The City Hunter (Complete) - 1

In the first chapter of the first episode

, at the "Blue Sky" large bathhouse, Zhang Ziwen, after taking a sauna,
felt weak and lightheaded from the intense heat. He rinsed off the large beads of sweat in the shower, put on the paper underwear provided by the bathhouse , wrapped a towel around his waist, and headed to the second-floor lounge. Several people were already reclining
on the soft lounge chairs, resting with their eyes closed. Zhang Ziwen found an empty spot, leaned back, and found the chair incredibly comfortable and relaxing . He thought to himself, "What a great place! Only 50 yuan for a night here. My friend's recommendation is definitely good. " "Miss," Zhang Ziwen called over a nearby service girl. "Sir, what can I do for you?" The girl was beautiful, had a pleasant voice, and her slender figure was quite alluring. "Go get me a pack of cigarettes." "Okay, sir, what kind of cigarettes would you like?" "A pack of Zhonghua cigarettes." Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "My luck's been pretty good today. A few hours of 'Dou Dizhu' (a card game) cost me 300 yuan. It's rare to be in a place like this, so I should splurge a little. All the expenses tonight will be paid by my losing buddies. " "Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress said, then gracefully turned and left. Zhang Ziwen noticed the waitress's round little buttocks swaying, looking quite sexy, and thought, "This girl's butt is really a feast for the eyes." Soon, the waitress brought over the cigarettes, along with a disposable lighter. Zhang Ziwen lit one , took a deep drag, and exhaled a smoke ring with satisfaction. Smoking a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, which cost tens of yuan a pack, just felt different— smooth! "Sir, is there anything else you need?" "No, for now." "Sir, would you like some health services? Our massage techniques are very good." The waitress was very enthusiastic. Zhang Ziwen's heart stirred. His body felt weak, and a massage wouldn't be bad, but the massages here were probably expensive, certainly not comparable to the blind masseuses outside. "I noticed you looked very tired, sir, so I specifically recommended our health services. It's alright if you don't need them," the service attendant quickly explained when she saw Zhang Ziwen hesitate. "How much do you charge for massages?" Zhang Ziwen felt it was a bit impolite to ask about prices in this setting, but he wanted to be clear about it to avoid the embarrassment of not having enough money. "The prices vary, from a minimum of 60 yuan to 800 yuan." "Here's the price list, please take a look." The service attendant was very attentive, and as if by magic, a laminated price list appeared before Zhang Ziwen's eyes. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the price list; the massage prices were divided into different tiers, 60, 80, 90, 120 yuan all the way up to 800 yuan. He calculated the money in his pocket; a 120 yuan massage was affordable. A European-style massage? "I don't even know what that is? " Zhang Ziwen pointed to the words "European massage" on the price list. "Okay, sir, please follow me. I'll take you to the massage room right away." Seeing Zhang Ziwen agree, the service girl's eyes flashed with a smile, and her voice became even gentler. Such an ambiguous smile, she probably gets a commission, Zhang Ziwen thought. Passing through the lounge and turning a corner, they saw a corridor covered with a thick carpet. The doors on both sides of the corridor were closed , some with "Do Not Disturb" indicator lights lit next to the locks, indicating that customers were probably receiving massages inside. The service girl opened a door to a room with an unlit indicator light, and after Zhang Ziwen entered, she said "Please wait a moment," closed the door, and left, presumably to inform the massage girls. The massage room was small, dimly lit, and several oil paintings hung on the walls, one of which depicted a nude woman emerging from the bath , sparking the imagination. Besides that, the only other thing in the room was a massage bed. Glancing at it, the sheets were snow-white and looked very clean, suggesting they were changed frequently. Zhang Ziwen lay down; it was soft and comfortable. The massage bed wasn't large, but it was enough for one person. A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. "Sir, may I come in?" the voice was sweet. "Hmm, come in." The door opened gently, and a girl carrying a small basin containing a plastic bottle and a snow-white towel draped over it entered. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the girl; she was young, maybe 18 or 19, with an oval face, light makeup, and a pretty, delicate appearance. She had a shapely figure, wearing a tank top and a very . Zhang Ziwen guessed that this outfit was probably a massage girl's uniform; it was quite provocative, with a number tag pinned to her ample breasts . Looking at her number tag, Zhang Ziwen thought, "Number 08, that's probably her number." When Miss Number 8 bent down to put down the small basin, her miniskirt was too short, revealing her snow-white panties through her protruding buttocks, an irresistible sight that made Zhang Ziwen swallow hard. "Sir, please turn over and lie face down, okay? Let's start from the back," Miss Number 8 said sweetly. Zhang Ziwen thought it was good that she was lying face down; he had just glimpsed her underwear, and his erection was a little aroused, which could now be used to cover his embarrassment . He felt a cool sensation on his back, as if some liquid had been poured on it, followed by a pair of soft hands gently spreading the liquid evenly over his back. The technique was gentle, the pressure just right, and the comfortable feeling made Zhang Ziwen hum contentedly. "Sir, is the pressure enough?" Miss Number 8's voice was sickeningly sweet. "Hmm." "Is this your first time getting a massage here, sir?" "How did you know?" "You look unfamiliar, sir. I know most of the customers here." "Yes, it's my first time. By the way, what did you put on my back?" Zhang Ziwen regretted asking the question immediately , feeling it was a bit silly. "BB oil. You haven't had a European massage before?" "Hmm, no." Zhang Ziwen wondered if she thought he was a complete novice. "Hehe, no wonder you don't know BB oil. It's for European massages." Miss Number 8's laughter had a hint of ambiguity. Ugh, she really thinks I'm a newbie, Zhang Ziwen thought, a little annoyed. "Sir, could you please take off your towel? I'm getting my lower body massaged." Miss Number 8's gentle, slender hands then touched his waist, and she asked Zhang Ziwen softly.

"No way, the paper underwear under the towel is semi-transparent, isn't this a wardrobe malfunction?" Zhang Ziwen
hesitated.

"It's alright, sir. That's how it is with European massages, otherwise the BB oil can't be applied to the lower back."
Miss No. 8 explained softly when she saw Zhang Ziwen's hesitation.

Zhang Ziwen thought, since it's like this, he couldn't seem naive, so he cooperated by lifting
his buttocks slightly. Miss No. 8 pulled off the towel wrapped around his lower body and threw it aside.

Wait a minute, why is she taking off my paper underwear? Miss No. 8's next move was a bit
overwhelming , and he almost cried out.

"Sir, please don't be shy, you'll get used to it." Miss No. 8's voice was gentle with a hint of ambiguity, not
taking it seriously.

What could Zhang Ziwen say? He thought, since you're not shy, why should I be? It's just
letting you see my bare butt. Once he understood this, Zhang Ziwen didn't care anymore and cooperated by taking off his last piece of
paper underwear to cover his shame.

Another cool sensation washed over his waist, buttocks, and even the cleft of his buttocks. The cool feeling was invigorating and indescribably comfortable
. Miss Number 8's soft hands skillfully kneaded and moved across Zhang Ziwen's lower back,
gradually bare buttocks. Finally, Zhang Ziwen's worst fears came true. Her skillful hands slipped into

the sensitive area of his buttocks, gently pressing and squeezing. Waves of tingling pleasure invaded his brain. If Zhang Ziwen hadn't clenched his teeth, he would
have already groaned from the stimulation. Oh no! Zhang Ziwen felt a strong reaction from his lower body, which was lying face down, and his body
involuntarily tensed up.

"Sir, please turn over. Don't be nervous, relax, and enjoy it." Miss Number 8's
voice was ambiguous. Zhang Ziwen felt her soft lips touch the back of his ear, and a breath of warm air blew into his ear,
making it a little itchy. Zhang Ziwen finally understood what this so-called European massage was all about. It was just the oil massage

his buddies always raved about, ending with the masseuse using her hands to "masturbate" his manhood—a so-called "handjob." Damn! Zhang Ziwen's manhood was already incredibly aroused; he was too embarrassed to turn over. Chapter Two: A Fleeting Dream . Just as he was hesitating, a loud bang erupted, the door collapsed, and several people rushed in. He heard a terrified scream from Miss Number 8, and Zhang Ziwen was already pinned to the massage bed by several strong hands. He couldn't resist; his hands were twisted behind his back and handcuffed with a snap. Zhang Ziwen felt that the people pressing him down were quite professional. The sound of doors collapsing echoed in the hallway outside. Confused , Zhang Ziwen was momentarily stunned. Then he heard the static of a walkie-talkie. "Number 1, Number 1, the chick is caught, the chick is caught." "Number 1, understood, Number 1, understood." Damn! Chick? Am I a chick? "I've probably run into a prostitution raid. What bad luck! My first time doing this erotic massage, I just stumbled upon it and got caught red-handed. Damn it, I haven't even started yet! So unlucky!" Zhang Ziwen felt a mix of amusement and frustration, feeling incredibly wronged. He was pulled up, his hands cuffed behind his back, naked, without even a towel to cover himself . The earlier surprise attack had completely extinguished his desire. His penis was still relatively normal, without any embarrassing mishaps , but after being startled like this twice, it was probably going to be impotent. Zhang Ziwen was resentful, but what could he do ? Did they really need such a large-scale raid? Zhang Ziwen was suspicious. Two plainclothes men were holding him hostage on either side, while several burly young men in the massage room eyed him menacingly, glancing frequently at his bare lower body. Although Zhang Ziwen was always quite proud of his manhood, it still made him quite embarrassed. He then looked at Miss Number 8, who was crouching in the corner trembling, clearly terrified by the scene before him . There seemed to be many people outside; uniformed police officers occasionally walked past the door. A series of noisy footsteps sounded outside, as if many people were approaching. What was going on? Could there be some TV crew following them? Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded with anxiety. "Inspector Wu, you're here," someone outside said. "Yes, have you caught them all?" It was a woman's voice, clear, melodious, and pleasant to the ear. "They're all caught. Not only the big fish, but the small fry weren't missed either." The voice that had spoken earlier sounded excited. "Great, the bureau said that once this is over, everyone can go on vacation." "Really? That's wonderful! To be honest, I haven't been home for two months while handling this case. Sigh, I'll get a scolding from my wife when I get back, it'll be a real pain." "Come on, look at you so happy, still worried? Go back and spend some time with your wife. Everyone's worked hard these past few days." As the pleasant voice finished speaking, several people entered. The one leading them was a woman, a beautiful woman in a police uniform. Was this beautiful policewoman the Inspector Wu that the man had mentioned earlier? So young? She looked at most 23 or 24 years old. Zhang Ziwen looked at her beautiful and young face and couldn't quite believe it. Could there really be such a young inspector? The policewoman who entered was slightly taken aback when she saw Zhang Ziwen's naked appearance. A blush crossed her fair face, and she spat out, "What's wrong with you guys? Didn't you even find a towel to cover yourselves?" Her voice was slightly annoyed. A young man inside hurriedly picked up a towel from the floor and hastily wrapped it around Zhang Ziwen's waist. Zhang Ziwen noticed that these men seemed quite afraid of the policewoman, yet each of them harbored a knowing smile, clearly wanting to see their beautiful inspector make a fool of herself. Using him as a shield was just too damn underhanded, Zhang Ziwen thought bitterly. When the police pushed Zhang Ziwen out of the massage room, he was slightly surprised by the scene before him. There were fully , wearing hoods and carrying submachine guns, guarding the entire corridor. SWAT officers for a prostitution raid? Was it really that extreme? Along one side of the corridor, a row of half-naked men, handcuffed behind their backs, squatted in a row. They were of varying ages, and like men had various tattoos on their bodies, dragons and tigers, quite lifelike; it was obvious they were involved in organized crime. Zhang Ziwen was momentarily stunned when he was forcefully shoved by the plainclothes policeman beside him. Caught off guard, Zhang Ziwen stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Enraged, Zhang Ziwen thought, "Damn it! All I did was get a brothel massage, and it didn't even go as planned! Did they have to be so rough with me?" Zhang Ziwen steadied himself and glared at the person who had pushed him: "Why did you use so much force? Is this how you behave?"

