The City Hunter (Complete) - Chapter 33

Chapter 217 Looking Back

"...You don't think I wronged you now? You don't deny it?" Wu Min was still a little skeptical, her beautiful eyes
fixed on him, wanting to see what kind of expression he had.

Zhang Ziwen gently shook his head, saying dejectedly, "...What you said is all true...
there's nothing to deny..."

Ha, it's true, she won! Wu Min almost burst out laughing. Her gloomy mood vanished instantly. She could tell
that this guy's expression wasn't faked; he was dejected and frustrated, completely unlike his former arrogant self. She was just
a little puzzled . This guy had always been so arrogant in front of her, why had he suddenly changed like this? Wu Min
couldn't figure it out for a moment, and she didn't want to think about it too much now. She only knew one thing: at least for tonight, she had completely
suppressed this arrogant guy...

"As long as you don't deny it, that's fine. What you said earlier about not holding a grudge against me is also easy to do. Just
be honest and don't try anything funny." A hint of a smile appeared in Wu Min's beautiful eyes.
It was really hard to see this guy be honest, but now a miracle seemed to have happened.

Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly and said, "...Am I really that dishonest in front of you?"

"What do you think?" Wu Min asked back, thinking to herself, when have you ever been honest in front of me?

"Fine... I promise you, I won't provoke you anymore, okay?" Zhang Ziwen sighed helplessly in his heart.
He finally understood how bad his impression on Wu Min was.

"That's more like it. As long as you don't make me angry, and if this cooperation goes well, maybe I'll forgive your previous
rudeness to me." Seeing his low spirits, Wu Min softened her stance slightly. She didn't know why, but once
Zhang Ziwen softened, she couldn't bring herself to fight him anymore.

Zhang Ziwen smiled bitterly. His image had already been overturned; he had nothing to say. Now, everything was
up to her…

It was late at night, and the three cars slowly pulled up to the banks of the Hongpu River. A thin mist shrouded the riverbank. A
few soft clicks from the car doors, and six bodyguards and Zhang Ziwen got out. The cold wind of the night was exceptionally biting. At this
hour, not a soul could be seen on the riverbank; only a faint light could be seen on the distant dock.
A cold wind blew in, chilling him to the bone. Zhang Ziwen turned up the collar of his coat. The cold wind could both sober
and calm him. Zhang Ziwen liked to clear his head in the cold night wind. He didn't want to go back to his
warm home right now; he was in a bad mood. He wanted to feel the wind by the lonely, chilly riverbank, hoping it could
soothe his troubled mind…

Zhang Ziwen strolled slowly along the riverbank, his bodyguards following silently. They could
sense his depressed mood. All they could do was faithfully perform their duties,
following him wherever he went…

Not far, Zhang Ziwen found a clean bench and sat down. He took out a cigarette, lit it
, and took a deep drag in the cold night wind, exhaling the smoke that swirled
in . He quickly disappeared into the night...

Zhang Ziwen's deep eyes gazed at the mist-shrouded river, staring fixedly. No one
knew what he was looking at, or what he was thinking. No one dared to disturb his tranquility at this moment. His
loyal and ruthless bodyguards stood in position around him. The six black figures were like motionless stone sculptures, seemingly
blending into the desolate night.

The cigarette quickly burned out. Zhang Ziwen flicked his finger, and a streak of light traced a brilliant
arc before falling into the Hongpu River. He let out a soft sigh of relief. His mood had gradually calmed down.
The turmoil and frustration he had shared with Wu Min seemed to have flowed into the Hongpu River with the cigarette butt. Before coming to the riverbank, he didn't understand
why he had such a bad mood, but now he had grasped the root of his turmoil, and that root
was related to the arrogant Wu Min.

In Zhang Ziwen's heart, he always believed he had achieved something, and he always thought he
had won over Wu Min. He wanted to tell her that her previous hostility and contempt towards him were wrong; he
wasn't a thug or a troublemaker, but a good young man with ideals and ambitions,
not scum she saw him as.

