The City Hunter (Complete) - 10

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Obtaining a License to Kill

The bank's iron gates had been closed by the robbers. A large cordon had been set up outside the bank, clearing
a considerable area. Traffic control was in effect on the street, with police cars densely packed together. Numerous officers in bulletproof vests
were stationed at their posts, completely surrounding the bank. More police were being deployed; bank robbery was a major
case, and the police dared not be negligent, constantly redeploying manpower.

At this moment, two vans sped into the cordon. The doors opened, and more than ten masked SWAT officers
stepped out, wearing black combat bulletproof vests, waterproof combat boots, and carrying Type 79 assault rifles and Type 92
pistols . There was also a sniper carrying a Type 85 sniper rifle. Their attire was quite impressive, attracting
pointing and whispering from the crowd standing at a distance. These SWAT officers were rarely seen; the onlookers were certainly seeing something new.

The SWAT team leader approached the temporary commander at the scene to discuss the situation.
Zhang Ziwen would recognize the temporary commander, a portly Superintendent Chen. This
usually amiable police leader was sweating profusely, his face contorted with distress at the prospect of such a major incident in his jurisdiction.
At that moment, several more vehicles arrived. A plainclothes woman stepped out of a Land Rover SUV; it was Wu Min, a senior inspector from the Major Crimes Unit who gave
Zhang Ziwen a headache. She had apparently also received the news and rushed to the scene.
The individuals from the other vehicles were clearly high-ranking officials, their shoulder insignia indicating they were police superintendents. Several middle-aged men in
plainclothes appeared to be city leaders. With higher-ranking officials present, Superintendent Chen immediately relinquished his authority.
The leaders, along with the SWAT team leader and Wu Min from the Major Crimes Unit, huddled together to discuss the case and devise a plan. Soon after,
the police officers headed towards the van that had arrived alongside the SWAT vehicles.

The car door opened, revealing a room filled with sophisticated electronic instruments and several computer screens displaying no images. The SWAT
team leader beckoned to the officers inside and asked, "Have you connected the monitors inside?"

"Connected, data will be transmitted in 10 seconds."

At exactly 10 seconds, several computer screens flashed, displaying images of the bank's interior. The police quickly grasped the number and basic situation of the robbers
inside . Three robbers, wearing masks and hoods, were present; two
were armed with highly lethal conventional weapons, and one with a pistol. Judging from their methods of controlling the situation, they
were experienced and ruthless. Three people inside the bank appeared to be dead. A woman lay dead at the entrance, along with two
men . Beside the two fallen men, a man and a woman lay on their sides, seemingly still moving;
they were likely unharmed. In a corner of the bank, a group of hostages were crouching,
guarded . Another robber had already planted rubber bombs, ready to detonate them. The situation was becoming increasingly critical.
These three robbers clearly knew they were surrounded by police and showed no panic. Their
only way to escape was to use the hostages as leverage.

Having grasped the situation inside the bank and exchanged a few brief words with the leaders, the SWAT team captain began
assigning tasks. Time was of the essence; at a single command, the waiting SWAT officers immediately formed a circle and began
dividing up the tasks.

"Wait!" Wu Min suddenly pointed at the screen and called out to Superintendent Chen, "Superintendent Chen,
isn't that Zhang Ziwen lying on the ground?"

The portly superintendent immediately stepped forward. With a new development, the captain also came over. Superintendent Chen, whose eyesight wasn't good,
couldn't be certain after a long look and said to the captain, "Zoom in on the image; it's a bit blurry."

The captain told the team members in the car, "Zoom in on the image, zoom in on the image of the man and woman lying on the opposite side."

As the image zoomed in, Wu Min exclaimed, "It's him! It's Zhang Ziwen!" She wondered to herself, "
What's this guy doing here? "

The captain, somewhat puzzled, looked at Wu Min and asked, "What's wrong with him? Is there a problem?"

Wu Min hesitated for a moment before saying, "No problem, but we can ask him for help. This kid used to be a member of the Marine Corps , and he's quite skilled. "
Wu Min then took out her phone and said, "I have his phone number, but I don't
know he's on vibrate? It would be terrible if the bandits found out."

"He's a Marine? With him as an inside man, things will be much easier. I believe he
won't ." The captain thought for a moment and then said, "Send him a text message, keep it low, and look at the distance between him and the bandits,
they won't be able to hear you." The captain estimated the distance, speaking with great confidence.

Wu Min's slender fingers deftly typed a message on her phone, muttering to herself, "I wonder if he'll
cooperate. This kid's got a tough spot."

"No, he used to be a soldier. A soldier wouldn't stand idly by in this situation." "The captain
said with certainty.

"Hard to say, this kid made mistakes in the army, he doesn't even have military status." Wu Min didn't take the captain's words seriously,
but still sent the text message.

The captain's eyes, hidden behind his mask, stared at Zhang Ziwen crawling in the image. After a while, a smile appeared in his eyes.
Instinctively, he believed that Zhang Ziwen would make a move.

Zhang Ziwen was half-embracing the beauty in his arms. Only in this way could the large potted plant barely cover their
figures. The woman in sunglasses cooperated, stretching out her jade-like arms to tightly hug his waist, which could also maintain her
balance. However, their bodies inevitably made close contact. The woman in sunglasses was wearing a light green floral suspender dress.
Through the thin silk material, one could almost feel her delicate skin. The pleasant fragrance on her body kept stimulating
Zhang Ziwen 's nose. He had already habitually sniffed. Before he could even stop snorting

, his phone suddenly rang twice in his pocket. The sound was faint, but it still startled Zhang Ziwen. He quickly pulled
out his phone and saw it was a text message. His first reaction was to put his phone on vibrate.
If rang suddenly now, it would be a disaster.

He then glanced at the thugs in the lobby; there was no movement, so they hadn't heard him. He cursed inwardly, "Damn it, at
a time like this, who's the stupid guy bothering me?"

He opened the message, and a line of text appeared on the screen: "I am a police officer outside. Please put your phone on vibrate and
stay in touch with us."

Zhang Ziwen was furious. Wasn't this just asking for trouble? Strange, how did the police outside know I was in
there? And how did they know my phone number? Zhang Ziwen glanced at the surveillance camera on the pillar in the lobby. "Damn
it," he thought, "so that's it." He quickly understood what was going on. There were probably
police officers ; maybe Wu Min was outside too. Zhang Ziwen was almost certain that the text message was from Wu Min.
It came from the hair.

Zhang Ziwen, who wanted to let go and wait for the police to handle this mess, was a little helpless. He reluctantly sent a text message
to indicate that his phone was already on vibrate. In fact, the captain had already seen him switch to vibrate. He looked at him
with admiration. It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. This Zhang Ziwen's combat skills are not bad.