Zhang Ziwen felt an urge to fight him.

"Don't talk, squat down, behave!" the plainclothes policeman who pushed Zhang Ziwen shouted, ignoring his angry
glare.

"Did you hear me! I told you to squat down, don't move!" Another plainclothes officer came up, and the two of them forced Zhang Ziwen
to squat down.

Although Zhang Ziwen was furious with his hands cuffed behind his back, he had been caught red-handed by the anti-prostitution raiders. Damn
it, he had to endure it. Could he really fight these policemen? Go against the government? Zhang Ziwen tried to suppress his anger.
Resistance was futile; what could he do? "Massage services turned into this? European-style massage, damn it!" Zhang Ziwen
cursed in frustration.

Outside the bathhouse, no fewer than a hundred police cars were parked, their flashing lights reflecting off the surroundings.
Many police officers stood guard, and the streets were packed with onlookers—a truly impressive sight. "Wow,
people these days," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "it must be past midnight by now." He was astonished that so many
people were still watching, and there were even reporters who had come with cameras, busy at work. It seemed
this crackdown on prostitution was meticulously planned and a large-scale operation. Zhang Ziwen was unlucky; he'd run into the crossfire.

Zhang Ziwen and the men with their hands cuffed were taken to police cars, a long convoy of about a dozen vehicles. With sirens
blaring
the convoy drove smoothly towards the detention center, stopping at red lights without delay.

Inside the detention center, Zhang Ziwen and the others arrested were separated. Zhang Ziwen was given a solitary
cell , wondering if the other men arrested with him received the same treatment.

There was only one pillow and a thin blanket on the single bed. Luckily, it was early summer, so there was no need to worry about getting cold
. The handcuffs had been removed. Zhang Ziwen touched the bloody marks left by the handcuffs. "Damn, that was brutal," he spat in
dissatisfaction.

He waited for a long time, but no one came to interrogate him. He thought it was just a prostitution massage, a trivial matter.
At most he would get a fine and a reprimand. He wasn't too worried.

Perhaps he had been a little frightened at the bathhouse and was physically and mentally exhausted. Zhang Ziwen lay down on the bed and soon
fell into a deep sleep.

In his hazy state, Zhang Ziwen saw a beautiful face moving in front of him. It was a little blurry.
Miss ? No, not like her. A policewoman? It seemed so, but it didn't seem so either. Wow, why, why wasn't she wearing any clothes? Her trembling
, full, and perky breasts dazzled him; her curvaceous, fair body was incredibly alluring,
igniting a burning desire in Zhang Ziwen's lower abdomen. He involuntarily reached out, wanting to embrace her. "Don't run away, you little rascal! Hehe, I
finally caught you!" With her soft body in his arms, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with tender affection, filled with
desire. Looking at her full, soft lips, Zhang Ziwen lowered his head.

Suddenly, a piercing metallic sound rang out, and the beauty in his arms vanished. Then, a loud
shout : "Get up! Hurry up!"

Zhang Ziwen felt someone forcefully pushing his body. "Damn it, what's going on? Where's my policewoman?"
Zhang Ziwen mumbled, opening his slightly drowsy eyes. The sunlight streaming through the iron-barred window was a bit dazzling; it was already broad daylight. He
realized he was dreaming and still in the detention center. Zhang Ziwen lazily sat up, shaking his head, finally feeling
a bit more awake. He saw two uniformed policemen standing by his bed, who had somehow entered the small cell
and were staring at him impatiently.

"Damn it! What bad timing!" Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly. "They really know how to pick their timing! Couldn't they have woken me up
a ?" He was

extremely resentful towards the two policemen. If they weren't under someone else's roof, who would dare disturb his peaceful
sleep? He'd definitely give them a piece of his mind! Zhang Ziwen was extremely annoyed.

Despite his dissatisfaction, Zhang Ziwen had to cooperate with the police officers. He got out of bed,
carefully wrapped the towel scattered on the bed around his waist, and checked it to make sure it wouldn't reveal too much before following them out of the small cell.
His hands were also handcuffed, but thankfully, they weren't behind his back or too tight. If they hadn't refused to give him prison clothes and
left him half-naked, Zhang Ziwen would have wanted to praise the police officers who handcuffed him for their humanity.

Two police officers flanked Zhang Ziwen, one on each side, leading him down
a long, dimly lit, and quiet corridor. Occasionally, police officers would brush past him, hurrying along, but one thing was always
the same: their eyes would glance at his lower body.

Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, "Damn, is it that good-looking? I'm wearing a towel, I don't believe you can
see through me .

" While Zhang Ziwen was still annoyed, the police officers' gazes reminded him of his earlier erotic fantasies in
the small cell. Had these two officers noticed his embarrassing state? Zhang Ziwen felt increasingly embarrassed.
If there were a crack in the ground, he would definitely crawl into it without hesitation.

Chapter Three: The Policewoman's Interrogation

Lost in thought, Zhang Ziwen was led into a room by two policemen. Judging from the furnishings, it seemed to be an interrogation room.
One of the policemen gestured for Zhang Ziwen to sit on a wooden chair in the center of the room. The chair had a unique shape, unlike the usual ones
, presumably specifically for prisoners. After Zhang Ziwen sat down, the two policemen
closed the wooden boards on both sides of the chair armrests, tightly binding his body. His handcuffed hands rested on the boards. Apart from not being able
to move , it wasn't too uncomfortable. The two policemen checked the chair, found nothing abnormal, and then turned
and left the room.

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "After all that trouble, these two policemen are just interrogating me. It's just a massage,
I'll definitely answer all their questions."

The matter wasn't serious. Zhang Ziwen sat calmly in the specially made wooden chair, waiting for the police to come and question him.
He glanced around the interrogation room. Besides his chair,
there was a desk about two meters in front of him with a computer, printer, and a desk lamp. Behind the desk were two more chairs; he guessed two people
would be interrogating him soon—one asking questions, the other taking notes. There was also a floor lamp next to the desk, somewhat like
a searchlight, probably for nighttime interrogations.

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, thankfully it's early morning, he won't have to suffer from the glare of bright light.

Not long after, he heard footsteps outside the door. Two policemen entered, both in uniform.
One of them was a familiar face; they had met twice before—the first time in the massage room, the second time in his dream,
and now this was the third time. It was the beautiful policewoman called Inspector Wu. Seeing her enter,
Zhang Ziwen felt a little excited.

Accompanying the policewoman was a young male police officer, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old,
quite handsome. He was carrying a large plastic bag, and as soon as he entered, he dumped its contents onto the table. Besides
clothes, shoes, and socks, there were wallets, cigarettes, a lighter, a watch, a cell phone, and other small items, which
clattered .

"Damn it, can you be a little gentler? You don't care about things that aren't yours, bastard!" Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly.
Weren't all these things on the table his?

Last night at the bathhouse, when several policemen pinned him to the bed, the tag he used to store his clothes on his wrist was
lost . He thought he'd lost it in the massage room, but it turned out these policemen had gotten it.

The male police officer shoved Zhang Ziwen's belongings aside, started up the computer, and prepared to take interrogation notes. The beautiful policewoman
stared intently at Zhang Ziwen, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Psychological warfare, I suppose. All policemen are
like : first, they stare at you with an arrogant gaze until you feel uneasy, then they press their advantage with
a surprise interrogation.

Damn! Is it really necessary to deal with someone like me who failed in a sex transaction? Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself, brazenly returning
the policewoman's gaze while trying to maintain a nonchalant expression.

Last night in the massage room, Zhang Ziwen hadn't really looked at the policewoman's face closely, only his first impression being that she was very
beautiful . Otherwise, why would her face in his dream have been so blurry, making it hard to be sure it was her? Now
, sitting face-to-face, it gave Zhang Ziwen the opportunity to examine her more closely. "Beautiful, truly beautiful," Zhang Ziwen thought sincerely. Her neat, shoulder- length