Wu Min was the first beautiful stranger Zhang Ziwen encountered after returning to the city. As a passionate young man,
he never denied liking beautiful women, and Wu Min's first impression of him could be described as stunning,
especially when she first captured him and saw him naked.
The moment her beautiful face flushed with shyness, her image of blushing and annoyance, was deeply imprinted in Zhang Ziwen's mind. He even
dreamed of her in his cell in the detention center—a vivid dream, truly unforgettable…

The first time she interrogated him, Zhang Ziwen was also because of her captivating beauty… Distracted, he was drawn to her. He loved her aloof and
beautiful face, her captivating eyes, and
the , he even managed to steal a glimpse of her full, firm breasts…

At that moment, Zhang Ziwen knew perfectly well that he was unworthy of the successful and beautiful policewoman. She was merely
a small dream, an object of his fantasies. He had shamelessly fantasized about having Wu Min nestled in his
arms . Every man has such fantasies; who wouldn't want such a beautiful woman
to be beneath them?

But fantasies are always shattered by cruel reality. Wu Min's first impression of Zhang Ziwen was extremely negative.
How could a senior inspector of the police force possibly be interested in a client she had personally arrested? The misunderstanding started in that
instant , and the confrontation between Zhang Ziwen and Wu Min began at that moment. He couldn't tolerate the mocking
and contemptuous look Wu Min gave him. If Zhang Ziwen were just a thug, it wouldn't have mattered, but he wasn't. Zhang Ziwen once
had pride; he had simply lost his way at that time.

One misunderstanding after another followed. When Zhang Ziwen fell into Wu Min's hands for the second time, he was
deeply hurt. This damned brat had actually dug up his confidential files, reopening
a wound he never wanted to touch. What was even more infuriating was that this damned brat recited his achievements with disdain and disbelief
. Zhang Ziwen was deeply wounded. He hated this heartless girl. He wanted to provoke her; he wanted to fight this cold-hearted girl for his
dignity . His method was to retaliate with contempt. His former liking had turned
into extreme disgust. He wanted to push Wu Min to her limits.

Why did things turn out this way between him and Wu Min? Zhang Ziwen reflected on the root cause. Why was he so bothered by her
disdain and contempt? He could vaguely sense his own inner turmoil. Back then, he
was truly pathetic, a jobless youth who spent his days with a bunch of scoundrels,
whistling at pretty girls on the street during the day and flirting with ordinary women in bars at night—no different from a hoodlum. Wu
Min's extreme disgust for him was perfectly justified.

Meeting Wu Min was the root of Zhang Ziwen's change in mindset. At that time, he desperately wanted to prove himself.
To prove he was a man with lofty ambitions, that he deserved status and position, that he deserved money
and a good life, that he deserved to pursue the beautiful women he liked. He didn't want to face Wu Min's strange
gaze. Meeting the gentle and beautiful Tang Shu gave him the motivation to improve, to say goodbye to his decadent and aimless
life. From the moment he joined Mu Qing's company, he had been working very hard. To prove himself, he endured all
the humiliation , quietly striving forward. All this effort was to hold his head high in front of Wu Min,
to retaliate against her prejudice. This desire to retaliate existed even before their relationship soured. He believed he was
now qualified to boast in front of her, to make it clear to her that he was a completely
different . He was now a wealthy tycoon, a celebrity, a tough yet tender-hearted man, and surrounded
by more than one outstanding woman. He could proudly declare to Wu Min, "So what if you're beautiful?
There are many more outstanding than you." He desperately wanted to crush her arrogance and prejudice. He had shamelessly considered
saying to her, "You're nothing compared to me. So what if you're the mayor's daughter?" He still ignored her...
All

of this was driven by pride, all because he cared too much about Wu Min.
Zhang Ziwen 's mind was exceptionally clear at this moment. In the cold river wind, he understood his own
thoughts very clearly. He was truly a petty and narrow-minded man. Why had he been so obsessed with taking revenge on Wu Min?
Wasn't it to get her attention, to gain her admiring gaze? He wanted to
reap the rewards he deserved for all his hard work. His ultimate goal was to make her kneel at his feet, to truly
possess her...

Things kept going in the opposite direction. Zhang Ziwen's attempt to prove his achievements not only failed,
but also proved that he was even more despicable in her eyes—a hooligan, a scoundrel, and a big pervert.
After all he was still the same person from beginning to end. Wu Min's blow to him tonight went straight to the depths of his soul.
Wasn't he exactly the kind of person she described? The facts were undeniable.