Upon receiving Zhang Ziwen's text message, the captain immediately gathered the SWAT team members and dispatched a sniper to the building opposite
the bank to find the best position to lock onto the AK-47-wielding robber. He also told the sniper
that there was a special forces soldier inside, and it would be ideal if the two could engage him. The special forces soldier could assist in locking onto the robber, but
the two of them would have to find the opportunity themselves. The captain conveyed his intentions to the sniper and pointed out Zhang Ziwen in the image
. The sniper noticed Zhang Ziwen hidden behind the potted plants, and a glint of interest flashed in his eyes. After instructing the sniper, the captain briefly outlined the combat mission. Soon, more than ten fully armed SWAT officers quickly dispersed, infiltrated both sides of the bank's entrance, and found their positions. Two SWAT demolition team members, under the cover of two other SWAT officers, quickly planted explosives on the iron gate, waiting for the captain's order to launch the demolition assault. The captain's earpiece kept ringing with confirmation that they were in position. The sniper had also found the optimal position and reported the situation to the captain. Now it was time to contact Zhang Ziwen inside . The phone vibrated, and Zhang Ziwen held it to his ear. The captain's voice came through, telling him that the SWAT team was in position and hoping he could handle the gunman. Before he finished speaking, several muffled explosions rang out in succession. Glass shards flew everywhere. The gunman wearing the Koizumi mask had blasted open the bank's bulletproof glass. The three gunmen let out a few strange cries. Koizumi rushed into the counter, followed by another gunman with an AK47 . The remaining one threw his backpack in and continued to hold the hostages with his AK47. The hostages on Zhang Ziwen's side were all crouching on the ground, too scared to move. The bank manager, who had come out with the woman in sunglasses, was particularly frightened and had wet his pants. The gunman didn't seem to care about the hostages and even made things convenient . Two thugs were raking in money behind the counter, throwing stacks of cash into their backpacks. They were clearly oblivious to everything else, their eyes only on the money. Zhang Ziwen had just peeked out when he felt a tickle in his temple. With his heightened senses, he immediately realized he was being targeted by a melee weapon. His heart skipped a beat. "Damn, a sniper? Why the hell are they locking me in?" Without even looking, he knew the sniper had locked onto him through the air vent. Calculating his position, he realized the hostage-guarding thug was in the sniper's blind spot. "Damn it, what's this guy up to? Is he trying to lure me here? That's way too risky!" "Damn it, and I have to deal with a thug with a pistol too? Do they think I'm a fool?" Zhang Ziwen was furious and gave the air vent the middle finger. The sunglasses-wearing woman in his arms looked at Zhang Ziwen's indecent gesture with surprise, assuming it was directed at her. She pinched his lower back hard, so hard that Zhang Ziwen, caught off guard, almost cried out in pain. A burning pain shot through his back. He glared at the woman, signaling her to stop fooling around. What ? "Nonsense!" the woman retorted, raising her head. "What kind of gesture is that? Pervert!" Although she was wearing sunglasses, Zhang Ziwen noticed a slight pursing of her lips and easily understood her meaning. He smiled apologetically at her, not bothering to explain further. He switched his middle finger to his index finger, pointed it at the vent, and then made a "47" gesture, implying that it could handle two AK-47-wielding thugs. Just as he finished demonstrating the move, he felt a slight relief in his temples, then was locked on again. Damn it, this guy actually dared to threaten me! Zhang Ziwen was a bit amused and exasperated. The sniper's meaning was clear: no problem, but he'd have to figure out how to lure the two gunmen to their positions. Zhang Ziwen also sensed a joking tone from the sniper. Damn it , only that guy would joke around with a sniper rifle pointed at his head. Zhang Ziwen had a strong feeling that this guy was the sniper who had been locking onto him that night; the feeling was too familiar. Zhang Ziwen calculated the distance again. He only needed to lure the two AK-47 thugs to within 5 meters of him, and he could lock onto them within the 3 o'clock to 6 o'clock range. The key was that this guy had to be quick; he had to fire the moment the two thugs entered the range, taking them both out at the same time. It was all based on instinct; there wasn't even time to aim. Could he really do it? I still have to deal with Koizumi. If I'm not careful, my 100-plus pounds will be over. I might not even get the title of martyr . What a loss! Zhang Ziwen felt like he was being forced into this situation. He was just an ordinary citizen. Why should he risk his life? Zhang Ziwen felt a burning urge to bite, an urge to lash out. Frustrated as he was, he couldn't stand idly by. Adventurous blood flowed in his veins; once something like this triggered him, it was hard to stop. His grumbling was merely a way to seek psychological balance. He was essentially licensed to kill . The police had approached him for help—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He hadn't killed anyone in a long time, and it seemed he'd have to find someone wearing the Koizumi mask to take his hit on today. He reached behind his back and pulled out his keychain, from which he took a pitifully small fruit knife. He unfolded the blade, attaching a blade no more than two inches long—this was his weapon. Zhang Ziwen looked at the small knife in his hand and smiled bitterly. At the same time, he felt a slight tremor in his temple from the cold weapon. What was he laughing at? Zhang Ziwen wanted to give the sniper the middle finger, but halfway through, it became 5.3-6 meters. At the six o'clock position, the professional hand gestures were something that guy would understand; if he didn't, he was finished. He had essentially given half his life to that guy. His strange movements aroused the curiosity of the person in his arms. Zhang Ziwen felt her pinch his lower back again, but it was very light. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in sunglasses with a puzzled expression. He could read the questioning look in her eyes behind the sunglasses. Chapter Sixty-Nine: Heart-Pounding . Zhang Ziwen smiled at the woman in sunglasses in his arms, signaling her to hide herself and not move. He then pointed to the hall, indicating that he was going out and that she should hide herself. Just as he was about to move, the woman in sunglasses hugged him tightly . Her eyes behind the sunglasses were filled with confusion, fear, and a hint of worry. The hug was so tight that Zhang Ziwen felt his chest pressing against her two full, firm, and elastic The sensation was intense, almost unbearable. Zhang Ziwen sniffed and took a deep breath of the fragrance emanating from her soft hair.

The fragrance of a woman could sometimes excite him, though mostly it aroused his desires.
At times like these, he needed to calm his slightly agitated mind and invigorate his senses. Zhang Ziwen almost kissed
her cheek with his own lipstick. The woman in sunglasses sensed his intention, her face flushing bright red. The dangerous
atmosphere in the hall instantly softened, taking on a more alluring quality.

Zhang Ziwen dialed his phone, signaling to prepare for an attack. He no longer had time to consider when to attack
; he could only unconditionally trust the reaction and cooperation of the SWAT team outside. Zhang Ziwen then surveyed the hall,
seeing the two thugs behind the counters still greedily stuffing money. Their backpacks were already bulging, and the third
was almost full. They were pushing themselves to the limit, trying to cram as much money as possible. Having too much to carry was probably their
greatest torment. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the thug holding the hostage; that guy was quite relaxed, puffing on
a cigarette. Zhang Ziwen swallowed hard; damn, that guy had piqued his interest.

Zhang Ziwen gritted his teeth. The two bandits were too far apart. If he wanted to lure all the bandits to the designated location,
he would have to be the bait. He quickly calculated the situation, gently pulled away from the woman in sunglasses,
leaned out halfway, and called out to the bandit who was smoking, "Hey bro, someone's calling." As he spoke,
he stretched out the hand holding the phone, his eyes quickly locking onto the bandit holding the money. If they made any sudden moves, he
would still have to hide. If he accidentally got shot, he would be in big trouble.

His sudden outburst startled the three thugs. All three guns were aimed at the direction he was hiding.
Zhang Ziwen didn't pull his hand back, and shouted, "Don't shoot! There's a phone call for that big brother. I'm just relaying a message, don't
shoot!" After shouting, Zhang Ziwen stood up tremblingly, looking utterly terrified. The first shot hadn't been fired
; they were temporarily safe. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to calm the three thugs: "The phone's here,
brothers, I'll get it right now." Zhang Ziwen raised both hands, the hand holding the phone also concealing a pitifully small
fruit knife. He walked very carefully, very slowly, and cautiously... Approaching the designated position, Zhang Ziwen deliberately glanced at the hostage-guarding
bandits , implying that

the person who called him was now completely exposed to three gun barrels. The sniper's lock-on had
disappeared had subsided. No one could predict what might happen. The police watching the screen outside
were surprised by Zhang Ziwen's audacity in putting himself in such a dangerous situation. All the police watching the screen were
on tenterhooks, and even Wu Min began to tense up, thinking to herself, "Why is this guy so unlucky?"
It seemed like every bad thing could happen to him. Not long ago, he had just been released from jail by the National Security Bureau, and today he was
inexplicably dragged into a bank robbery. Not only that, but he also had to become cannon fodder for the police. For the first time, Wu Min felt sympathy for
Zhang Ziwen , and for the first time, she was worried about this seemingly thug

. Zhang Ziwen, who looked scared, was unusually calm. Now was not the time to be nervous. He could only calmly
face the situation before him. He bowed slightly to confuse the other party and seemed to be trembling, but his muscles were
in optimal condition, his heart rate was stable, and his mind was clear.