hair was jet black and glossy, her eyebrows were perfectly proportioned, and beneath them were a pair of large, clear eyes like autumn water. Long eyelashes, a delicate, small nose, and warm, red lips made one want to kiss her. A beauty, a top-tier beauty. Zhang Ziwen's heart raced. This policewoman was so beautiful and captivating; she must have many suitors. Hehe, it would be so great if he could get his hands on her! He wondered if she had a boyfriend. Admiring her stunning beauty, Zhang Ziwen's mind wandered, completely forgetting that he was still in the interrogation room, forgetting that the gorgeous woman in front of him was the police officer interrogating him. Zhang Ziwen's gaze softened, becoming tender and affectionate, but unfortunately, the policewoman's beautiful eyes remained cold, and now a hint of anger flashed within them, growing stronger and stronger, about to explode. By the time Zhang Ziwen realized the policewoman's hostile gaze, he heard an angry snort—from the male police officer . Damn it, these two policemen probably mistook my affectionate gaze for a pervert's look. Zhang Ziwen felt incredibly wronged. Who wouldn't want to stare at a beautiful woman? Judging from the way these two policemen were looking at him, did they really think he was a pervert ? They looked like they wanted to tear him to pieces. No wonder the policewoman and the male officer were angry; after all, he had a criminal record. Zhang Ziwen hadn't forgotten that he was caught in a prostitution raid, so he quickly looked away, his face becoming serious, determined to cooperate with the beautiful policewoman 's questioning and try to get lenient treatment. "Name!" The interrogation began. The beautiful policewoman's voice was very pleasant, clear and melodious, the only drawback being that it was a bit too cold, lacking in warmth. Zhang Ziwen was admiring her voice, forgetting to answer. "I'm asking you a question, what are you daydreaming about? Name!" The policewoman's voice was even colder. "Zhang Ziwen." Zhang Ziwen snapped out of his daze, trying to make his voice sound honest. "Age." " 23-24 years old." Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt very uncomfortable. "How old is it exactly? What 23 or 24? I'll ask you again, your age!" The policewoman's voice was now icy and tinged with impatience. "Isn't today the 26th?" Zhang Ziwen asked instead of answering. "Why are you asking that? Who told you to ask me anything? Your age!" The policewoman's voice was clearly angry, probably because she had unconsciously answered "yes" earlier. "Sigh," Zhang Ziwen sighed, "24 years old, just turned 14 today, it's my birthday." Zhang Ziwen's tone was a little dejected. What kind of situation was this? He had to spend his birthday in a detention center. He was incredibly unlucky. The male police officer interjected in a sinister tone, "What 'sigh'? How about we celebrate your birthday? Sing you a birthday song? Answer the questions honestly !" Damn it! Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, thinking that the loser policeman next to him who was taking notes was really nasty. From that moment on, Zhang Ziwen categorized this handsome guy as a loser. "Damn, inhuman!" Zhang Ziwen was furious, but instead of glaring at him, he gave him a disdainful look and shook his head slightly. "No manners," was Zhang Ziwen's inner thought. Although he didn't say it aloud, he believed the two policemen in front of him understood. The older policeman was enraged and about to slam his fist on the table when the policewoman stopped him in time. Of course, there was no time to act impulsively while interrogating a criminal. "Ethnicity," the beautiful policewoman continued the tedious procedure. "Han." "Where do you live?" "No. 8, 4th Floor, Unit 2, Building 3, No. 84, Xianghe Lane, An'nan Road, Zhonghai City." Zhang Ziwen felt a little helpless about this perfunctory question and answered woodenly. "What do you do for a living?" "Unemployed." Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly. He was 24 years old and still unemployed, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Are you married?" "No." Zhang Ziwen immediately added, "I don't even have a girlfriend yet." "I didn't ask you that," the policewoman rolled her eyes at Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat at her disdainful look. Even her eye roll had a certain charm. "Do you know why we invited you in?" A beautiful woman is indeed beautiful; so polite. She just arrested him, yet she still said "invited," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself. "I don't know." Even if he knew, would he dare say it? He couldn't very well say he was being invited in just as he was about to receive some special services. Zhang Ziwen felt a little embarrassed. "Really don't know?" "Really don't know!" Zhang Ziwen answered her firmly. "Think carefully, why were you invited in?" The policewoman's beautiful eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziwen's facial expression , sharp and captivating. Zhang Ziwen pretended to ponder, then shook his head after a long while: "I really can't remember. How about a cigarette to perk me up? Maybe then I'll remember." His craving for a cigarette returned. Zhang Ziwen remembered watching TV shows where police officers would usually grant this small He certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

The policewoman glared at Zhang Ziwen, but to him, that glare appeared as a charming, coquettish look,
making his heart skip a beat. He wondered if he was falling for her. Although the thought was unrealistic,
he couldn't help it; the girl was undeniably attractive.

Despite her glare, the policewoman, displeased with Zhang Ziwen's attitude, gestured for the unlucky policeman taking notes to bring out a cigarette from
the table . The unlucky policeman reluctantly handed it to Zhang Ziwen
and lit it for him. "The service was pretty good, but that look in his eyes had a murderous intent, quite fierce," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, evaluating the unlucky policeman's expression. Zhang Ziwen took a satisfying drag, exhaling three smoke rings, one after another, a beautiful display. "A Zhonghua cigarette!

I even got it back! I didn't even pay for the bill last night when I was arrested. I'd probably spent around 300 yuan. Didn't I just make a profit?" No, if they confirm my "special services" later, they might fine me into bankruptcy. I only have a little over 800 yuan in my wallet , and my bank card is already empty. What if I don't have enough money for the fine? Will I be sent to a labor camp? Zhang Ziwen's mind started racing. "What are you thinking about? You've had your cigarette, that's enough, right? Tell me." The policewoman interrupted Zhang Ziwen's reverie , asking calmly. Zhang Ziwen came back to his senses, shook his head, and smiled bitterly: "Sorry, I still can't remember." What else could he have done besides "special services"? Isn't it obvious? Why bother with all these tricks? Zhang Ziwen felt a little dissatisfied with the policewoman. A hint of anger flashed in the policewoman's eyes: "Zhang Ziwen, listen to me carefully. I advise you to cooperate. Don't try any tricks; it won't do you any good." Her voice rose at least eight octaves, clear and pleasant to the ear, but even colder than before . Zhang Ziwen found this policewoman quite amusing. Wasn't she obviously trying to trick him? Why was she making such a big deal out of such a small matter? Did she think he was a fool? Zhang Ziwen shrugged, indicating he genuinely didn't know. He thought his shrug was rather dashing, hoping to leave an impression on the beautiful policewoman, but it seemed to have no effect. The policewoman's expression turned somewhat fierce. "Sigh, she's never pretty when she's angry. Looks like I'm hopeless," Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. "Bang!" The policewoman slammed her hand on the table. "Zhang Ziwen! I'm telling you, your attitude is very problematic. Shouldn't I give you a hint?" Her voice rose two octaves, her emotions running high, but Zhang Ziwen didn't hear a word she said. He felt sorry for her as she slammed her delicate hand so hard on the hard table. Didn't it hurt? It must be red now. "Zhang Ziwen!" "Present!" Startled from his reverie, Zhang Ziwen was jolted by the policewoman's roar. He instinctively tried to stand up and answer, but the wooden board holding him back brought him to reality. He muttered to himself, "Damn it , what's with all this fuss?" The policewoman had somehow appeared before Zhang Ziwen, her delicate white hands bracing against the wooden board in front of him. Her beautiful face was close to his, her angelic eyes fixed on him, though her gaze was somewhat fierce. Zhang Ziwen avoided her menacing gaze and shifted his attention to her. A snow-white uniform, three stars on black velvet epaulets, and a badge number 03586—Senior Inspector of the Major Crimes Unit, Wu Min. Knowing her name, Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of excitement. He took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance emanating from her. "Zhang Ziwen, this isn't your first time in this station, is it? You answered so smoothly." The policewoman's tone wasn't as excited as before; instead, it had a hint of teasing. A fragrant, warm breath wafted towards him, and Zhang Ziwen smelled the sweet scent of her breath. Good heavens! Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Being so close, he could clearly see the flawless, neat, and beautiful white crescent moons on her lips. Zhang Ziwen slightly raised his head, meeting her gaze directly into his eyes. Her dark eyes were clear and bright, and that stare made him a little uncomfortable, preventing him from looking at her for long. When Zhang Ziwen looked away, a smug glint flashed in the policewoman's eyes. *You win.* Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly; she probably thought he was guilty. "Speak up, just staring blankly won't do. I'm waiting for your answer." The policewoman's voice was genuinely smug. Another fragrant scent filled his nostrils. Zhang Ziwen's gaze, which had been averted, found itself fixed on her ample bosom. Beneath her small Western-style uniform, her fair and smooth neck was revealed. She leaned slightly forward, supporting herself on the wooden board. Zhang Ziwen's eyes involuntarily drifted to the dark floral bra beneath her V-neck. Just by looking at her cleavage, he knew how full her half-exposed breasts were. Zhang Ziwen felt breathless . "You brat, where are you looking?" The policewoman's voice held a hint of panic. Zhang Ziwen's vision blurred, and the policewoman took a large step back, her face flushed. So beautiful. Sighing inwardly, Zhang Ziwen wondered, what was wrong with him? Why couldn't he concentrate today? This wasn't his fault, was it? Why did they send such a beautiful policewoman to interrogate him? Whose fault was it? "Slap!" Zhang Ziwen received a heavy slap to the head. The blow was brutal; he felt stars flashing before his eyes, and it took him a while to recover. Damn it, it was that loser cop who did it. Zhang Ziwen flew into a rage: "Damn it! I'm warning you, try touching me again!" The hapless policeman was clearly unfazed, scoffing, "Kid, you're pretty tough, huh? I'll get you today, let's see how arrogant you can get." He was about to strike again. "Enough!" The beautiful policewoman intervened, "Xiao Cao, come back and take notes." The policewoman called the hapless , then casually sat down at the table. The hapless policeman reluctantly returned to his computer, still cursing. " Damn it, you dare touch me again? I'll make you crawl on the floor today! You think this broken chair can hold me back? Don't you even know where I used to be!" Seeing the hapless policeman's resentful expression, Zhang Ziwen's anger flared. "Zhang Ziwen, don't waste time here. You'd better confess what you need to say." The policewoman's voice interrupted Zhang Ziwen's anger and dissatisfaction. "Okay, ask away. I'll tell you everything I know." The moment that lousy cop said had completely ruined Zhang Ziwen's mood for the pretty girl. He was too lazy to waste any more time and didn't want to stay in this lousy place for another second.

Seeing that Zhang Ziwen was willing to cooperate, the policewoman tried to keep her tone calm: "Very good. Since you've thought it through,
we don't need to beat around the bush. I'll ask, you answer, understand?"

Zhang Ziwen nodded, very cooperative: "Understood, ask away."

"What's your relationship with the Black Dragon Society?"

"The Black Dragon Society?" That's unrelated! Zhang Ziwen was a little surprised.

"That's right, the Black Dragon Society. Don't tell me you don't know the Black Dragon Society." The policewoman's tone became impatient again.

Zhang Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile: "To be honest, I really don't know anything about the Black Dragon Society, I've never heard
of it."

Zhang Ziwen's answer greatly displeased the policewoman: "Zhang Ziwen, are you trying to resist to the end?"

Zhang Ziwen sensed that something was wrong and cautiously asked: "Officer,
what does the Black Dragon Society do?"

"Zhang Ziwen! Are you really going to play dumb like this?" The policewoman was furious, her fair face instantly turning bright red.

Damn it! "What's going on?" Zhang Ziwen felt increasingly uneasy and quickly explained, "Officer, I'm really
confused . Are you sure you haven't made a mistake? What Black Dragon Society or White Dragon Society? They're completely unrelated."