The flame flickered again, and Zhang Ziwen lit a second cigarette. As the smoke dissipated, he laughed self-deprecatingly.
He finally understood what kind of person he was: a childish man, a selfish man, a very
immature man. Wu Min's contempt and disdain for him would continue. It seemed that he could never escape this
circle. Was it even worth caring about this now? Thinking this, Zhang Ziwen shook his head slightly. It was unnecessary
. There was no need to prove anything to Wu Min anymore, and no need to continue caring. Let nature take its course.
Perhaps one day she would truly understand him. As for whether that day would come, he didn't intend to think about it anymore
…

The cold night wind seemed to have stopped, and a sliver of silver light appeared in the dark sky.
The crescent moon, hidden deep in the dark clouds, revealed half a hook, and a gentle silver glow softly fell upon Zhang Ziwen. Sitting quietly on the bench,
he was very quiet, but his thoughts were very active. Time seemed to be flowing backward; his thoughts returned to the army,
to when he first joined, to when he was selected by the elite naval forces, to the years when he paid
a heavy price…

June 2004—this was Zhang Ziwen's most triumphant month. He had been recommended by the army
to study at the Naval Academy, only needing to endure three… In a year, he would officially become the youngest naval
officer . His soldier's uniform would be replaced with a petty officer's uniform, and even the brim of his peaked cap would have a silver-gray
wheat tassel representing his rank. At that time, he was truly riding high. His life was full of aspirations and hopes. He
believed that as long as he worked hard, decades later, the wheat tassel on his cap might very well turn golden, and
his black, starless petty officer's shoulder insignia might even have one or two golden dots. He knew very well
what being recommended to the naval academy meant: it meant a bright future, it meant a glorious future...

Life at the academy was fulfilling and enjoyable, with all the military... For Zhang Ziwen, a natural-born soldier, the course
was a piece of cake. In just one month of training, he demonstrated his extraordinary talent, achieving excellent grades and
excelling in all subjects. He quickly became a top student at the naval academy. In the military, as long as you have the ability, you will definitely be
valued. At that time, it was impossible for Zhang Ziwen not to stand out. His brilliant achievements in the Marine Corps quickly
spread throughout the naval academy. His legendary sniping record, which the military has yet to break, his ultimate sniping infiltration
in the Sahara Desert , his jungle warfare in the Democratic Republic of Congo, his night raid on smuggling ships, his destruction of terrorist bases in Syria,
his series of bombings at the East Turkestan branch in Lebanon, and his solo operation to take down the pirate
strongholds . Teaming up with the old captain to fight against the illegal mercenary group that had invaded Chinese waters, he ultimately destroyed the
illegal mercenary base in Rwanda. With numerous battle achievements,
he was the pride of the Navy's top man. With this series of brilliant achievements, he was undoubtedly the number one figure in the naval academy. All the future officers in the academy knew that Zhang Ziwen's
rise to prominence was not far away. At that time, he was definitely a key figure in the Navy's training program, and the military would not mistreat a
meritorious soldier with outstanding achievements...

No one would believe that such a promising person would be discharged from the military in just over a month
, but this kind of thing happened to Zhang Ziwen. That unbearable day flashed into Zhang Ziwen
's mind...

Chapter 218 Violent Law Enforcement

In July 2004, Zhang Ziwen had just been in military academy for one month and ten days. It happened to be a weekend, and the
weather was unusually hot. The sun was blazing, and the asphalt road outside the naval academy seemed to be steaming.
Zhang Ziwen had been granted two days off by his superiors. For him, a holiday meant enjoying delicious food and ice-cold
beer, it meant he could go to that cozy little flower shop again, and it meant he could see the gentle beauty of nature again.
The presence of Li Xiu meant he would receive her meticulous care…

Everything was exactly as Zhang Ziwen had imagined. Knowing he would be going to the flower shop today, Li Xiu had prepared
everything for him: several of her signature cold dishes, a dozen chilled beers. Li Xiu, who never drank, even kept him company for a few drinks.
With such a beautiful woman before him, and Zhang Ziwen feeling quite pleased with himself, he drank heartily. A dozen beers were enough to make him
lie down, sleeping soundly on Li Xiu's warm and comfortable bed until evening. Dinner was a special
vegetable porridge that Li Xiu had cooked for him. She was very considerate and thoughtful, knowing that porridge was good for the stomach of someone who had drunk too much.