The AK-47 thug, whom Zhang Ziwen had been keeping a close eye on, slowly approached. Two other thugs also dropped their money bags
and moved closer, their dark gun barrels pointed at him, radiating a chilling aura. The closer they
got was constantly calculating their approach distance. Almost there, almost at the designated position. Damn it, don't miss! He
was extremely worried about the leader and had to prepare a backup plan

. They were in sniping range. The thug who had come from the lobby was at the 3 o'clock position, Koizumi with his pistol was at
the 5 o'clock position, and the other AK-47 thug had moved to the 6 o'clock position. He would take out Koizumi as agreed, and the
sniper would target the AK-47 thug at the 6 o'clock position, who was closest to Zhang Ziwen. This guy wasn't your average thug.
He was positioned in a clever combination of attack and cover. One of them was close-range, pressing an AK against Zhang Ziwen's forehead, while Koizumi, holding
a pistol, provided cover. The other AK was positioned to the side, keeping his distance from Zhang Ziwen. His hand was already carefully
reaching out .

Zhang Ziwen was thinking, "Shoot! Shoot! Damn it!" But why wasn't anything happening? The bandit's hand was already
outstretched in front of him. Zhang Ziwen took a deep breath, loosened his grip, and the phone slipped from his hand. All the bandits' eyes
involuntarily turned to the phone hanging in mid-air. Time seemed to freeze for a moment. A gunshot rang out. The AK
pressed . Zhang Ziwen had already lunged at Koizumi, who was holding a pistol. So fast, 0.1 seconds. The gunshot rang out again. At the same time,
Zhang Ziwen's hand lightly brushed across Koizumi's throat. A cold glint flashed, bringing with it a trace of red liquid. The Type 54 pistol in Koizumi's hand
had already fallen into Zhang Ziwen's hand. The gunshot rang out again. The pistol in Zhang Ziwen's hand emitted a light smoke. He
fired almost simultaneously with the sniper's second shot. It wasn't that Zhang Ziwen didn't trust the sniper, but he had bought himself double insurance.
That AK bandit was really unlucky. He had taken an extra shot for nothing. Two bloody holes appeared on his forehead, and red and white liquid gushed out.
At the instant that the three shots rang out, the iron gate exploded at the same time. The shock wave overturned the iron gate, and more than ten figures rushed in
quickly .

From the first gunshot, the attack, the throat-slitting, the disarming, the firing, and the explosion all happened almost simultaneously. It was a perfect
, almost miraculous, execution, a split second, a life-or-death moment. This breathtaking scene was
over in the blink of an eye. So fast, so incredibly fast, not even a blink of an eye. The matter was perfectly resolved. Zhang Ziwen and the special police's cooperation
was flawless and impeccable.

By the time the special police reached them, Zhang Ziwen had already lit his cigarette, the smoke rings he exhaled were dazzling.
The three "leaders" lay sprawled on the ground, each with a knife wound and a stab wound—a clean end. These three thugs didn't even have time to think before
they were on their way to hell.

After a flurry of activity, all the bodies had been removed from the ground. The injured hostages were hospitalized, while the uninjured ones went to the police station to give
statements and receive condolences and apologies from their superiors. Zhang Ziwen sat quietly in a chair in the lobby, leisurely
smoking, his expression calm as he watched the police bustling about. Just then, he saw the bank manager, who had wet himself in fear,
preparing to follow the rescued hostages to the police station. Zhang Ziwen quickly stopped him. The bank card had been swallowed by the machine; it had to be resolved
. He had at least helped out; did the guy expect him to make another trip? The bank manager had certainly encountered
a strange person today—why was he still concerned about the card at a time like this? But seeing the manager's unyielding gaze, he had no choice but to call a
staff member to retrieve the card. Once he had the card, Zhang Ziwen felt relieved. He needed to think about buying a gift for He Li…
"Okay, I'll buy it for Tang Shu too," Zhang Ziwen thought confidently. With a little wealth now, he couldn't help but feel pleased.

Just then, the SWAT team captain walked up to Zhang Ziwen and extended his hand. Zhang Ziwen shook his hand briefly without
speaking. They exchanged glances, indicating a pleasant cooperation, their eyes showing mutual appreciation. Zhang Ziwen
was very satisfied with the SWAT team's swift action; their teamwork was excellent. These SWAT officers were no less skilled than himself—quite formidable.

The sniper, who had completed his mission, entered and stood a few steps away from Zhang Ziwen. Zhang Ziwen glanced
at ; he had encountered this guy twice before—once as enemies, and this time as
comrades on the same front. He saw the sniper give him a thumbs-up, and Zhang Ziwen smiled back.
Their eyes met, radiating intense light. They didn't need many words; a gesture,
a glance, conveyed everything. They had gone through life-or-death trials together, though Zhang Ziwen had suffered more; he
had given at least half his life to this sniper. Fortunately, the sniper hadn't let him down; this guy was
trustworthy.

Two fragrant scents wafted by. One scent, closer in, came from a woman sitting next to Zhang Ziwen. She wore sunglasses, and
behind them, her beautiful eyes were fixed on him with a mixture of curiosity and admiration, which Zhang Ziwen could read.
He felt a little uncomfortable being stared at like that, though he also felt a surge of pride; after all, showing off in front of a beautiful woman
was a rare and precious thing. The other scent was more familiar to Zhang Ziwen—Chanel Coco. Wu Min
stood right in front of him. Zhang Ziwen glanced up at her and saw her looking shy, as if she wanted to say something to thank him
, but seemed hesitant... Hesitantly, she finally spoke, going
through the motions of thanking him on behalf of the police for his help. She reluctantly extended her hand, as
if to show some appreciation since Zhang Ziwen had helped the police. Zhang Ziwen glanced at her delicate hand and her
reluctant expression, deciding not to give her that courtesy. He stood up, pretending not to see her, and asked
, "Are you leaving now, or going to your station to give your statement?"

Wu Min was incredibly embarrassed; her face flushed red. She awkwardly withdrew her hand and said irritably,
"Back to the police station. The leaders want to see you and thank you in person." She glared at him fiercely and turned away abruptly
, determined never to face this guy again.

Watching her angry retreating figure, Zhang Ziwen's eyes were filled with contempt. *Damn, no sincerity. Who do you think you are?*

The woman in sunglasses, observing their earlier behavior, guessed that the two not only knew each other but also had a
deep
-seated grudge, both acting as if neither would yield to the other. It was somewhat amusing that two adults were behaving like children, but at this moment, she had no mind to delve into the feud between Zhang Ziwen and Wu Min, and she couldn't laugh. Her bodyguard
had sacrificed his life to protect her. Thinking of the innocent bodyguard's tragic death, the woman in sunglasses' expression darkened, and tears
streamed down
her face. Zhang Ziwen heard her soft sobs and felt slightly puzzled, but seeing her expression, he quickly understood that she was grieving for her deceased bodyguard. Zhang Ziwen sighed inwardly, reached out and patted her shoulder, offering
a silent comfort. This comfort, however, caused the woman in sunglasses to burst into tears, her head throbbing… Nestled
in his arms, heartbroken, Zhang Ziwen's chest was soon soaked with sweat.