"A mistake? You think we'd make a mistake about the location of your gathering today? Our Major Crimes Unit has been watching you for more than just a day
or two . Don't play dumb with me. Let me tell you, it's fine if you don't admit it. I have plenty of time."

The policewoman didn't believe Zhang Ziwen's explanation at all and kept talking non-stop: "Zhang Ziwen, don't say we didn't give you
a chance . Admit your crimes sooner rather than later, and maybe we can plead with the judge. If you insist on resisting to the end, fine,
we'll just wait and see until you've thought it through."

After the policewoman finished speaking, she said to the unattractive policeman taking notes beside her, "Xiao Cao, let's go.
Let him stay here." The unattractive policeman stood up without hesitation. It seemed he had been impatient for a long time. As soon as the policewoman
said to leave, he didn't even want to look at Zhang Ziwen.

Seeing the policewoman about to leave, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly said, "Wait, I have something to say."

"Oh, go ahead, you could have said it earlier." A sly smile flashed in the policewoman's eyes.

"How long are you going to detain me?" Zhang Ziwen sensed something was wrong, but he didn't bother arguing with the policewoman's sly
smile .

The policewoman said leisurely, "That depends on your performance."

"No, according to regulations, it shouldn't exceed 48 hours, am I right?"

Do you think I'm ignorant of the law? Zhang Ziwen was very dissatisfied.

"Is that so? You know quite a bit, but now you're a major suspect, so you might have to stay a while
longer ."

Zhang Ziwen could hear the disdain and smugness in her tone.

Chapter Five: Entangled and Inextricable

"Is this how you handle cases? Are you kidding me? I'm going to file a complaint!" Zhang Ziwen was a little exasperated.
What major suspect? Zhang Ziwen inwardly groaned, "I'm truly wronged, more wronged than Dou E."

"Whatever."

"I...I need to hire a lawyer."

"Okay."

"I..." Zhang Ziwen was somewhat frustrated by the policewoman's indifferent tone, and couldn't say anything more.

"Anything else? If not, just stay here and think it over. We'll come back when you've figured it out. That's all."
The policewoman spoke casually, turning and walking towards the door, truly intending to abandon Zhang Ziwen there.

"No, no, I...I'll talk." Zhang Ziwen was extremely frustrated; encountering this unreasonable person, he was completely
defeated .

"That's more like it. Go ahead, I'm listening." The policewoman's smug tone made Zhang Ziwen grit his teeth.

"Xiao Cao, continue taking notes."

After instructing Xiao Cao to prepare the notes, the policewoman said to Zhang Ziwen, "Speak, time is limited, this is
your last chance."

"Okay, I'll speak, but you must let me finish. Don't rush off. I think you've really made a mistake, I'm
truly innocent."

"You mean we've wronged you? I think you know the policy, we won't wrong an innocent person, but
we will never let a bad person go. Speak, I want to hear how you try to justify yourself."

Zhang Ziwen was completely exasperated by this beautiful policewoman. She seemed convinced that he wasn't a good person, and there was simply no way to communicate with her.
Before he even opened his mouth, she assumed he was making excuses. Wasn't this just being unreasonable? Zhang Ziwen
felt .

Zhang Ziwen decided to stop arguing with her and immediately spilled the beans, starting from when he finished playing cards with his friends, to
when he went to the "Blue Sky Bathhouse," and how he had never had any "European-style massage" before, only
doing it out of curiosity. He emphasized that he was arrested by the police after only half of it, and then ended up in the detention center.

Zhang Ziwen finished the whole story in one breath, then shrugged and said, "Actually, it's very simple.
To put it bluntly, I just had a massage, and only half of it. Unlike what you said about me being a member of the Black Dragon Society, I have no connections
whatsoever ."

"Are you done?"

"Yes." "

Keep making things up, Zhang Ziwen. With your attitude, I don't think it's worth
wasting . You'd better know your place." The policewoman's tone was not only impatient but also slightly contemptuous, thinking that Zhang Ziwen
couldn't even make up a story, concocting such a tale of an attempted erotic massage.

Damn, why doesn't this girl believe me? The beautiful policewoman's image was instantly shattered in Zhang Ziwen's
mind . A surge of anger rose within him; encountering such a stubborn person, he wondered
how she had even managed to become a senior inspector.

The policewoman seemed to have lost interest in interrogating Zhang Ziwen any further. She called to the unattractive policeman and
prepared to leave the interrogation room. Zhang Ziwen was nearly driven to madness by this unreasonable woman. Seeing her and the unattractive policeman
already at the door, he flew into a rage.

"Stop! You both stop right there!" In his fury, Zhang Ziwen's shout shook the interrogation room windows
.

The policewoman and the unattractive policeman were stunned by Zhang Ziwen's sudden outburst. They stood frozen at the door, and
the unattractive policeman, clearly feeling humiliated by Zhang Ziwen's outburst, was about to rush forward.

Looking at his distorted face, Zhang Ziwen figured he was probably about to attack him.

Zhang Ziwen sneered and stared at him, waiting for him to get close.
He was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it. "You've asked for trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless." Zhang Ziwen decided to go all out. He figured he was already being wronged by
these two .

"Xiao Cao, don't be impulsive!" The policewoman noticed that Zhang Ziwen's expression was unusually calm and quickly stopped him.

The unattractive policeman clearly listened to the policewoman, immediately stopping three steps away from Zhang Ziwen.
He glared fiercely at him, the meaning of which even an idiot could understand: "You're lucky,
otherwise you'd be in trouble.

" Zhang Ziwen ignored his fierce glare, looking past him and coldly staring at the policewoman standing behind him.

The policewoman's beautiful eyes scanned Zhang Ziwen for a few moments. Seeing him staring intently at her, the air seemed to freeze for a moment
. This oppressive atmosphere made her a little uncomfortable, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

"Zhang Ziwen, what else do you have to say?" The policewoman broke the silence first, but her tone remained icy.

"Nothing to say. I'm just telling you, you'd better find out the truth about me and not assume I
'm some kind of Black Dragon Society member based on your own imagination."

"We police officers don't need you to tell us how to do things," the policewoman said, somewhat annoyed by Zhang Ziwen's tone.

"Heh heh, you want me to teach you? I'd rather not. You? You're not qualified." Zhang Ziwen sneered
at , a sudden surge of disgust rising within him.

"You, Zhang Ziwen! Don't be so arrogant! Do you think I wouldn't dare to teach you a lesson?" The policewoman was clearly enraged by Zhang Ziwen's
arrogant tone.

Seeing the policewoman's anger, the loser policeman immediately tried to prove himself: "Inspector Wu, this kid needs a beating. Let me
teach him a lesson. I'll take responsibility if anything happens." He even rolled up his sleeves, looking ready for a fight.

"Don't say I didn't warn you, you'd better not touch me, or you'll face the consequences."

Seeing the two policemen getting angry, Zhang Ziwen felt somewhat relieved, his tone becoming leisurely, showing
no regard for them. He had suffered enough injustice and didn't want to be so easily slaughtered.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's sudden change to a confident demeanor, the policewoman first signaled to the hapless officer not to make a move.
Then she stared at Zhang Ziwen again, just like before. Zhang Ziwen didn't avoid her gaze, meeting her eyes.
This time, Zhang Ziwen realized he had become immune to her, unlike the distraught state he had felt when he first saw her in the interrogation room.

"A beauty? Nothing special," Zhang Ziwen muttered to himself with a self-deprecating smile.

The eye contact lasted only about ten seconds before the policewoman calmed down. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's unwavering
gaze, she suddenly smiled. This smile caused a slight ripple in Zhang Ziwen's already averse to her.
She was simply too beautiful; even a beautiful woman's smile was a little overwhelming. Zhang Ziwen secretly cursed
himself lack of self-control.

"Zhang Ziwen, it seems you have quite the backing, daring to speak to a policeman like that." The policewoman
seemed to be thinking something, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes, her tone relaxed, as if she had caught a big fish.

"Damn, is this girl born in the Year of the Ox? Why does she always get stuck on things like that?" Zhang Ziwen was almost at a
loss for words . His initial anger suddenly seemed absurd. He thought to himself, "Strange things happen every year, but this year
seems especially strange; I've run into them all.

" Zhang Ziwen shook his head, gave a bitter smile, and sighed, saying, "Forget it, forget it. I have absolutely nothing to say to
you . I really don't want to communicate anymore. It's pointless. Go investigate myself yourselves
, find out everything about me, and see if I'm the kind of person you're imagining. I refuse to deal with you anymore. Take me back to my cell.
I'm tired."

After saying this, Zhang Ziwen felt completely drained, genuinely exhausted.

"Also, I don't want to see either of you again. Once the matter is cleared up, there's no need to apologize to me. We'd better
never see each other again."

After adding this, Zhang Ziwen closed his eyes, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. He really didn't want to face
this clingy policewoman anymore, let alone that violent, pathetic policeman.

The

policewoman stammered for a long time without getting to the next point, clearly quite annoyed by Zhang Ziwen's provocation.
Although Zhang Ziwen had his eyes closed, he could imagine her angry expression and the way her chest heaved with rage
. A sense of vengeful pleasure welled up within him.

After a while, he heard footsteps leaving the interrogation room. The policewoman and her loser had left. When
Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes again, the two policemen who had brought him to the interrogation room first entered and
handed him the clothes on the table, but didn't tell him to put them on immediately. Zhang Ziwen, still handcuffed and clutching the clothes, retraced
his steps back to his cell.

Chapter Six: The Despondency of Regaining Freedom

. Not long after returning to his cell, a prisoner doing odd jobs brought in lunch through the iron bars. The food was truly poor:
two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a dish of salted cabbage.

Looking at the food before him, Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "Damn it!" It was truly free food. No wonder the prisoners
all looked so pale; how could they possibly look well eating this?

He hastily ate a couple of steamed buns, which made him feel much better, but he couldn't sleep on the small iron bed. The cell was incredibly boring;
time seemed to drag on endlessly. The feeling of losing his freedom was truly unbearable.

Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "If I feel this uncomfortable after just half a day, I'll go crazy if I stay any longer." He

lay down and got up, turned around a couple of times, and lay down again, repeating this over and over until he finally felt a little sleepy. Just as he was drifting off to sleep on the small iron bed, the harsh sound of the iron door being pulled open rang out. "Zhang Ziwen." Zhang Ziwen opened his eyes and saw the person calling his name—one of the policemen who had brought him back earlier. "What is it?" Zhang Ziwen muttered, wondering if they were going to interrogate him again. "You can go." "Go? Go where?" Zhang Ziwen's spirits lifted, all sleepiness gone. "Where else can I go? Home, of course. You're fine now. We've investigated your case, you can go home." "Wow!" Zhang Ziwen exclaimed, jumping up excitedly. It's all cleared up? He's fine now? If it weren't for the terrible impression the police had left on him, Zhang Ziwen would have loved to give the officer a warm hug . It was already dusk, the streetlights were on, and the neon lights on shops and rooftops flashed with vibrant colors, dazzling and captivating. Zhang Ziwen, hands in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, wandered aimlessly along the street. Having just been released from the detention center, he didn't want to go back to his own place, and just kept walking. Buses kept passing by, and Zhang Ziwen had no idea how many stops he had walked. He hadn't even considered boarding a bus when he passed the stop. It was rush hour, and buses heading north and south, packed with commuters, were frequently stuck in traffic. The diverse passengers on the buses seemed accustomed to the congestion.

There was no sign of anxiety or unease; almost all the passengers were expressionless, their empty eyes
staring blankly out the window.

Zhang Ziwen believed that these passengers looking out the window weren't actually appreciating the scenery; their minds
were probably occupied with other things. This unintentional discovery sent a chill down Zhang Ziwen's spine. He figured he
'd probably be the same expressionless, blank-eyed person on that bus.

Having been back in Zhonghai City for over a year, Zhang Ziwen felt somewhat out of place.
He found this strange; perhaps it was because the three years he'd spent away from the city had been too stressful and difficult.
The bustling, noisy city life made Zhang Ziwen, who had grown up there, feel out of place.

Unconsciously, Zhang Ziwen had reached the city center. Not far ahead was the nationally renowned
commercial street, where large billboards obscured half the buildings, their images of beautiful women
gleaming brightly under the lights. The commercial street was bustling with crowds, people constantly pouring in and out

of the lavishly decorated shops on both sides. Those who went in empty-handed emerged laden with bags and bundles, indulging in shopping and spending with abandon. "There are so many rich people these days," Zhang Ziwen thought with a touch of melancholy. "The country is rich, most people are rich , so why am I still so poor?" Zhang Ziwen walked into the throng of people, moving forward with the flow of the crowd. He wouldn't go into any shops ; he just wanted to soak up the lively atmosphere. Among the crowd were stylish young women. The not-too-hot early summer temperature made some of the more fashionable and well-proportioned women eager to show off their figures , wearing sundresses or tank tops, their shoulders and backs exposed—a rather revealing style. As he brushed past , the wafting scents of different perfumes stirred a restless feeling in Zhang Ziwen's young heart. Stepping out of the commercial street, the scene outside was completely different. Pedestrians hurried along the streets, and cars streamed by. Zhang Ziwen checked his watch; it was past 9 PM. He wondered where all these people and cars were going and what they were busy with. Perhaps few people were as idle as Zhang Ziwen, leisurely yet incredibly bored. Today was Zhang Ziwen's birthday, and no one was there to wish him a happy birthday. Last year, at least a few buddies got together to celebrate . Zhang Ziwen took out his phone, intending to call some friends to go out for drinks. It wasn't that he wanted them to wish him a happy birthday; he just wanted someone to keep him company and chat. He didn't know why, but he felt particularly lonely today. He flipped open his phone—damn! Dead battery. Zhang Ziwen smiled wryly; his enthusiasm vanished instantly. "MKS," he thought, referring to a disco. Zhang Ziwen went inside. He'd been to places like this with friends before. Zhang Ziwen didn't know how to dance; he couldn't say he liked it or disliked it, but the atmosphere was perfect for him today—crowded , the music was deafening, and it was smoky. The long, circular bar was already quite crowded. Zhang Ziwen found an empty seat, ordered half a dozen beers, and, seeing the bartender was attractive, intended to make a joke. However, she didn't give him a chance; after opening a bottle for him, she turned to serve the others, leaving him only with her fragrant shoulder and back view. Zhang Ziwen reluctantly poured himself a glass and downed it in one gulp and quickly downed three bottles. Inside the small dance floor of the disco, a sea of people thronged. The DJ on the platform occasionally yelled into the microphone in a hoarse voice , driving the men and women below even more wild. To the energetic music, they shook their heads more and swayed their hips more enthusiastically. Zhang Ziwen tried hard to understand what the DJ was yelling, and what was causing the dancing crowd to go so wildly. Then the DJ let out another strange yell, hoarsely shouting into the microphone, "Oh yeah, combaby, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" A burst of lasers shot out, the music became even more intense, and the men and women on the dance floor frantically raised their hands , shaking their heads violently from side to side. Some of the beautiful women's long hair flew wildly with the violent shaking of their heads. Looking at their raised hands, nine out of ten of them were pointing their middle fingers forward rhythmically. The beautiful women were no exception. Damn, the world is going to the dogs. "Handsome guy," Zhang Ziwen felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw a heavily made-up, glamorous woman taking a drag of her cigarette and blowing a puff of smoke at him, almost choking him. Zhang Ziwen frowned. What was this? He didn't understand what she wanted. "Handsome guy, all alone?" "Hmm." "Would you like to buy me a drink?" The glamorous woman gave him a flirtatious wink. Zhang Ziwen was sure that the makeup on her face was definitely coming off. "Okay," Zhang Ziwen forced a smile, suppressing his nausea, and handed over the beer on the table. Lonely and desperate, he was always looking for company, especially since her calling him "handsome" felt good to him, even though he knew he was already somewhat handsome. "Oh, handsome, I don't drink this," the woman pushed the beer away from Zhang Ziwen. "Didn't you want me to treat you? Why are you asking me if you can't drink?" Zhang Ziwen was puzzled. "Hehe, it's not that I can't drink, I just don't drink beer." "Then what do you want to drink?" "Look, that one, I only drink imported liquor." Following her finger, Zhang Ziwen saw two bottles of XX and one of O. Just looking at the bottle, he knew it was expensive . Damn, is she trying to take advantage of me? "Please, handsome, treat me to this," the alluring woman said in a coquettish voice, shaking Zhang Ziwen 's shoulder, her panda-like dark circles getting closer and closer to him. "Okay, drink it yourself if you want." "Miss, get me a bottle of wine," the woman called to Zhang Ziwen, then proceeded to flirtatiously wink at him. "Handsome, you're so nice." She then tried to press her bright red lipstick onto Zhang Ziwen's face. "No!" Zhang Ziwen blocked her with his elbow, laughing, "Nice? I don't have to pay." "What?" The woman's expression changed drastically; her dark circles turned completely white, her eyes almost invisible . "You brat, are you messing with me?" She then gave Zhang Ziwen the middle finger, tossed her head, snorted, and swayed off to find her next sugar daddy. Zhang Ziwen shook his head with a wry smile, thinking how he'd run into such a vulgar woman. Damn, it would be better if a beautiful woman hit on him; maybe he'd just throw away all his money. Chapter Seven: Hero Saves the Beauty "Why are you letting go of me? Let go!"

A girl's voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Ziwen. Amidst the deafening music, the voice was almost
inaudible unless one was paying close attention, but he still heard it.

Zhang Ziwen turned around and saw several oddly-haired, sleazy-looking thugs dragging
two The surrounding men and women were shaking their heads and twisting their bodies, seemingly unfazed by the situation.

"Let go! What are you doing? Don't touch me, you filthy scoundrels!" one of the girls struggled and shouted.

"Hehe, we've got our eye on you guys. Listen to us, come have some fun with us," one of the thugs
chuckled, .

"Don't let go! We're not going anywhere! Let us go!"

"Damn it, if you keep making trouble, see what I'll do to you later!"

The two girls were too weak to fight off the group of young, strong thugs. They
were dragged and pulled towards them, and Zhang Ziwen's seat was their only way out.

Soon, two girls were dragged to Zhang Ziwen by several thugs. The two girls looked young,
with pretty and delicate features. Judging from their clothes, they were probably still in school; no wonder they were being harassed by these thugs.
It was a mystery why these two schoolgirls were here for entertainment.

One of the girls, seeing Zhang Ziwen looking at them, struggled free, grabbing
the armrest of the high chair he was sitting on with one small hand. Her beautiful eyes looked at Zhang Ziwen with pleading eyes, looking utterly pitiful.

Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly; it seemed he had no choice but to help.

"Hey, guys, where are you taking my sister?" Zhang Ziwen stood up and greeted
the thugs with a smile.

The thugs were slightly taken aback by Zhang Ziwen's greeting. The two thugs who were pulling on the girls unconsciously
loosened their grip, and the two girls seized the opportunity to break free, hiding behind Zhang Ziwen and clinging tightly to his clothes
as if they were grasping at a lifeline, refusing to let go.

"Are they your sisters?" one of the thugs, with a pointed face and monkey-like features, glared at Zhang Ziwen and asked, his eyes hostile.

"Yes, that's right, they're my sisters," Zhang Ziwen replied seriously.

"Damn it, buddy, are you kidding us?" another thug with a pig-like face asked menacingly.

These two thugs together were quite a sight; one was as thin as a monkey, and the
other looked presentable, but their clothes and hairstyles were truly appalling, and they stood crookedly to one side,
as if afraid others wouldn't know they were a group of thugs.

The monkey-faced thug continued, picking up where the pig-headed thug left off: "Buddy, you can't fool our brother. Hand
him over." He then gestured with his pointed snout towards Zhang Ziwen's back.

"What? What did you say? I can't hear you." The music was too loud, and Zhang Ziwen shouted, pretending
not to hear.

"Damn it, my brother wants you to hand him over," the pig-faced thug yelled at Zhang Ziwen.

"Oh, hand him over? Hand over who?"

"Fuck! Are you playing dumb?"

"Fuck who? Fuck your mother? Your mother's too old, I don't like her," Zhang Ziwen replied with a grin .
Zhang Ziwen observed that there were seven thugs in total.

The pig-headed thug roared, "You're asking for it!" He lunged forward to grab Zhang Ziwen's clothes, ready to teach him a lesson.

Before Zhang Ziwen could make a move, he had already seized the man's wrist. With a gentle twist, Pig Head let out a miserable howl as his wrist dislocated with a "
crack "
The excruciating pain contorted Pig Head's face. Zhang Ziwen released his grip, and Pig Head immediately crouched down in agony.

Zhang Ziwen's attack was swift; before the monkey-faced thug could even see what was happening, Pig Head was already groaning in pain
. Seeing the situation escalating, the other thugs surrounded him.

Zhang Ziwen broke free from the two girls holding his clothes, focusing his attention on defense, mentally calculating how to
deal with these thugs as quickly as possible.

"That Monkey kid is tough, be careful," Pig Head groaned, warning Monkey Face.

Damn it, this kid's nickname is Monkey, and it's certainly fitting.