The porridge was delicious, but Zhang Ziwen sensed something was off about Li Xiu's expression. Her eyes were red, as if she
had been crying . What was wrong? Zhang Ziwen couldn't get a clear answer; Li Xiu refused to answer any of his questions.

She tried hard to hide her emotions, but no matter how she tried, a faint sadness lingered in her smile
. Zhang Ziwen could sense that something must have happened at the flower shop while he was asleep. He had
noticed something unusual: not a single flower was in the shop, and even the large
flower was gone. A few petals lay scattered on the ground, unswept. Something was definitely
wrong, Zhang Ziwen concluded.

"Where are the flowers?" Zhang Ziwen asked, frowning.

"Sold...sold out. Business was good today; a big customer bought them all." Li Xiu's smile was a little
unnatural .

"What about the flower stand? Bought it too?" Zhang Ziwen could tell she was lying at a glance.

"It's broken...I called someone to fix it." Li Xiu tried to act nonchalant.

"Sister Xiu, there's no point in hiding things from me. Is someone causing trouble at the flower shop?" Zhang Ziwen
gazed into Li Xiu's beautiful eyes.

"...How could that be? Don't overthink it." Li Xiu gave him a reassuring smile and said softly, "Business
ended early today. I'll go shopping with my sister later. Let's buy some things on the street."

Zhang Ziwen, seeing he couldn't get anything out of her, smiled and nodded. He knew Li Xiu intended to keep it a secret, but he
wasn't worried at all, because proving what happened at the flower shop was too easy.

While Li Xiu went into the kitchen to clean up, Zhang Ziwen made an excuse to go out and buy cigarettes. After wandering around,
Zhang Ziwen had already figured out the truth. The city management officers, these city management personnel under the guise of cleaning up the city's appearance
, had really made a name for themselves today. It wasn't just Li Xiu's family that suffered; almost all the shops on this street had been cleaned up. Anything that
slightly affected the city's appearance was confiscated, leaving the whole street in a mess, with broken and smashed items everywhere.
Zhang Ziwen had no objection to the city management officers cleaning up the city, after all, it was for the good of the city's construction, but the experience of an
elderly couple angered Zhang Ziwen. The couple's shop was very small. Every evening, they set up
two tables outside their stall, which was a violation of regulations.

The urban management officers confiscated the items and issued fines, but their methods were appalling.
The elderly couple, who made a living from their small noodle stall, didn't say anything. The honest old man simply begged to
keep the two tattered tables, but the officers considered it obstruction of official duties.
The couple beaten by several officers over two broken tables.
How could a 70-year-old withstand such treatment? Zhang Ziwen learned from a neighbor that the couple was still in the hospital, and it was unknown
whether they would survive. And this wasn't an isolated incident. A
pregnant woman from a rural area selling fruit on a tricycle suffered an even more tragic fate. Her fruit cart was confiscated, and tragically, her seven-month-old pregnancy
ended in miscarriage after being beaten in the street, again for obstructing official duties.

Is this what urban management enforcement is like? Is this how tyrannical law enforcement works? Zhang Ziwen was furious. He didn't know
how faced these ruthless urban management officers, but he could imagine the humiliation she had suffered.
A rather attractive woman selling goods was forcibly dragged into
a car What did this "education" mean? Perhaps not rape, but molestation was almost certain.
He learned from passersby that when the woman struggled, her clothes were torn to shreds by the officers,
her underwear exposed in broad daylight—a tremendous insult to a woman.

Had Li Xiu been insulted by the officers? Filled with anger, Zhang Ziwen asked nearby people. The answer reassured him
somewhat . Perhaps fearing to disturb the hot-blooded young man, Li Xiu had cooperated fully. The officers took
and smashed things as they pleased, and Li Xiu remained silent throughout. After the so-called enforcement,
she quickly cleaned up the mess, knowing that if Zhang Ziwen found out, things would escalate. She didn't want her situation to
implicate Zhang Ziwen, who was already in naval academy.