Zhang Ziwen and the woman in sunglasses walked out of the bank and saw a group of reporters surrounding the police inspector. The matter had
been resolved perfectly; the inspector seemed pleased, smiling and accepting the reporters'
barrage of questions with neither arrogance nor servility. When discussing the police's successful operation, the inspector became impassioned, praising the police's
rapid response and bravery. He declared that with such high-quality police officers protecting the peace of Zhonghai City, the people
could rest assured. He further stated that in future work, the police would uphold the spirit of fearlessness and perseverance, holding high
the banner of [unclear], focusing on [unclear], and adhering to the spirit of [unclear] and [unclear]. This inspiring speech immediately drew
applause . The reporters present were satisfied with the police's performance that day, believing that tomorrow's front page would
be filled with reports of this operation.

At this moment, the reporters spotted Zhang Ziwen and the woman in sunglasses walking out. Someone exclaimed someone
's name, and the group of reporters swarmed over. Zhang Ziwen was taken aback. *So, they know I'm the one who helped?* Keep a low profile,
keep a low profile, just say a few words, he thought to himself, and smiled as he faced the group of reporters.

*They're aggressive!* The group of reporters quickly reached him, almost knocking him over. Zhang Ziwen was about to say,
"Don't push , one at a time," but before he could finish, the reporters had already passed him. What's going on? Zhang Ziwen was a little
confused. He turned around and saw, my god, these reporters had gone mad! They were all surrounding the woman in sunglasses. Flashbulbs were
going off everywhere, microphones and cameras were all pointed at her, bombarding her with a barrage of questions. It was impossible to hear
what ; the scene was chaotic. Looking at the chaotic scene before him, Zhang Ziwen was a little bewildered.
Why were they all surrounding the woman in sunglasses? Even if two bodyguards had died, it wouldn't be this dramatic!

The woman in sunglasses shielded her face with her elbow, trying to squeeze out, but she couldn't move. There was no
way ; she was now surrounded, like a small boat being relentlessly battered by raging waves.

Chapter Seventy: The Pure Beauty.

Seeing the woman in sunglasses being pushed and swayed pitifully, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of pity. "Damn it, she's already
lost two bodyguards, what's all this commotion about? What's there to interview about someone dying?!" With this thought, Zhang Ziwen's
compassion surged. He forced his way in, using a hidden force to shake off the surrounding reporters. He
grabbed the woman in sunglasses' arm, and with a push and shove, the reporters blocking his way were involuntarily
pushed aside. Protected by Zhang Ziwen, the woman in sunglasses forced her way out of the encirclement. Seeing
the reporters , Zhang Ziwen spotted Wu Min's Land Rover SUV. Seeing her just opening the car door, he couldn't care
less about anything else and pulled her along... The woman in sunglasses rushed to the back door, opened it, pushed
herself inside, and then followed without hesitation. She slammed the door shut and locked it.
Before Wu Min could react, a large group of reporters surrounded her. She quickly got into the car, started the engine, and
drove slowly out of the crowd. The windows were tinted, so no one could see inside, but flashes were still
going off. Zhang Ziwen wondered what they were filming.

Seeing the Land Rover SUV turn onto a wide street, the faster reporters rushed to their own
vehicles. It seemed these reporters weren't giving up and were preparing to follow the SUV. Zhang Ziwen peeked through the window at the vehicle ...
Thinking this, Zhang Ziwen felt these reporters were exaggerating. Was it really that big of a news story just because two people died?

"What are you up to now?" Wu Min complained to Zhang Ziwen in the rearview mirror, but suddenly her voice trailed off,
and she couldn't finish her sentence.

Zhang Ziwen looked at Wu Min in the rearview mirror, his expression surprised. Her small mouth was half-open, as if she had seen something supernatural.
He was a little puzzled and followed Wu Min's gaze to the woman in sunglasses beside him. Her sunglasses were gone; they
must have been knocked off during their escape with Zhang Ziwen. Without the sunglasses to conceal her beauty, she was absolutely stunning, a super
beauty. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. Good heavens, could there really be such a beautiful woman in this world?
Her her eyes were like dreamy autumn water, and her long, fine, slightly curled eyelashes... Good heavens,
the eyes hidden behind those tattered sunglasses were... This woman was breathtakingly beautiful, beyond description. A single glance would send shivers down one's spine. Add to
that her exquisitely sculpted nose, her gently upturned lips, and her beautifully curved face, and Zhang Ziwen felt
dizzy looking at her. This beauty had actually been in his arms for quite some time, yet he could
n't remember what it felt like to be in her arms. What a waste of resources! He wished he could go back to
behind and relive that feeling of embracing her again. What he hated even more now was that those small sunglasses were concealing
her stunning beauty. Why hide it? Was such an inhumanly beautiful face afraid of being exposed?

Wait a minute, why does she look so familiar? Zhang Ziwen carefully examined this beautiful face. He had
one feeling: she looked incredibly familiar. He was certain he had seen her somewhere before, but then again,
it didn't quite fit. He couldn't forget this face once he saw it. Where had he seen her before? He was a little annoyed, annoyed that he
couldn't recall

Zhang Ziwen staring at the beautiful woman like that. The beautiful woman was a little uncomfortable; how could she stare at someone like that? Her
stunning face blushed slightly, and this blush almost made Zhang Ziwen's soul leave his body. He was so stunned by her beauty

that his gaze became even more fixed, and he looked a little dazed. Wu Min saw Zhang Ziwen's
infatuated and snorted softly. She couldn't stand his lecherous behavior. Thinking back to the first time
she caught him red-handed in the massage room, she felt even more contemptuous. A lecher is a lecher, and the kind
of blatant lecher who shows up whenever he sees a beautiful woman.

Wu Min's hum was soft, but Zhang Ziwen, with his exceptional hearing, still heard it.
He
immediately realized it wasn't appropriate to stare like that, so he quickly looked away and glanced at Wu Min in the rearview mirror. She was currently wearing a disdainful expression; he knew without a doubt it was because she had thrown it at him. Zhang Ziwen's anger flared. Damn it, this girl still treats me like this
! I'm a people's hero now, and this is how she treats a hero? Just as he was feeling annoyed,
a slender, beautiful hand appeared before his eyes—the hand of a stunningly beautiful woman. Even her hands were so beautiful;
how come ? Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of emotion, but then he realized something that made him happy. This slender
hand had once embraced him, and he vaguely remembered pinching his lower back; it still stung a little.

"Hello, I'm Song Lin. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you so much for earlier. May I ask your name?"
The beautiful woman was poised and elegant, her voice extremely pleasant, magnetic and gentle, very soothing and melodious.

"Zhang Ziwen, wait a minute, what did you say your name was again?" Zhang Ziwen was very familiar with this name.

"Song Lin," Song Lin looked at Zhang Ziwen as if he were an alien, thinking to herself, "He doesn't even
recognize me, does he?"

"Song Lin, Song Lin," Zhang Ziwen murmured. It was very familiar; the face was familiar, and the name was familiar too. Suddenly, a huge image flashed in
his mind , followed by a series of images. Was it her? Zhang Ziwen was a little
incredulous: "What are you acting in again? Are you a celebrity?" Zhang Ziwen finally remembered who she was. It was because he rarely
watched movies or TV, usually spending his time hanging out with friends. The reason Song Lin looked familiar was mainly because
she was incredibly famous—a superstar, a darling of advertising.
Huge billboards featuring her could be found on every major commercial street and main thoroughfare. Not only was Song Lin a good actress, but she also sang well. In just three
years in the entertainment industry, she had become a triple-threat superstar in film, television, and music. Her films were not only box office guarantees domestically, but
also enjoyed immense international recognition, winning numerous awards. She had even graced the cover of Time magazine, being named the most
glamorous Asian female star of the year, and was a sought-after celebrity by various entertainment magazines. Zhang Ziwen then began to understand
the reporters' frenzied behavior. No wonder there was such a frenzy when she was recognized by reporters outside the bank.
Robbing a bank was already eye-catching enough, but to involve the most dazzling celebrity of the day was explosive
news; these veteran reporters couldn't help but go crazy.