"Brothers, grab your weapons and attack!" Monkey yelled, pulling out his belt and lunging forward.
The others grabbed nearby bottles and pounced, clearly intending to smash Zhang Ziwen's skull—quite ruthless.

As the monkey lunged forward, Zhang Ziwen kicked it squarely in the sternum. A slight cracking sound
was heard , and the monkey flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground. Simultaneously, Zhang Ziwen's
fists struck the bottle hurtling towards his head, shattering glass with two loud crashes.

Taking advantage of the two thugs' momentary hesitation as they clutched the broken bottle, Zhang Ziwen pounced fiercely, grabbing their wrists and
shoulders. Two more cracking sounds followed, and he was down.

Three remained. One reacted quickly; seeing Zhang Ziwen's vicious attack, he cried out, dropped
the bottle, and ran. Before the last two thugs could even raise their bottles, Zhang Ziwen swiftly struck, chopping and kicking with lightning speed,
felling one while kicking the other to the ground, unable to get up.

Thirty seconds, Zhang Ziwen estimated the time in his mind. Damn, it's been a while since he'd fought; his skills are a bit rusty.

Against these ordinary thugs, based on Zhang Ziwen's attack capabilities from over a year ago, seven people could
have been taken down in fifteen seconds at most, averaging two seconds per person. Zhang Ziwen was somewhat dissatisfied with his current speed.

The loud music in the disco had stopped when Zhang Ziwen kicked the monkey away,
and The commotion had alerted the disco's management, and several security guards came over. If someone died, the disco
would have to close down.

All the men and women who were dancing stopped their violent movements and looked over to watch the commotion. Of course, many
of them were high on drugs and in a state of excitement, their heads shaking uncontrollably, their eyes glazed over,
probably seeing double. Zhang Ziwen suspected that those on drugs must be watching a large-scale brawl; one person
turning into two, how could the scene be small? Several people flying away at once.

Several security guards in suits and wearing headsets didn't dare stop Zhang Ziwen. A few thugs were lying on the ground groaning;
who would dare provoke them? Besides, Zhang Ziwen was very measured in his actions, trying not to damage public property.

Zhang Ziwen led the way, with the two girls closely following him out of the disco. A gentle night breeze blew;
the air outside was so much better. Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette, took a satisfying drag, and felt
a sense of satisfaction. The resentment he'd felt in the detention center during the day had vanished. Zhang Ziwen wasn't a violent person, but moderate exercise was indeed beneficial to his physical and mental health.

Zhang Ziwen could feel the two girls' admiring gazes fixed on him. He deftly exhaled a couple of puffs of smoke.
Zhang Ziwen smiled at them, feeling a certain dashing confidence in his smile. He noticed
a glint in their eyes, and one of the girls was exceptionally beautiful. Her limpid, autumn-water-like eyes gazed at him
with a hint of affection, causing Zhang Ziwen's heart to flutter slightly. The allure of a pretty girl was undeniable.

"Big brother, thank you. If you hadn't saved us, I don't know what would have happened," the beautiful girl said,
blushing slightly , seemingly a little shy.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and nodded. "Alright, it's alright now. You can go home. Don't come to places like this again. You
won't always be so lucky." Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but give her a warning.

"We won't come again. Tonight scared us half to death; we're still terrified," the beautiful girl said, sticking out her pink
tongue , looking incredibly cute.

"That's good. Okay, go home." Zhang Ziwen took a drag of his cigarette and turned to leave.

"No!" The pretty girl tugged at Zhang Ziwen's clothes, pleading pitifully, "Big brother, can you take us home
? We're still scared."

"Yes, our school isn't far ahead. Big brother, please be a good Samaritan and take us home,"
another girl pleaded.

Two young girls in the prime of their lives were begging a grown man like you—what could you say?

"Let's go, I'll take you," Zhang Ziwen readily agreed, his heart set on it. Protecting the weak, rescuing
beauties—he'd rescue two at once! This was a rare opportunity, a matter of luck, and it seemed he was quite fortunate.

Seeing that Zhang Ziwen had agreed to take them home, the two girls cheered and took his arms, one on each side,
happily telling him how to get there.

"Big brother, what's your name? Can you tell us your name?" the pretty girl, more lively, asked first
.

"This big brother is doing good deeds like Lei Feng, can he do it anonymously?" Zhang Ziwen teased her deliberately.

"No!" the two girls said in unison. The pretty girl shook Zhang Ziwen's arm, pleading,
"Please tell us, okay? Just tell us!" Good

heavens, Zhang Ziwen could feel the beautiful girl's breasts rubbing against his arm—full, soft,
and a little firm. Sigh, girls these days don't care about their manners at all, and he was young and
impetuous!

Zhang Ziwen concealed his inner turmoil and coughed, "You have to tell me your names first before I
tell you."

"Okay, I'll tell you first, my name is Tang Shu." "My name is Chen Ya." The two girls readily gave
their names .

The pretty girl was named Tang Shu, and the other, very elegant girl, was named Chen Ya—names that suited her personality quite well.

"We've all given our names, shouldn't you tell us yours now, big brother?" Tang Shu's soft breasts rubbed
against his arm again, and Zhang Ziwen inwardly cried out that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, let me tell you, you two little devils, my name is Zhang Ziwen. You can call me Brother Zhang from now on, hehe."

The two girls murmured Zhang Ziwen's name.

Chapter Eight: Bad Luck, Back to the Police Station.

"Hehe, Zhang Ziwen, Ziwen." Tang Shu said with a grin, "Brother Wen, your name is so refined."

"Yeah, Brother Wen is such a good fighter, this name doesn't suit you at all." Chen Ya also joined in, studying
Zhang Ziwen 's name.

These two girls kept calling him Brother Wen, making Zhang Ziwen's bones feel weak. Two youthful and
beautiful smiling faces kept flashing in front of Zhang Ziwen, chattering incessantly, not to mention
the soft, full breasts that kept brushing against his arms. They'd only known each other for a few minutes, how come they were acting like old friends? Was he really that approachable?
Zhang Ziwen was a little confused.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps sounded behind Zhang Ziwen. Sensing something was wrong, he turned around and immediately
saw the thug who had first slipped away from the disco leading a large group of people rushing towards them—probably more than twenty. They were carrying
baseball bats, and some were dragging iron bars and chains, which made a grating metallic sound as they dragged on the ground.

Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "Damn it, so that kid went to get reinforcements."

The two girls who had been chatting and laughing like nightingales in a valley were terrified when they saw so many thugs.
Zhang Ziwen pulled them behind him and retreated towards the corner of the wall. If they were surrounded, the two girls would inevitably be in trouble
. Retreating to the corner prevented them from closing in.

Passersby, seeing the group's menacing appearance and the weapons they were carrying, all kept their distance. The timid ones hurriedly
ran away, afraid of getting involved, while the bolder ones chose good spots to stand at a distance and watch the commotion. Damn, not
a single person pulled out their phone to call the police. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly at the coldness of the world.

As Zhang Ziwen and his companions retreated to the corner, the thugs closed in. These thugs had clearly
witnessed . They stood a few meters away from Zhang Ziwen and his friends, brandishing their weapons,
hesitant to attack.

Zhang Ziwen felt the girls clinging to his clothes behind him tremble. He felt sorry for them; the two
girls had been repeatedly frightened.

Zhang Ziwen turned and smiled at them, assuring them that he was there for them.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's composure, even smiling in such a dangerous situation, the two girls were perhaps inspired .
Their trembling gradually subsided, and they trusted that Zhang Ziwen's strong back was their safest shield.

The thugs who had been partially surrounding Zhang Ziwen grew impatient. Three of the stronger-looking thugs stepped forward and,
without a word , swung their baseball bats at three different angles,
aiming for Zhang Ziwen's vital points. These three were experienced fighters; their attacks were well-placed.

Zhang Ziwen took a half-step forward, facing the first thug who approached. With lightning speed, he grabbed the thug's wrist,
deflecting the baseball bat in his hand and blocking a bat aimed at his lower body. At the same time, Zhang Ziwen
dodged a third bat aimed at his head, twisting his wrist, kicking, and disarming the thug. In two-thirds of a second, he had taken down
two thugs, and in one-third of a second, the bat had struck the thug who was trying to attack his head.

In exactly three seconds, three people had fallen in front of Zhang Ziwen. This lightning-fast action all happened
within a meter of Zhang Ziwen. Despite being outnumbered, Zhang Ziwen showed no mercy and acted with extreme efficiency.

If it weren't for the two girls behind him, Zhang Ziwen would have already charged into the group of thugs and started fighting. He was
confident take care of them all within three minutes.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's prowess, the group of thugs opposite them hesitated for a moment. One of them, presumably the leader, shouted
, "Brothers, this kid's trained! Charge him!"

Emboldened by numbers, several more fearless thugs rushed forward, simultaneously wielding steel bars, baseball bats, and chains. Zhang Ziwen...
Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "Good timing!" He swung his baseball bat and charged forward, pressing his body against one of the thugs.
With a series of clangs, the sounds of hard objects colliding, bones breaking, and screams of agony filled the air.
All the thugs who attacked him fell to the ground. Some, whose bones had been broken by Zhang Ziwen's bat, writhed on the ground in agony, their screams
piercing the night. The remaining thugs were stunned by this scene and dared not approach again. They had finally witnessed