Even with her compliant cooperation, Li Xiu couldn't escape being teased a little. Her beauty didn't shield her
from the verbal harassment of the law enforcement officers. Before leaving, they threw out a blatant statement: if she wanted to retrieve
her belongings from the flower shop, she could come to the West City Urban Management Enforcement Team that evening. They
said if she had a good attitude, she could avoid paying a fine. These words were as clear as day—could a good attitude really avoid a fine? Hearing the onlookers' comments,
Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of anger and decided to go see for himself whether a good attitude could really get his things back.

Back at the shop, Zhang Ziwen said goodbye to Li Xiu, using the excuse of an urgent mission to return to his unit. Facing
Li Xiu's reluctant gaze, Zhang Ziwen was determined to get everything she had lost back. He already
had countless ways to demand it back, and he decided to show these urban management officers that not everyone is so
submissive in the face of violence.

Li Xiu accompanied him to the street corner. Only after Zhang Ziwen's repeated urging did Li Xiu reluctantly
part ways . This parting would forever be a regret in her heart; she could never have imagined that she would never see
Zhang Ziwen, the man she deeply loved, again…

The western part of the city was a bustling commercial district, its night market exceptionally vibrant, right in front of the city management brigade. A row of vendors stretched as far as the eye
could see , a chaotic mix of goods, all sold with unbridled confidence.
Here, no one worried about being raided or fined. Rules were made by people; as long as the fee was paid, there were
no issues of affecting the city's appearance. Even if the streets were full of garbage and so filthy you couldn't walk, it was perfectly legal.

Zhang Ziwen leisurely walked into the enforcement brigade. The city management officers were still on duty;
two large trucks from a moving company were piled high with goods. A group of movers were busily unloading the trucks.
Today's enforcement work was quite fruitful. Various kinds of fruit had fallen from the ground and no one had bothered to pick them up. Were they just
going to rot in the warehouse? Or be thrown into the garbage dump outside the city? Zhang Ziwen quickly dismissed this idea because
he saw flowers. Several female urban management officers were carrying bouquets of flowers, preparing to leave work. Zhang Ziwen
knew without guessing that these flowers came from Li Xiu's small flower shop.

"Who are you looking for?" A bespectacled urban management officer in a gray uniform approached Zhang Ziwen.

*Look at that uniform! It looks almost like a Nazi uniform from World War II! Even
the hats are the same style.* A hint of disdain flashed in Zhang Ziwen's eyes. Damn it. No wonder they're so arrogant.
What's the difference between these guys and the Nazis?

"Hey, I'm asking you a question. Who are you looking for? Are you mute?" The bespectacled officer noticed
the unfriendly . His tone became very unfriendly as well.

"I'm looking for your leader, hehe, I need his help with something." Zhang Ziwen replied with a smile.
He hadn't met the person in charge yet, so it wasn't the time to turn hostile.

"Looking for our captain? What's wrong?" The city management officer scrutinized Zhang Ziwen; his face was dark, but he looked very sharp,
somewhat like a soldier.

"Hehe…it's a small matter. Could you please take me to see him? There's something in it for me." Zhang Ziwen chuckled, trying to entice
him

. "Something in it for me?" The man with glasses was skeptical; the words were tempting.

"That's right, lots of things. You'll see when you take me to your captain." Zhang Ziwen grinned slyly and offered
the man with glasses a cigarette.

Glasses smiled and accepted the cigarette Zhang Ziwen offered as a gesture of goodwill. With benefits in hand, things were easier. Soon,
Zhang Ziwen was led to a large conference room. Pushing open the door, he found it quite lively inside. A group of men in gray uniforms
were sprawled on the sofas, excitedly discussing something, each with a cigarette dangling from their lips. The room was filled with
smoke and the air was foul. Zhang Ziwen glanced around; including Glasses, there were 13 people—a rather auspicious number
.

Upon seeing a stranger enter, everyone stopped talking and turned to look at Zhang Ziwen. Perhaps
these men were used to being casual; even with a stranger, they didn't change their lounging positions, continuing to smoke, their blatant stares
quite brazen.

"Captain, he said he's looking for you," Glasses said, directly leading Zhang Ziwen to a ruddy-faced, rather
imposing captain.