Even the most ignorant Zhang Ziwen had heard of her name quite a bit. His two close friends, Pang Dahai and Kai Zi, were her
loyal fans of both movies and music, often praising Song Lin to Zhang Ziwen as a rare beauty, practically a fairy. However,
Pang Dahai's praise wasn't without reason. Song Lin had maintained a clean image in the entertainment industry for the past three years, and the paparazzi
hadn't really found anything to criticize her for. Even if they fabricated some scandals, they would immediately provoke a collective
outcry from hundreds of millions of fans. Song Lin's reputation as a pure and innocent actress on screen didn't come easily. Her films never featured any
bedroom scenes, and even more surprisingly, there were no kissing scenes. In the past three years, she had made fewer than seven
films, a small number, but each one was a deeply moving masterpiece.

Aside from her debut film, every film she's made since has been a high-budget production, directed by
renowned directors both domestically and internationally. From the moment she entered the entertainment industry, she set a rule: no bed scenes or kissing scenes. This caused headaches for those
self-important directors, but there was nothing they could do about it. After all, she was not only a box office lubricant but also
a guarantee of fame. The third-rate director who first approached her for her debut film is now an internationally renowned director,
recently invited to Hollywood to direct an action blockbuster with a budget of over $100 million—she's incredibly sought after.

Song Lin's first film was a pure and innocent one, and her "jade girl" image was deeply ingrained in
the public's mind. She rose to fame with her beautiful and pure image. In today's era of rampant passionate scenes, she was like a clear spring seeping into the hearts of
audiences —fresh, natural, and endearing. Even if the plot required her to perform some passionate scenes, her
hundreds of millions of fans probably wouldn't allow it. Now, several internationally renowned betting companies have opened odds on
which film she will give her first on-screen kiss, with odds reportedly as high as 1:20, demonstrating that her reputation for purity and innocence
is not unfounded.

Zhang Ziwen had been influenced by his two close friends to some extent by these details about Song Lin, and he knew that...
The beautiful woman was quite famous, but he had no interest in TV shows or movies unless he was extremely bored. His TV was probably covered in dust by
now ; he'd rather watch porn than watch TV dramas,
which at least aroused his "sexual" interest.

Although Song Lin's name wasn't widely known to Zhang Ziwen, she was still a big star, having
appeared in movies and TV shows. To this extremely unsophisticated Zhang Ziwen, she still seemed mysterious. When he held Song Lin
's delicate hand, he was slightly flustered, his palms sweating, and he forgot to let go, causing Song Lin to give him a playful
glare, blushing as she gently pulled away from the unsophisticated man's clutches.

Even Wu Min, who was constantly peeking at the rearview mirror, felt embarrassed by Zhang Ziwen's unsophisticated behavior .
Was it really necessary? This lecherous man was completely out of his mind in front of a beautiful woman; how undignified!

The Land Rover sped along, and Wu Min's driving skills were quite good. She drove the heavy vehicle with ease,
handling the gears smoothly and maintaining a steady speed. In no
time, she left the convoy of reporters following closely behind far behind. Before long, the car came to a smooth stop in the police station parking lot. Once inside the station, there was no need to worry about reporters harassing them;
the reporters who had come after hearing the commotion seemed to have no choice but to wait patiently outside.

Zhang Ziwen walked in front, while Wu Min, who had been walking ahead, deliberately lagged behind, whispering
something in Song Lin's ear. Although her voice was soft, Zhang Ziwen still heard her. Wu Min was asking a big star for an autograph. Zhang Ziwen found it
somewhat amusing; this fierce-looking Wu Min was, after all, just a typical fangirl. How childish! Zhang Ziwen turned back and
gave her a mocking smile. Wu Min blushed crimson at his teasing look, wishing she could chase after him and kick him
a couple of times .

After giving her routine statement at the police station, considering Song Lin's special status, the police station specially arranged a private
room for her. As a result, the small room was packed with people. Some of Song Lin's die-hard police fans squeezed in
to ask for autographs. These police officers all knew that this was a rare opportunity, and getting this superstar into the police station again would be
harder than climbing to heaven. At this moment, they didn't care about discipline.

Zhang Ziwen's side was unusually deserted. The police officer taking his statement was clearly more interested
in . Zhang Ziwen answered all the questions politely, quickly finished the questioning, pressed his fingerprint, and when he looked up again
, the police officer was nowhere to be seen. Zhang Ziwen was very annoyed. Was it really necessary? He was supposed to be a hero, yet he couldn't even get a second glance from
a little girl. He was deeply indignant about his supposed heroism. Zhang Ziwen had expected
to receive a grand reception and welcome at the police station, but not only was he ignored, all the leaders had gone to visit the big star. Zhang Ziwen
tried to console himself, making excuses for the big star with a slightly sour tone. After all, two people had died in her life, so
it was normal for the leaders to visit her. What was there to complain about?

Looking at the somewhat deserted office hall, Zhang Ziwen felt a bit annoyed and helpless. He figured his reward for his
act of bravery was gone. He had performed two acts of bravery today and gotten nothing in return. These policemen
were really stingy. Damn it, next time they ask me for help, I won't listen to them. Zhang Ziwen thought angrily.
In his dissatisfaction, he didn't even think about whether there would be a next time. If there was a next time, then he could only say he was unlucky, extremely unlucky.

Zhang Ziwen's indignation was quickly quelled. Leaders from various levels emerged from the celebrity's room to receive him,
showering him with praise, rewards, encouragement, and warm greetings. He was even given a 10,000 yuan red
envelope smile became slightly stiff. Zhang Ziwen
had no complaints at this point; the red envelope felt heavy in his hand. This guy was much more genuine than any of those
empty words about being a good young man, a good youth, fearless, brave, and heroic. His wealth had increased by 10,000 yuan, to the point that he thought
if he could escape a bank robbery a couple more times, he'd be incredibly rich!

Zhang Ziwen, carrying this large sum of money, walked happily to the elevator. While waiting, he suddenly
smelled a fragrant breeze. Turning his head, he saw the celebrity Song Lin standing beside him, smiling and playfully complaining that
Zhang Ziwen hadn't waited for her. "Why

would I wait for you? We're not going the same way," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, completely unimpressed by Song Lin's unreasonable complaint.

The two stepped out of the building. Good heavens, the scene outside was spectacular. Not only were reporters thronging the area, but also a large
crowd of people . The police station was packed with people, and the entire street was teeming with people—probably tens of thousands. The veteran reporters outside
, seeing the two emerge from the building, began flashing their cameras wildly from afar, almost blinding Zhang Ziwen. He
was a little intimidated by the scene; it was obvious they were there for the big star beside him .

Chapter 71 Super Male Nanny

Zhang Ziwen glanced at Song Lin. Her brows were slightly furrowed. She must have seen this many times before; fear was
impossible. But what was she thinking?

"Zhang Ziwen," Song Lin called timidly, tugging at his sleeve.

Zhang Ziwen looked at Song Lin strangely, wondering what she wanted.

"Can you find a way to get me out of here? Without them finding out? Please help me, okay? Only you can help me now
, okay?" Song Lin pleaded pitifully.

* What can I do? Can't you see the street is completely blocked? Can't you ask the police for help? "Why are you looking for me?
I'm not your maid," Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, but said aloud, "It's a bit difficult, but we can figure it out
. Let's go inside first, and we'll talk about it later." He usually wouldn't refuse a beautiful woman's request;
he often said one thing but meant another.

"That's great! It's so great that you're willing to help me, thank you!" Song Lin's expression instantly brightened, her beautiful
eyes seeming to overflow with tears. This made Zhang Ziwen instinctively sniffle, his mindset immediately changing. Helping a beautiful woman,
why not?

The two returned to the building, and Zhang Ziwen lit a cigarette. He considered that he needed to get a car; his own car was in
the company parking lot. She should have a car, so he asked, "Where's your car? Can you find someone to drive it over for you
?"