Zhang Ziwen's ruthlessness firsthand . Seeing their terrified eyes, Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "Damn it, they're all cowards. If I used one move to subdue them, they'd wet their pants in fear." Seeing that their morale had waned and they had lost all fighting spirit, Zhang Ziwen seized the opportunity while they were still in fear. He roared, brandishing his baseball bat in a wide arc, feigning a powerful attack. The thugs screamed and dropped their weapons, then took off running. They came fast and went fast; except for a few lying on the ground groaning in pain, they were all gone. "Damn it, no loyalty at all," Zhang Ziwen thought with contempt. "How can they abandon their comrades like this?" Just then, a van that seemed to be passing by suddenly braked, making a sharp screech of tires. The van sped off, and several strong men with crew cuts jumped out. They moved swiftly and quickly towards Zhang Ziwen. Seeing how fast they surrounded him, Zhang Ziwen sensed that these men might be a threat. "Damn it, here they come again!" Zhang Ziwen's anger flared. These guys were like persistent ghosts. Zhang Ziwen decided to strike first . Before they could close in and surround him, Zhang Ziwen lunged at the man with the buzz cut at the front, his baseball bat flashing like lightning. The buzz cut was agile, dodging Zhang Ziwen's thunderous blow, but Zhang Ziwen had anticipated his sidestep and delivered a powerful side kick. With a "crack," the buzz cut flew three meters away, at least three of his ribs broken. Without pausing, Zhang Ziwen calculated the angle and attacked the man flanking from the side. This time, the bat was incredibly fast, striking his shoulder blade squarely. Another sound of bones cracking rang out, and the man who had been hit groaned in pain, doubled over. After taking down two men with buzz cuts, three more approached Zhang Ziwen. Their movements were swift; they weren't intimidated by Zhang Ziwen's ruthlessness. Just as Zhang Ziwen swung his baseball bat again, he suddenly froze, his posture unchanged , unable to swing. Before him were three dark, menacing handguns. "Damn it," Zhang Ziwen thought , "when I saw them rushing over, these three were pulling something out of their waistbands. So that's what they were doing. I never expected these thugs to have real weapons—Type 97s, the latest model!" Zhang Ziwen gave a wry smile , tossed aside his wooden stick, and glanced back at the two girls in the corner, making a helpless expression. A handgun was pressed against Zhang Ziwen's forehead, and the other two men with buzz cuts swiftly twisted his hands behind his back with was handcuffed. " Damn, thugs have handcuffs?" Zhang Ziwen sensed something was wrong. Zhang Ziwen's intuition was indeed correct. The officer, holding a gun to Zhang Ziwen's short hair, pulled an ID from his back pocket and waved it in front of Zhang Ziwen. A police ID—they were police officers! Damn it, why didn't these cops warn us sooner? It was all a misunderstanding. It seemed the two officers Zhang Ziwen had taken down were badly injured. No manners at all! Shouldn't police officers identify themselves first? They were probably arrogant, trying to take me down first. Damn it, did they think I was a pushover? Zhang Ziwen initially felt a little guilty towards the two officers injured by Zhang Ziwen , but after understanding the situation, he cursed inwardly, "Serves them right. " "Officer, you've arrested the wrong person! Brother Wen is a good guy, he saved us!" Tang Shu, seeing Zhang Ziwen handcuffed, now realized these men were police and pleaded for him. "You really have arrested the wrong person! The one on the ground is the bad guy!" Chen Ya hurriedly explained to the police. The short-haired man with the police badge glared at them: "We'll talk at the police station. Whether you arrested the wrong person or not isn't up to you to decide." His fierce tone infuriated the two girls. The short-haired man added, "Also, you're not leaving. You're coming with us to the police station to give your statements ." Seeing that the two girls were a little scared, Zhang Ziwen smiled and comforted them: "It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding . It'll be fine once we clear things up ." Perhaps the two girls trusted Zhang Ziwen a lot, or perhaps his smile made them feel safe, because they calmed down and quietly walked to Zhang Ziwen's side, leaning against him like little birds, looking pitiful. The police put Zhang Ziwen and the other two into a van, while two other officers called an ambulance and nearby patrol officers. Soon, more police cars and officers arrived, along with several more ambulances, carrying the thugs on the ground and the two officers into the van. The police cars led the way with sirens blaring, while the van carrying Zhang Ziwen, Tang Shu, and Chen Ya sped towards the police station . The two girls didn't understand why Zhang Ziwen kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly in the car. Little did they know, Zhang Ziwen had only been released from the detention center that evening, just a few hours ago. Zhang Ziwen glanced at his watch; it wasn't even midnight yet. Damn it, his birthday wasn't over and he was back in. Today was inexplicably unlucky. Upon entering the city police station, Tang Shu and Chen Ya were taken to a room to give statements by a policeman, while Zhang Ziwen was locked in another small room with iron doors and windows. Clearly, they considered Zhang Ziwen an extremely dangerous individual. His hands were handcuffed behind his back and he was forced to sit in a specially made chair. Zhang Ziwen noticed the setup was similar to an interrogation room in the detention center and thought, "Thank goodness, tonight will probably be an immediate interrogation, unlike last night when I had to stay out all night. " Chapter Nine: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road. Sure enough , not long after, the iron door was pulled open, and two people entered. Zhang Ziwen looked up and exclaimed, "Damn!" He ran into an old acquaintance again. Wasn't this the policewoman who had interrogated him this morning? The other was the short-haired guy who had arrested him. What a twist of fate ! He hadn't expected this policewoman to work at this police station. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly. To be honest, he really didn't want to see her; she would probably . The policewoman, still beautiful in her uniform, sat down and glanced at Zhang Ziwen. Her beautiful eyes widened slightly when she saw him, a hint of disdain flashing in them. It seemed she really had a bad impression of Zhang Ziwen. But Zhang Ziwen didn't care; he was equally indifferent to the policewoman. "Name?" The policewoman's tone was the same as this morning—cold and devoid of any emotion. Damn it, Zhang Ziwen was very annoyed. Wasn't she just asking a question she already knew the answer to?

"Name," the policewoman repeated, her tone slightly impatient.

"Zhang Ziwen!" Zhang Ziwen deliberately mimicked her drawn-out tone.

"Home address?" The policewoman glared at him, clearly displeased with his attitude.

"You already know, why are you asking me?"

"Home address!"

"Didn't I already tell you?"

*Bang!* The policewoman slammed her hand on the table. "Zhang Ziwen, behave yourself. Don't give me that attitude."
Zhang Ziwen could tell the policewoman was particularly angry today. "Wu Min, don't try to act tough in front of me. Let me tell you, I don't buy it. Get out. I said I never want to see you again." Zhang Ziwen wasn't

one to back down either . His temper with this policewoman was no less than hers; his patience had reached its limit. If it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, Zhang Ziwen would have already sworn out. Policewoman Wu Min, hearing him call her name, paused for a moment. Seeing Zhang Ziwen's rudeness, she abruptly stood up, her beautiful face turning deathly pale with anger, her body trembling slightly, her eyebrows furrowing as if about to explode. The short-haired man who had arrested Zhang Ziwen noticed her unusual expression and heard him call her by her name directly. Unsure of their relationship, he gently nudged Wu Min and asked, "Inspector Wu, do you know him?" Wu Min, perhaps realizing her lapse in composure, sat down awkwardly and huffed, "Who knows this little hooligan? It's ridiculous!" Her pretty face flushed slightly. She remembered him lecherously glancing at her chest; she must have known the name on her name tag then. Zhang Ziwen, inexplicably angered by her use of the term "little hooligan," sneered, "Yeah, who knows who? With your looks and your character, heh heh..." He shook his head with a cold laugh, his face filled with exaggerated contempt and disgust. Anyone could tell this wasn't a compliment, especially given the mention of her appearance. The disdainful tone and exaggerated expression made it easy to sense the disgust. This was the kind of thing women find most unbearable, especially a beautiful woman so confident in her looks. Zhang Ziwen's words were rather malicious, as could be seen from Wu Min's distorted expression. Zhang Ziwen felt a sense of vengeful pleasure, without a trace of guilt. "Inspector Wu, Inspector Wu," the man with the crew cut called softly, noticing her pale face. Seeing no reaction , he nudged her with his elbow and said, "Inspector Wu, you don't look well. Why don't you go and rest? Let me interrogate this kid." Wu Min, jolted back to her senses by the crew cut's touch, retorted, "What did you say? You interrogate him? No way! I'm fine. I 'll interrogate him myself. I don't believe in this nonsense!" She took two deep breaths, clearly still furious at Zhang Ziwen's words . The policewoman pointed to the computer and instructed the man with the crew cut to print something out. A moment later, the man had clearly found the information she needed, and the printer's hissed in the interrogation room. While the document was being printed, Wu Min asked again, "Zhang Ziwen, I won't ask you anything else, just tell me what happened tonight." Judging from her voice, she was clearly suppressing her emotions. Zhang Ziwen nonchalantly replied, "Would you believe me if I told you it was a misunderstanding?" Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, "Of course not. " As he expected, Wu Min curled her lips in disdain and said, "Do you think I'd believe that?" Then, noticing that Zhang Ziwen hadn't gotten to the point, she said sharply, "I'm asking you now, you just need to answer honestly." Zhang Ziwen shrugged and said, "Then I have nothing to say. I told you it's a misunderstanding, but you don't believe me. Do whatever you want, I'm too lazy to talk to you." This time, the policewoman wasn't angered by Zhang Ziwen's taunts. She said coldly, "Hmph, Zhang Ziwen, don't think you can get away with this again. Do you know how serious your crime is? Two of our colleagues have multiple fractures, one of them even has a broken sternum. You're ruthless." Zhang Ziwen said with dissatisfaction, "Who knows if they are..." " Police! They rushed out of the car in plainclothes, trying to arrest me. They don't even have 'police' written on their foreheads. Didn't they see I was busy dealing with those thugs? Is that my fault?" Zhang Ziwen then gestured to the man with the crew cut, looking at him and saying, "Tell me, when you rushed over, did you show your identification? Did you show your police badges?" The man with the crew cut was taken aback, not expecting Zhang Ziwen to ask him this. When they passed by the scene, they saw Zhang Ziwen fighting, and several people were lying on the ground, their fates unknown. Seeing the critical situation, the men in the car were focused on taking down Zhang Ziwen, and they hadn't had time to show their badges. Now, recalling cut didn't know how to answer. Seeing the man with the crew cut hesitate, Wu Min guessed that Zhang Ziwen was probably telling the truth. But her men had been badly injured by Zhang Ziwen; could she just let him go like that? Wu Min tapped the table and said, "What are you talking about? I'm asking you what happened ?" Wu Min wanted to find a loophole in his story about the fight with the thugs. Zhang Ziwen quickly figured out what the pretty policewoman was thinking, and sneered inwardly. He thought, "I never knew you had such an angelic face, but a heart of stone. Trying to fool me? No way. " Zhang Ziwen grinned and said, "It's simple. I was a hero saving a damsel in distress, a good Samaritan . Shouldn't the government give me a Good Citizen Award?" "Don't be so cocky. Do you think we police officers are just sitting around doing nothing? Do you think we don't know your background? You have a criminal record." "A criminal record? You must be mistaken." "Hmph, I think you won't admit it until you're faced with the consequences." " Then tell me, stop trying to fool me." "Fine, you have a bad memory, huh? Listen carefully." "I'm listening," Zhang Ziwen said, feigning indifference. Wu Min took a stack of documents from the man with the crew cut. They were clearly printed from the printer. The computer was connected to the archives , making it easy to check someone's information. Zhang Ziwen's file should be there, especially since he was released this evening; Wu Min must already know his background. Wu Min examined the documents, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Zhang Ziwen," he said, "the materials I have are all about you. Listen carefully, and we'll see if you still dare to say you have no criminal record." Zhang Ziwen glanced at the documents in Wu Min's hand, thinking, "I haven't stolen or robbed anyone, what's there to be afraid of? You think you can turn white into black?" He remained unconvinced. Zhang Ziwen said nonchalantly, "Read it. I'm all ears."