Zhang Ziwen was standing, while the red-faced captain tilted his head back and asked with an "Oh," "Looking for me?
What do you want?"

"Hehe, I'm here to receive some education," Zhang Ziwen said with a smile.

"Education? What education?" The red-faced captain was a little confused.

"That's right, I'm here today to correct my attitude and, incidentally, to get some things back." Zhang Ziwen grinned
, his eyes fixed on him.

The red-faced captain leaned back, crossed his legs, and asked casually, "Get things back? Where are you from?
What do you want?" He already understood Zhang Ziwen's purpose; he guessed he was some kind of vendor.

"Flower stands and flowers, hehe, didn't you confiscate quite a few today? I'm here to apologize and get them
back. Pretty convincing, right?" Zhang Ziwen's pupils contracted; this guy's arrogance was outrageous.

"Apologizing probably won't work, will it? You'll have to fine me..." The red-faced captain seemed to have spotted a fat sheep.

"Okay... name your price, how much do you think I should be fined for?" Zhang Ziwen smiled.

"...The fine isn't the point; she also needs to be educated. Didn't I tell that woman to come in person? Hehe, isn't she
too embarrassed to come see me? Hehe..." The red-faced captain had a good memory and quickly thought of the beautiful Li Xiu.

"Sure, education is fine too. Here I am, receiving education!" Zhang Ziwen chuckled,
his muscles tense.

"Hehe...that won't do. That woman has to come in person for education. Hehe, too bad you're not one...
" A lewd smile appeared in the red-faced captain's eyes. He then asked, "By the way,
what's your relationship to that flower shop owner?"

"Who I am isn't important. Education is the same for everyone, right?" Zhang Ziwen's smile
turned sinister.

"Hehe...that's different. You and that pretty female owner are completely different...go back
and call her here, hehe...a good attitude will get you anything." The red-faced captain's smile became wicked.

"So what constitutes a good attitude? I'll talk to her about it when I get back, so she'll be prepared." Zhang Ziwen
's patience had reached its limit; his smile was utterly lewd.

"She should understand what I mean...hehe...I believe someone as beautiful as her
can't be I don't like stupid women." The red-faced captain's words grew increasingly audacious, his smile becoming extremely
ambiguous.

Zhang Ziwen stared at the red-faced captain: Stupid woman? Are you kidding me? Understand what you, you pig-headed
idiot, mean?! Zhang Ziwen already knew there was no need to waste any more breath on this red-faced pig.

As soon as Zhang Ziwen finished speaking,
a commotion. Everyone in the meeting room stood up to look. They were indeed well-trained; several of them were probably
former soldiers. Zhang Ziwen glanced at the three fastest to step forward; their swift movements clearly indicated they had received training
.

Zhang Ziwen didn't move, his eyes locked on the red-faced captain before him. He noticed the captain's face had turned
blue ; Zhang Ziwen's earlier mockery had instantly changed his expression…

Chapter 219 The Unregistered Individual

Zhang Ziwen remained motionless, his expression cold and stern. The cold glint in his eyes was fixed only on the blue-faced captain,
ignoring the surrounding city management officers. He was waiting. A peaceful resolution tonight was impossible, and he had no
intention of letting these domineering city management officers go unpunished. But he needed to strike back, to have these men's fists
land on him.

"You fucking looking for trouble, aren't you? Tired of living?" The blue-faced captain sensed Zhang Ziwen's composure.

"You fucking bastard, you're the one who's tired of living," Zhang Ziwen sneered, trying to provoke him.
Attacking first was clearly unwise; he knew he needed a legitimate reason for self-defense to escape unscathed.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Ziwen immediately felt his shoulder blades being locked by two city management officers, the blows quite heavy.
Zhang Ziwen smiled coldly; the muscles in his shoulder blades were now as hard as iron, protecting his shoulder blades and collarbones. The city management officers couldn't hurt him.

"Captain, why say so much? Just cripple this kid."
One

of the city management officers, who had Zhang Ziwen's shoulder locked, spoke in a chilling voice. Before his accomplice could finish speaking, another officer slapped Zhang Ziwen hard on the head with a loud "smack," shouting
, "Kneel down! How dare you cause trouble here!"

