do they really have that much power?"
Qi Shundong stared at Fang Yuliang seriously and said, "Yuliang, you must not underestimate the enemy's cunning and ruthlessness. I personally went to the scene where Song Bin jumped. One piece of evidence is enough to prove that Song Bin was murdered, not suicide as they claim. I had the doctor bring..." He examined the medical device used to treat Song Bin closely. The tubes on it weren't long; a person connected to the tubes couldn't reach the window. Did Song Bin drag the heavy device to the window, climb onto the nearly meter-high windowsill, and jump? Clearly, Song Bin was thrown alive out of the window, as evidenced by the hair found on the window sill.
Qi Shundong took a sip of his drink and continued, "Based on Song Bin's daughter's statement and the doctor's record, I believe the criminals took advantage of the brief moment when Song Bin's wife took their daughter for an injection and the doctor was away
. Can you believe how insane these bastards are?" He continued, following the driver's train of thought, "They risked killing Song Bin to protect the person who attacked the police that night. Song Bin was the only witness. It seems the person they're protecting is of high status. If I'm not mistaken, Zhang Ming will be making a public appearance soon."
Fang Yuliang trembled slightly, seemingly enraged by the criminals' cruelty. He said sternly, "I really wanted to fight these desperados to the death, but alas..."
He then sighed deeply, picked up his wine glass, and downed it in one gulp. "What's a pity?"
Qi Shundong asked, staring at Fang Yuliang. "It's a pity I'm no longer qualified. Tomorrow I'm reporting to the Sangong Police Station, and from now on I'll be dealing with vegetable vendors and petty thugs,"
Fang Yuliang said dejectedly. Qi Shundong burst into laughter, leaving Fang Yuliang looking at him with utter bewilderment. Then, with a meaningful look, he said, "Now we can get to the main topic."
Qi Shundong calmly poured the last bit of wine from the bottle into their glasses and continued, "Yuliang, actually, it was my idea to put you as the director of the Sangong Police Station."
Seeing Fang Yuliang's surprised expression, Qi Shundong smiled slightly and said, "I want to transfer the core of Zheng Gang's special task force to you. On the surface, the task force is of course in the bureau, with Zhang Aijun as the leader and me as the deputy leader, but in reality, you will be responsible for carrying out all our important operations from now on. Chen Guodong will handle the errands."
Fang Yuliang seemed to gradually understand Qi Shundong's good intentions, but still asked, "But what about the manpower issue?"
Qi Shundong smiled mysteriously and said, "I've already made arrangements."
Glancing at Fang Yuliang, who was eager to continue, Qi Shundong slowly said, "Zhang Lang, the deputy director of the Sangong Police Station, is an old comrade-in-arms of mine. He's too straightforward, so he's over forty years old and has only ever been a deputy director." "But he's a veteran criminal investigator. I originally intended to transfer him to Zheng Gang's task force, but Zhang Aijun disagreed. Now it's all right, you'll be partners after you go. In addition, I've also transferred five criminal police officers from several branches to supplement your team. Of course, I have a good excuse. These five criminal police officers are all experts and reliable. I've been working on them for the past few days, and they'll be in place by the time you start work. But you must remember, this small team is top secret; even Zhang Aijun doesn't know about it."
Fang Yuliang stood up abruptly and shouted, "Director Qi, if I don't bring Zheng Gang and Shang Rong's gang to justice, I, Fang Yuliang, swear I'm not a man!"
Qi Shundong picked up his wine glass and stood up, looking at his soldiers like a general, saying, "Alright, you're in the dark, I'll be in the light. Let's fight these clowns. Come on, bottoms up!"
Qi Shundong and Fang Yuliang plotted until late at night. A cold wind howled outside, but the two excited hunters didn't notice anything.

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