"Hmph, let's see if you're still so stubborn then," Wu Min thought, her teeth itching with anger at his expression.

"Zhang Ziwen, male, Han ethnicity, unmarried, from Zhonghai City, high school education, currently 23 years old—no,
today is your birthday, you should be 24." Wu Min corrected his age, giving him a gloating glance, which infuriated
Zhang Ziwen.

Wu Min continued reading, "Your parents passed away one after the other when you were in junior high school. Your guardian is your cousin,
He Li, who has been supporting you through high school. You currently live at No. 8, Unit 2, Building 3, No. 84, Xianghe Lane, An'nan Road, Zhonghai City.
This is the only inheritance your deceased parents left you. Is this information correct?" Wu Min asked
him at this point.

"Yes, continue," Zhang Ziwen thought, thinking, "They really know a lot; they even know about his cousin's financial support
. "

"After graduating from high school, I enlisted in the navy, joining the 37107 unit of the North Sea Fleet.
I completed three months of basic training and six months of cadet training on a secluded island. My branch of service was artillery, and
during my six months in the cadet company, I specialized in 25mm and 37mm guns, completing my studies with excellent grades."

Wu Min glanced at him as she read this, her eyes filled with disdain. She thought to herself, "You, with your hooligan
-like appearance, have excellent grades? "

Zhang Ziwen didn't see her disdainful look; his mind was currently recalling his past life in the military.

Chapter Ten: The Angry Beautiful Inspector

"After completing my studies in the cadet company, I was assigned to the 1st Detachment of the Wuhai City Naval Military Sub-district,
serving on a missile boat. Just one month after joining the unit, I participated in the naval gunnery competition and won first place,
earning ." Wu Min's tone was a little sour as she read this, clearly dissatisfied.

"Three months after joining the company, the Navy held an internal selection process for Marine Corps members. You signed up for the selection,
passed the political review, physical fitness test, and various subject assessments, and were recruited into the Marine Corps reserve team. Then,
after six months of rigorous and brutal training at National Chengchi University, you stood out from the many candidates and officially
became a Marine Corps member three months ahead of schedule, becoming a member of the Marine Corps' rapid assault squad."

Wu Min suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. After reading for so long, why was it all good? She began to suspect that the file might
have been wrong. The documents they had submitted that morning clearly stated that he had committed a serious offense, enough to warrant a prison sentence.

Wu Min looked at the crew-cut man with a questioning gaze. The crew-cut man shrugged with a wry smile, indicating that the file
was correct . He glanced at Zhang Ziwen, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He himself was a soldier,
having served in an army reconnaissance company before becoming a policeman. He knew the hardships of special forces training. The fact that this person could
officially was something he couldn't help but admire.

Wu Min was quite displeased with the flat-topped man's admiring look. She glared at him and continued reading: "In the assault team
, this member excelled in all training skills and achieved outstanding results. After three months in the Marine Corps, he was dispatched to carry out a
special mission and successfully completed the tasks assigned by his superiors, earning a collective second-class merit and an individual third-class merit.
During his two years of service in the Marine Corps, he was dispatched to carry out various military missions as many as 76 times,
including 12 overseas missions, all of which he completed excellently. This member has a distinguished record of combat achievements and has been commended by the military many times. In
June 2004, he was recommended by the unit to be admitted to the Naval Military Academy and became a cadet there. In
July 2004, this cadet had a conflict with local people."

Wu Min's tone became excited as she read this part. Finally, the section about Zhang Ziwen's stain appeared in the document. Wu Min's
spirits lifted, and she glanced at him triumphantly, noticing that Zhang Ziwen was frowning and seemingly lost in thought.

Wu Min tapped the table and raised her voice, "Zhang Ziwen, what are you thinking about? Let's get to the point."

"Hmm," Zhang Ziwen raised his eyelids, seeing Wu Min staring at him smugly, and frowned, "
Where were you reading?"

"I was reading about what you did wrong. You'd better listen carefully, lest you say I wronged you." Wu Min was very angry;
she had been reading for a long time with her throat dry, and he hadn't listened to a word.

"Fine, continue, I'm listening."

"You'd better listen carefully, I won't repeat myself."

"Nonsense," Zhang Ziwen muttered under his breath.

Wu Min had sharp ears and said angrily, "What did you say?" Her pretty face flushed red; she was annoyed by Zhang Ziwen again.

Zhang Ziwen rolled his eyes, ignoring her slightly angry expression, and was too lazy to explain.

Wu Min took a breath, trying to calm herself down. She didn't know why, but ever since interrogating
Zhang Ziwen and finding out he wasn't a member of the Black Dragon Society, she had reluctantly released him. Even after releasing him, she felt resentful.
Perhaps it was because she couldn't do anything to him after being bullied by him. Wu Min had been easily agitated and angry all day at the bureau.
Her subordinates couldn't understand what was wrong with the beautiful inspector today; they were all trembling with fear, avoiding her for fear
of getting into trouble.

Heaven had mercy on her; this scoundrel had fallen into her hands again. Tonight, she wouldn't let him escape so easily.
The more she looked at this scoundrel, the more disgusting he became. Tonight, in this interrogation room, he had bullied her, making her face turn red and white
, causing her great humiliation. Wu Min felt an inexplicable hatred for Zhang Ziwen.

Wu Min glared at Zhang Ziwen and said, "I think you know very well what happened in the army in July two years ago."
She raised the documents in her hand, glanced at Zhang Ziwen with disdain, and sneered, "Is this
all ? Fighting and brawling. You're still a leopard in disguise."

Zhang Ziwen's lips twitched slightly, and he raised his eyelids, saying, "So what? I
did it my way. I don't regret what I did. That matter is settled, so what can you do to me?"

Wu Min gave him a disdainful look: "I can't do anything to you, but you still have a criminal record. Tonight, when you come to
this police station, I'm afraid you won't be able to get away with just a few words."

"Heh heh," Zhang Ziwen sneered, "My so-called criminal record is the same as this matter,
pretty much the same ." His tone was very dismissive.

"Really? You started the fight, then assaulted a police officer. Do you think your crimes are as easy as you make them out to be? Do you
think you're still in the military?" Wu Min grew increasingly angry, banging on the table and raising her voice, "You need to understand, this
is a civilian area, not a place where you can do whatever you want and hurt people indiscriminately. You have to pay the price for your actions."

Seeing Wu Min's agitated expression, Zhang Ziwen felt utterly ridiculous. This policewoman seemed to have some deep-seated
grudge , determined to solidify his guilt. Was it really necessary?

Zhang Ziwen's heart stirred, deciding to tease his nemesis.

"Alright," Zhang Ziwen said, feigning impatience, "What do you want? Get to the point,
do want me to confess? Intentional assault? Disturbing the peace? Assaulting a police officer? Do you want me to admit to everything?"

"Hmph, you even know what you've done? You should have just said so earlier, you're wasting time." Seeing his
impatience wasn't angry. Based on her experience, when the person being interrogated was impatient, they confessed more quickly, and
Wu Min felt a surge of satisfaction.

"Heh, you want me to confess? Dream on." Zhang Ziwen suddenly smiled. "I won't confess. I'm innocent
, that's my answer to you."

He chuckled inwardly. "Little brat, you think you can convict me with just a few tricks? You're still too green." Zhang Ziwen leisurely
observed Wu Min, watching her expression.

"You, Zhang Ziwen!" Wu Min's face flushed red with anger as she gritted her teeth and said, "You're still
so arrogant at the police station, daring to mock the police! Humph, I refuse to believe I can't deal with you!" Wu Min's chest heaved rapidly, her words
incoherent, clearly deeply angered by Zhang Ziwen.

"Don't get agitated, don't hurt yourself." Seeing her angry expression, Zhang Ziwen almost burst out laughing,
pressing advantage with further sarcasm: "The safety of the people depends on you, this brilliant and capable policewoman, to protect them.
If anything happens to you, I can't bear the responsibility."

"Zhang Ziwen, you've gone too far!" Wu Min, enraged and embarrassed, grabbed the documents in her hand, intending to throw them at his face.

Seeing Wu Min's loss of composure, the crew-cut man stood up and quickly stopped her, saying, "Inspector Wu, don't fall for his
tricks , the happier he'll be. Let me do the interrogation, you go and rest."

"No, I'll do the interrogation." Wu Min resolutely refused, refusing to listen to a word the crew-cut man said. The man with the crew

cut sighed inwardly, shook his head, and sat down. He had been observing his beautiful
boss for a long time and had noticed that her mood was off. This was different from her usual interrogations of suspects; she had never been this agitated before.
He this continued, he feared that the interrogation
wouldn't yield any results even after a whole night.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. The iron gate rattled, and a uniformed policeman poked his head in:
"Inspector Wu, a lawyer outside wants to see you."

"No," Wu Min said impatiently. "Can't you see I'm busy? Get out."

The beautiful boss's blunt and impolite words startled the policeman. Seeing Wu Min's cold expression, he didn't dare
say another word, quickly withdrew his head, and closed the iron gate.

A few seconds later, the policeman pushed open the iron gate again and poked his head in, smiling sheepishly. "Inspector Wu,
the lawyer says he wants to see his client."

"Sure, just take him there. We're busy right now, don't interrupt."

"The lawyer says his client is in here, his name is Zhang Ziwen."

"What? Zhang Ziwen?"

"Yes, sir." Seeing Wu Min's unfriendly expression, the policeman's "yes" was barely audible.

"Let him in."

The lawyer had specifically requested to see his client, and although Wu Min was reluctant, as a senior inspector, she had some
legal common sense and knew the consequences of obstruction, so she had no choice but to let the lawyer in.

The policeman breathed a sigh of relief when Wu Min agreed to let the lawyer in. Today, his superior was like a powder keg; he was really
afraid this beautiful inspector would yell at him again.

Zhang Ziwen was puzzled when he heard the lawyer wanted to see him. He didn't know any lawyers, and he certainly didn't have the money to hire one. Why would
a lawyer want to see him?

Just then, the policeman brought the lawyer in.

Wu Min sized up the lawyer before her. He was dressed in a suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He appeared to be in his forties,
with , but she couldn't possibly connect him with the detestable Zhang Ziwen. He didn't seem like
someone who could afford a lawyer. Wu Min muttered to herself, her eyes filled with suspicion.

"My surname is Han, and I work at Jinzhong Law Firm. This is my business card," the lawyer, who introduced himself, pulled out
a business card and handed it to Wu Min.

"Oh, Lawyer Han, your client is Zhang Ziwen?"

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