Zhang Ziwen didn't move, his eyes still fixed on the city management captain in front of him. The blow to the head was just
a tickle , but that was the effect he wanted. Zhang Ziwen's eyes turned cruel.

The unsuspecting blue-faced captain, seeing that Zhang Ziwen was under control, sneered, "Heh heh... hang this
kid up and give him a good beating. Damn it, you guys go and grab the woman from the flower shop. She
dared to incite trouble; she needs to be taught a lesson..."

The blue-faced captain finished speaking, a lewd glint in his eyes.

At the captain's order, several officers immediately rushed towards the door. Hearing about getting a beautiful woman, these guys were all
eager to go first.

Just as the team members rushed to the door, suddenly, their vision blurred. A dark figure, swift as lightning, blocked
their path. When they recognized the figure, they froze, stunned. It was Zhang Ziwen! Had they seen a ghost? The team members saw Zhang Ziwen's
cold eyes and a cruel smile on his lips. The two officers who had grabbed Zhang Ziwen
stared blankly at their hands; they had only felt their hands slip and he had vanished. It was too fast; the two officers hadn't even had time to react.

"Quick! Grab that kid!" the captain shouted swiftly.

One officer responded and rushed forward. His chance to earn merit had arrived. He was fast enough, but his misfortune was equally swift.
With a flash of movement, Zhang Ziwen twisted to the side, and a cracking sound of bone breaking rang
out. The officer at the front was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the coffee table with a thud.

"...This guy's tough. Grab your weapons!" someone shouted, and several quick-reacting city management officers
drew their batons and charged at Zhang Ziwen. These officers were clearly well-trained; their movements were swift.
Zhang Ziwen moved with lightning speed, launching his attack. Close-quarters combat, wrist grab, shoulder throw—
one , wrist grab, bone dislocation—the sound of cracking bones echoed. In the blink of an eye, two officers were down
. While the batons still tumbled through the air, Zhang Ziwen had already engaged the third officer, delivering two lightning-fast elbow and knee strikes.
The crisp sound of bones cracking rang out, blood spurted from the officer's mouth, and with two soft thuds, the baton
fell to the ground—the speed was incredible.

Zhang Ziwen continued his actions. The dispersed encirclement by the urban management officers had no effect on his individual elimination efforts.
The large conference room now seemed like a small one; wherever Zhang Ziwen moved, the sounds of cracking bones and screams of agony could be heard.
The noise alerted the urban management officers outside. Accustomed to tyranny, these officers seemed to know only suppression and
attack. Upon seeing someone causing trouble, they immediately rushed into the conference room. People poured in one after another. Zhang Ziwen was overjoyed.
Everywhere he looked, there were gray uniforms and arrogant faces. They all saw him as a sheep, surrounded by wolves.
The lead sheep deliberately clung to the pack of wolves, using its hands and feet to flick and pounce, its slippery body slicing up one after another.
Several batons flew through the air above the conference room, accompanied by screams of agony and the cracking of bones.
The city management in thought the sheep had been torn apart and kept pushing into the crowd.
When they felt something suddenly press against the ground, the batons in their hands started flying into the air against their will. Then came a piercing pain as
their wrists , knees, and sternums burst open one after another. Amidst the cracking sounds, a string of people had already fallen behind Zhang Ziwen.

Chaos, noise, and crowding filled the room. The ground floor was a mess, and the crowd seemed to be growing larger. With slippery
movements and nimble close-quarters combat, Zhang Ziwen's shovel-like figure darted into the throng.
Once was caught, it was immediately flung away, followed by a series of thuds of flesh hitting flesh. Several gray figures
flew out in all directions. There were so many people that the force of their flight knocked several people down. Sheep darted about, wolves
flew through the air. At this moment, Zhang Ziwen displayed his learned fighting skills to the fullest. He had now become a fighting machine,
incredibly powerful. Several police batons flew away inexplicably as soon as they touched his body. Everything
was flying in the conference room: batons, glasses, teeth, hats, human bodies, mixed with screams of agony, the crisp cracking of bones, and the heavy
thuds of falling. The scene was spectacular and bizarre, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