"My car is parked outside the bank, and no one's here. My agent isn't in Zhonghai either. I'm not familiar with Zhonghai," Song Lin
said sadly , thinking of the innocent bodyguard who had died tragically.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Zhang Ziwen felt a pang of sympathy and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her. He
wondered where he could get a car. Should he ask Wu Min? The image of her disdainful gaze immediately flashed through his mind,
and he quickly dismissed the undignified thought. He decided to go get a car himself.

"Why don't you wait here for me? I'll go to the police station to get a car and then come back to pick you up. How about that?"

"You want me to wait here alone? I'm scared!" Song Lin was extremely unwilling to be left alone.
Here, she desperately needed someone to be with her, and the only one who could be with her was the man in front
of her Zhang Ziwen had become Song Lin's temporary safe haven. Currently, only he could be so natural and unpretentious with
her. Although he sometimes seemed distracted when he looked at her

, and Song Lin hadn't explicitly said anything, her pitiful appearance made Zhang Ziwen unable to bear leaving her
there . From time to time, people peeked out from the offices on either side of the corridor. Passing police officers always
slowed their pace, their eyes scanning Song Lin thoroughly from head to toe before reluctantly
leaving . Even someone like Zhang Ziwen, a veteran of police work, found the police's professional gaze a bit overwhelming, let alone
Song Lin. Looking at her pitiful state, he was determined to be her caretaker today.

Zhang Ziwen led Song Lin to a quiet corner with chairs, thought for a moment, then took out his phone.
Looks like he'd have to call his buddy for help.

"Dahai? Damn, why is it so noisy over there? * Find a quiet place to take this call." The phone
was very noisy, and Hai Dafu's reply was unclear.

"Okay, what's the matter? Hurry up, I'm busy right now."

"Busy my foot! I need your help with something important. Get a car to pick me up from the city police station."

"* What the hell did I do? Why am I stuck there? The city police station, right? Okay, I'm coming right away. How much is
the bail ?"

"What do you know? I was just doing a good deed. Forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway. No bail. While you
're at it, buy a men's suit, a baseball cap, and sunglasses. Buy the small size, around 1.7 meters tall. Oh,
and shoes too, any casual shoes will do. The car windows need to be tinted so people can't see inside from the outside.
That's it , hurry up." Before Hai Dafu could protest, Zhang Ziwen hung up the phone to stop him from nagging.

After he finished his call, Song Lin said somewhat apologetically, "I'm so sorry to have troubled you today, and even
your friend."

Zhang Ziwen smiled and said, "It's nothing, it's a small matter. We've
been through , it's too formal to say such things." At this moment, he truly considered Song Lin one of his own; anyone who
had been through life and death with him was one of his own.

Hearing the words "through life and death together" warmed Song Lin's heart. He was right; she had truly been through
life and death with him. He could even read her eyes behind her sunglasses. The thrilling scene at the bank,
the image of the two of them under the potted plant, inevitably surfaced in her mind. They had hugged each other, their skin touching. Song Lin remembered
when Zhang Ziwen was about to go out to deal with the bandits, the way he looked at her, secretly smelling her scent and wanting to kiss her. Even
then, how could he still have such thoughts? What a strange man. Thinking of this, Song Lin's face flushed, and her heart beat
a little fast.

Zhang Ziwen, oblivious to the stunning beauty beside him, was engrossed in puffing away at his cigarette, occasionally
exhaling prompted Song Lin, standing nearby, to reach out her slender fingers and poke at the rings. Zhang Ziwen would
poke one after another, causing a ruckus with a mischievous and playful expression. Her beautiful face revealed an innocent expression. This was
a big star? He remembered occasionally watching TV, and those celebrities always acted so arrogantly, trying to look cool all the time.
Looking at her, she didn't seem like a superstar at all. Zhang Ziwen found it unbelievable, deeply feeling that seeing a real
person much better—real . Song Lin, in his eyes, felt incredibly real, no different from the girl next door.

Not long after, Zhang Ziwen's phone rang. "Damn it, get out here! I can't get in at all, the police won't let me in!" came Hai Dafu's exasperated voice from the phone. Zhang Ziwen hung up the phone and told Song Lin to wait there while he went out to pick up his friend. Song Lin nodded , looking at him expectantly, her meaning clear: she wanted him to come back quickly. This look made Zhang Ziwen's heart tremble slightly, a sense of responsibility welling up within him. He smiled at her, telling her not to worry, he would be back as soon as possible. Zhang Ziwen suddenly had a feeling that he was becoming more and more like her family's nanny. He felt a strong protective instinct towards Song Lin, and he was surprised that he had such thoughts. Being her super nanny wouldn't be bad, Zhang Ziwen comforted himself. Leaving the building, Zhang Ziwen reluctantly called Wu Min, briefly explaining that he needed her to notify the security guard to let his friend through. Wu Min didn't say anything, only vaguely saying "I know," before hanging up , seemingly very impatient to hear his voice. Zhang Ziwen could only respond with a wry smile. Upon reaching the entrance, Zhang Ziwen found it packed with people, barely enough room to stand. The noise and chaos continued, with more people pushing and shoving. Had the police not deployed extra officers and set up a cordon, the electric gate would likely have been unable to hold back the surging crowd. Zhang Ziwen finally witnessed the allure of a big star; while others yearned to see him but couldn't , this star was now only befriending him. He couldn't help but feel a little smug and a bit cocky. Approaching the entrance, Zhang Ziwen saw Hai Dafu standing there, sweating profusely and looking exasperated. He couldn't understand how Hai Dafu had managed to squeeze to the door. Upon seeing Zhang Ziwen, Hai Dafu immediately made an obscene gesture, muttering curses. With so many people on the street, he probably couldn't even drive in without a car. Zhang Ziwen . The gatekeeper had obviously received Wu Min's notification. Zhang Ziwen greeted him and let Hai Dafu in. Some of the reporters guarding the door recognized Zhang Ziwen as the one who had led Song Lin out of the bank and started snapping photos of him. The flashes almost blinded Zhang Ziwen. "Hey, why are you taking pictures of me? Looking for a big star, huh? She'll be out soon . Don't block the door, how is she supposed to come out if you block the door?" "She's coming out soon? That's great!" "Really? How did you know?" "Excuse me, what's your relationship with Miss Song Lin? Why are you with her at the bank?" "Yes, sir, what's your relationship with Miss Song Lin? I've never seen you with her before ." "Excuse me, sir, what's your surname? How did you meet Miss Song Lin?" "Have you known Miss Song Lin for a long time? Are you her friend in Zhonghai?" Zhang Ziwen was dizzy from the questions the old reporters at the door were asking. He had heard the word "scandal" before and knew these reporters had ulterior motives. If things went wrong, he would be involved in a scandal with a big star. He didn't care about himself, but he was afraid of embarrassing Song Lin. He didn't want to pay any attention.

Zhang Ziwen, having decided to play a little prank on the veteran reporters, approached the door with a smile and said, "Come on, keep taking pictures
, take as many as you can! I haven't had my picture taken in years, take lots of pictures, will you see it on the front page tomorrow?" He then beckoned Hai Dafu
over, wanting the other veteran reporters to join in the fun. Hai Dafu, with his thick skin, wasn't about to miss an opportunity to shine, and even struck
a pose to cooperate with Zhang Ziwen's prank.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen walk confidently towards them with his playful grin, the reporters
' flashes slowed, only flashing sporadically, each wondering if they were wasting film.

"What did you ask me just now? What's my relationship with Miss Song Lin?" Zhang Ziwen asked with a grin, seeing the reporters
had quieted down.

"Yes, may I ask what your relationship is with her, sir? Can you answer in detail?" one reporter asked.
The other veteran reporters pointed their various cameras at Zhang Ziwen, straining to hear his answer. For a moment,
the doorway became much quieter.

"You mean Song Lin, the big star? Our relationship? Very close, extremely close," Zhang Ziwen said with his usual
grin .

The reporters, hearing him say they had a very close relationship, started flashing their cameras again, but his earlier comment made them
suspicious. He sounded like he didn't know the star well at all. Why such a close relationship? By the time they realized what he meant
, several rolls of film were gone.

"Keep shooting! Why aren't you shooting? I haven't taken enough!" Zhang Ziwen's expression changed, and he urged them seriously
, giving the reporters the impression that he'd never been photographed before and was completely ignorant.

"Sir, could you please continue answering the question?"

"Question?" Zhang Ziwen's expression froze for a moment, then he said with a start, "You mean my
relationship ? I have her posters at home, I know her very well, I see her every day. Today I saw her in person,
she's beautiful, even more beautiful than in the posters! I love her to death!" Zhang Ziwen finished, making clicking
sounds, his expression somewhat infatuated.

This was the "very close relationship" he was talking about? The veteran reporters felt a pang of disappointment; they'd encountered another infatuated movie fan. But
one reporter, still clinging to hope, asked, "You helped Ms. Song Lin out of that predicament at the bank entrance. Can you tell us
what happened between you and her inside the bank? Did you accompany her to the bank?"

"What happened? Oh, you mean inside the bank? Ah, what a pity. It's a pity I was too far away. She was wearing
sunglasses, and I didn't recognize her. If I'd known the thugs were coming, I would have hidden in the VIP room and been with her.
Too bad, too bad I couldn't get in. She only came out when the police arrived. But I really have to thank
you all . If you hadn't surrounded her to interview her, I wouldn't have recognized her. I'm truly grateful to you all." Zhang Ziwen
sighed repeatedly with regret.

It turned out he really was a fan, and a rather devoted one at that. It wasn't surprising that he helped Song Lin out of a predicament at the bank
; it's a perfectly normal act for a fan. The reporters were utterly disappointed. At least they could write about a
fan's chance encounter with their idol at the bank, rescuing him from a media frenzy, and adding that this loyal fan
had been secretly in love with their idol for years, developing a habit of looking at the poster every night before bed to ease their longing.

Seeing the flashbulbs stop and the reporters withdraw their cameras, Zhang Ziwen made
a regretful expression. As he turned to leave, he seemed unable to resist spilling the beans, telling the reporters that the big star
had already finished recording. The confession was coming out soon. If he was lucky enough to come out with a big star, he asked the reporters to take
lots of photos of him with the star. Hearing this good news, the reporters perked up and said no
problem, a few chapters were nothing.

Zhang Ziwen took the plastic bag from Hai Dafu and asked him to drive to the back entrance of the police station. There were probably
reporters there too, but compared to the front entrance, the back entrance should be much easier.

Chapter 72 This loss was too great. Hai

Dafu didn't say anything, just glared at him, meaning, you just know how to mess with me. He
was really confused about what this guy was up to. Could it be that, as the reporters said, this guy really had a relationship with a big star?
He thought about it and realized it was impossible. They were all in the same boat. He himself didn't have such good fortune. Could he have it? Hai Dafu suppressed
the urge to ask Zhang Ziwen for an autograph, lest Zhang Ziwen insult him and make him lose face. He immediately laid out numerous
ways to repay Zhang Ziwen, otherwise he would just leave and definitely wouldn't wait for him at the back door. Zhang Ziwen
had no . After calculating that his so-called demands and extortions were no more than 1,000 yuan, he gave Hai Dafu a sense of psychological
balance. After all, he had troubled the old man in the first place. Seeing Zhang Ziwen reluctantly agree to his extortion, Hai Dafu
patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "I'm only doing this for you because we're brothers. I wouldn't bother with anyone else.
" Zhang Ziwen immediately

collapsed. Back in the police station, he saw Song Lin pacing back and forth, looking bored and helpless.
Even so, her movements were quite elegant. Seeing Zhang Ziwen approach, she
flashed a captivating smile, sweet and charming—no wonder she was considered one of the most charismatic actresses in Asia.
Looking at felt a little dizzy, his heart pounding with temptation. He suppressed his inner
turmoil and handed her the plastic bag containing her clothes, telling her to go to the restroom to change. He needed to make sure she
wasn't recognized when he took her out. "Going out without disguising myself is no good," Song Lin thought. Without a word, she obediently went to the nearby restroom to change.
Zhang

Ziwen lit a cigarette and sat patiently on a chair by the aisle. Soon, Song Lin walked over
, wearing a baseball cap, a casual men's outfit, and white casual shoes. When Zhang Ziwen saw
Song Lin approaching, he thought to himself, "Heavens!" The loose casual clothes didn't hide her shapely figure at all;
instead, they added a unique beauty to her. The men's clothing looked particularly charming on her. Her beautiful eyes under the baseball cap were dark and
lively, making her face even more vivid and lively. The men's clothing suited her perfectly. It was impossible not to attract attention if she went out like this.
Damn it, beautiful women really do look good in anything. She'd be better off not changing at all.

Song Lin walked up to Zhang Ziwen and twirled gracefully, her movements light and elegant. She even asked
if it looked . Zhang Ziwen cursed inwardly, "It looks good, damn it, it looks so good it's killing me! With your looks, it's impossible not to expose yourself
." He bluntly told her to put on her sunglasses, which made Song Lin purse her lips. She didn't even
offer a word , just stared blankly. "What an oblivious girl," he muttered to himself, and reluctantly
took out his sunglasses and put them on.

Zhang Ziwen didn't care whether she was happy or not. He looked her up and down, saying, "No, you
can't go out like this. People will still recognize you."

"Then what should we do? Changing clothes should fool the reporters outside, right?" Song Lin said, but suddenly
noticed a hint of malice in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. She quickly took two steps back and cried out, "No,
you're not allowed to have any bad ideas! Don't even try to get my face dirty, and you're not allowed to touch my clothes either!"

Zhang Ziwen looked at her in surprise, his eyes showing disbelief, as if to say, "How did you know I was going to hit your
face?"

Song Lin showed a smug look, as if to say, "I'm smart. I saw through your
bad intentions at a glance. You won't get away with anything."

Zhang Ziwen understood the meaning in her eyes and gave her a disapproving look. This girl was too clever for her wits.
He had originally intended to play a trick on her, but she saw through him immediately. Who said beautiful women are brainless? This beauty in front of him was not easy to fool. "
So cunning," Zhang Ziwen thought with a sigh. The beautiful women he knew were all incredibly capable.
Even had some skills; she had handled Wu Min's situation perfectly that night at the bar. Not to mention Mu Qing's bizarre
pranks, which he couldn't handle. This one was even more formidable; she knew
what Impressive, Zhang Ziwen could only sigh.

Since he had encountered this beauty-loving person, dirtying her face was definitely not going to work. He had to think of another way. After thinking about it,
he realized he had no choice but to suffer the consequences. After all, he had gotten himself into this mess. Having made up his mind, Zhang Ziwen
walked to Song Lin, his face contorted with a pained expression, and said, "There's only one way. Lie on my back and pretend to be sick, then I'll carry you out
. That should fool the people outside."

Song Lin tilted her head, looking at him. Seeing that he didn't seem to want to take advantage of her, and instead looked quite unwilling,
she felt like she had really met an alien. This guy was not just strange, he was too eccentric. Carry her?
This grown man wasn't even willing to carry her? If she wanted someone
to carry her, there would probably be a line dozens of kilometers long outside. This was an opportunity that people outside would only dream of. Humph, this guy was actually unwilling. Others couldn't even
get close to , and he was still making a face. She was truly speechless.

Seeing her tilting her head and staring at him without speaking or giving any indication, Zhang Ziwen couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
He couldn't help but urge her, "So? Do you want me to carry you or not? If you don't say anything , I'll change my mind."

Song Lin smiled sweetly at him, "Carry me? Of course I'll carry you. This was your idea,
so you can't go back on your word. Turn around, or how can I get on your back?" Her smile was sweet, but her eyes held a hint of mischief
.

Zhang Ziwen turned around helplessly, lowering his body slightly. He cursed himself for
coming up with this terrible idea instead of a good one. Now, she wouldn't even let him change his mind. She seemed to be enjoying it. Zhang Ziwen had a strong
feeling that she had taken advantage of him.

Song Lin supported herself on his shoulders, her delicate body leaping up lightly, making soft moaning sounds. She
had already sprawled on Zhang Ziwen's blanket, patting his chest gently with her hand, and breathing softly into his ear,
telling him that it was ready and he could get up.

Zhang Ziwen carried her on his back, cushioning her weight. Thankfully, she wasn't too heavy. He breathed a sigh of relief; this wasn't a huge
loss. If he had been carrying a fat woman, he would have been at a much greater disadvantage.

Zhang Ziwen carried Song Lin to the back door. Sure enough, unlike the main entrance which was packed with people, there were only about a hundred
or so people here, including about ten reporters. It seemed that the bombshell he dropped at the main entrance had worked; some
reporters had probably been notified by their colleagues and had already gone to the front door to wait.

Hai Dafu's car wasn't far away. Seeing him walk to the back door, he quickly waved. Zhang Ziwen hurried
towards where he had parked. As soon as he stepped out of the back door, he felt Song Lin tighten her grip on him, burying her face in his right neck.
Her soft lips and delicate nose pressed tightly against his neck, and he could feel the warm breath from her mouth and nose. It tickled him, and
Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but move his neck. This movement displeased the beauty on his back, who quietly pinched his chest
, signaling him not to move. The pinch wasn't hard, but Zhang Ziwen still couldn't take it. That area was too sensitive. Damn it, she
pinched right on his nipple. Zhang Ziwen was very indignant. Why do women like this kind of thing? If they don't bite, they just pinch. Is it that
satisfying ? Unconvinced, she subtly moved her hand up from the back of her thigh, then without making a sound,
pinched her buttocks hard. This was ruthless and satisfying. Zhang Ziwen felt a hot breath on his neck. He guessed that
the beauty on his back wanted to cry out but was afraid of being exposed, so she held back her voice. But the beauty's revenge was intense. Not only did
her hand move, but her warm little mouth also reacted, biting his neck. Zhang Ziwen felt
pain as multiple parts of his body were attacked: two times on his chest, one time on his neck, and several kicks on his thighs.
Zhang dared not retaliate. He quickened his pace toward Hai Dafu's car, calling out from afar to him to open the car door quickly, so he
could throw this troublesome girl into the car as soon as possible.

Fortunately, when Zhang Ziwen carried the big star past the reporters, he didn't attract much attention. Song Lin was too eye-catching;
the reporters recognized her immediately. Song Lin, perched on Zhang Ziwen's back, was well hidden. These reporters
would never have expected the famous innocent beauty to emerge on a man's back; it didn't make logical sense. Song Lin
had taken a huge gamble. If these reporters had discovered it, it would have been huge news: an innocent beauty escaping with the help of her lover
. The headline would be ambiguous and eye-catching, with photographic evidence. This news would be substantial, and Zhang Ziwen
would be infamous overnight. He'd be either ruined by the stench or consumed by jealousy. Taking advantage of an innocent beauty,
being her lover—it's no wonder he'd be sullied.

In a few quick steps, Zhang Ziwen's gag was loosened, but those little devilish hands wouldn't let go,
twisting him relentlessly. Zhang Ziwen forced himself to endure it, rushing to Hai Dafu's car. With his back to the car
, he placed Song Lin inside. The moment she let go, he turned around and gave her a sharp slap on her buttocks,
then gently grabbed her resisting legs to prevent further injury to his lower body, before pushing her further inside.
He climbed into the car himself, quickly locking and unlocking the doors and windows with swift, clean movements. When Song Lin
sat up, her face flushed and sullen, glaring at him, he already had a brightly lit cigarette dangling from his mouth,
puffing away contentedly. Song Lin reached out to snatch the cigarette from his mouth, but failed each time.
She tried again, but Zhang Ziwen completely ignored her, deftly dodging her attacks. This infuriated the famous actress Song Lin, who was now even more furious.
He was at a loss, wanting to punch him a couple of times, but he was too embarrassed to do it in front of the composed Zhang Ziwen.
He could make small movements on his back, but in front of him, he felt he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had some status, after all;
how could he act like a little girl and lay a hand on him?

Hai Dafu had finished watching the
show
. He had already recognized that Song Lin, who was wearing sunglasses, was a woman, but he hadn't realized that the person sitting in the back of his car was the superstar he had been dreaming about and idolizing. He hadn't disturbed the two of them as they were having fun, and had been sitting in the front watching the show with a smile. Now that they had finished
, he said with a grin, "Finished? You two are done bickering? Where should we go now?" As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the back
blushed . His words were a bit too ambiguous, especially Song Lin, who was almost dying of embarrassment. Although her actions
were unintentional and had a bit of a playful, teasing element, to outsiders they did indeed have a flirtatious feel to them.

Zhang Ziwen awkwardly laughed and cursed at Hai Dafu, "Shut your bird mouth and drive your car!"
He shut Hai Dafu up, then turned to Song Lin and asked, "By the way, where to? Tell us a place, and we'll
take you there right away."

Song Lin thought for a moment and shook her head, saying, "I haven't decided yet. Can we leave here first?" Her identity
had been , and the media could easily find out which hotel she was staying at. There were definitely reporters waiting at the hotel right now.
She couldn't go to the parking lot, and she didn't have her car keys; she wouldn't be able to drive it anyway. She couldn't think of anywhere to go, so she
could only leave first.

Zhang Ziwen thought for a moment and easily guessed her situation. He sighed inwardly, thinking that being a celebrity was tough, with no
privacy . He figured going back to her place wouldn't be peaceful. He then said to Hai Dafu, "Okay, buddy
, I won't bother you today. Drive your car to the Xin'ao Group parking lot in Haidong District. My car's there; you
can ."

"Damn it, when did you become a car owner? You didn't even tell me!"

"Alright, I'll tell you another day. Let's go, staying here isn't a good idea." After saying this, Zhang Ziwen
thought to himself, "Do you think it's easy for me to be a car owner? It's incredibly difficult."

Hai Dafu dropped the two off at the Xin'ao Group's underground parking lot. He was too busy to linger, but before leaving
, he reminded Zhang Ziwen not to forget the task he had arranged for him and to make time to fulfill it.

Zhang Ziwen took Song Lin to his Passat and sat in the car, wondering where to go. Just then, his stomach
rumbled unpleasantly. He was hungry. It was almost dark, and Zhang Ziwen realized he hadn't eaten all day.
The stomach churning made him feel embarrassed and hungry. Eating out didn't seem practical. What should he do?

Seeing his furrowed brows, Song Lin knew what the problem was and felt a little guilty. After thinking for a moment, she
said softly, "Is it convenient to go to your place? If it's convenient, you can buy some food at the supermarket later, and I'll cook for you."

"Going to my place is great, there's no problem at all. But can you cook? If not, I'll just buy some instant noodles
to save you the trouble." Zhang Ziwen didn't object to taking her home; he had been wanting to go back to his own place for a while. However, he
was a little skeptical that a big star like her could cook. Aren't big stars usually waited on hand and foot?

"Don't underestimate me. My cooking is incredibly delicious. You're lucky you have the nerve to believe me. I never cook for
anyone else ." Song Lin said confidently.

"Alright, keep bragging. Don't exaggerate." Zhang Ziwen teased her and started the car.

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