The number of gray bodies on the ground increased, making it impossible to find a foothold. Zhang Ziwen
moved , his eyes flashing with a sharp, cold light. His lips were tightly closed, and he didn't utter a sound from beginning to end. His fists and palms flew,
and he only focused on the silent movements. His body was bursting with boundless energy. His eyes were bloodshot, and all he could see was gray
. Gray represented the enemy. He just kept rushing into the gray mass, his arms and fists always
about two feet in front of him. Small movements unleashed astonishing power. He
calculated space and distance with extreme precision. Steady, accurate, ruthless, and unerring attacks were launched at the gray figures, and he was invincible. The conference room had
become a battlefield, and the gray mass was getting smaller and smaller. Zhang Ziwen's figure filtered into the mass and instantly
scattered. Now, only a few gray figures remained, trembling. These few remaining wolves could finally
see the scene before them clearly. The dense mass of figures from a few minutes ago had disappeared. The conference room was suddenly open, and the ground was full of
gray human bodies, curled up, trembling, and convulsing. A painful groan escaped.

Someone crawled under the table; it was the ringleader. Zhang Ziwen's peripheral vision remained fixed on the blue-faced captain, who had never
left his line of sight. The blue-faced captain, however, was already terrified by the brutal scene, his
face turning deathly pale, becoming the white-faced captain. This guy was the ringleader; he had dealt with the henchmen. For this kind of primary scum,
Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of murderous intent, and his body swept forward like the wind.

Someone blocked his way? Everything within two meters of Zhang Ziwen's sight was an obstacle. A city management officer, trembling with fear
and unable time, was sent flying by Zhang Ziwen's swift charge. With a crack, the officer
's body crashed heavily onto the coffee table, shattering it
into pieces .

Zhang Ziwen's swift, wind-like figure suddenly dropped, the only significant
move . His entire body vanished from the conference room in an instant, disappearing beneath the table. A loud "bang"
echoed as flesh struck flesh, followed by a deafening "boom." The conference table shattered, the massive structure disintegrating, dust
billowing everywhere. A figure was propelled into the air amidst the flying splinters, tumbling and crashing, falling a meter above the ground in an instant.
With a loud "bang," Zhang Ziwen's kick flew out, striking the man squarely in the waist. The man flew through the air again, heading
straight for the wall, crashing heavily against it with a "thud," sending dust flying
. He bounced back, then slammed heavily to the ground with a "thud." The man convulsed in pain, making gurgling sounds in his throat. He
coughed Having suffered repeated, heavy blows, the perpetrator's pupils contracted, then gradually
dilated, his face undergoing its final transformation: white to blue, then red, then yellow, until finally white again…

The conference room returned to silence. The thunderous attack was over. Zhang Ziwen coldly surveyed the room
. No living creature remained standing. The few scattered survivors could only huddle trembling on the ground in this terrifying environment
. Besides Zhang Ziwen standing atop the pile of people, who would dare be a conspicuous target? Blood, dust, and
suppressed groans filled the air. Faced with this terrifying attacker, no one dared to utter a sound. All
those severely injured felt that Zhang Ziwen, standing in the middle of the conference room, wasn't human, but a machine—a killing machine—it was terrifying.

Zhang Ziwen relaxed his tense muscles; the continuous high-intensity muscle exertion had left him feeling somewhat fatigued.
He lit a cigarette and slowly walked out of the conference room. He needed to retrieve the flower stand that belonged to Li Xiu, and the broken
flowers .

The conflict and violence seemed unstoppable. Zhang Ziwen, fresh from a scene of carnage, carried
the blood within him, radiating a savage aura. Anything that stood in his way became a target for destruction.
Inside the city management brigade's warehouse, moving objects suffered a horrific attack; even a passing rat couldn't escape
the disaster . Soon, over a dozen people lay sprawled on the floor, their gray figures mixed with blue uniforms. Zhang Ziwen
knew the blue uniforms belonged to the moving company, but blinded by rage, he saw them as accomplices and attacked without mercy. He had only one thought: to cripple them all, to cripple
every creature within his sight in the city management brigade . In the battle, a total of 56 urban management officers were involved. 33 officers were seriously injured or disabled, 15 were slightly injured, 4 suffered mental breakdowns, the ringleader, the captain who had changed his face, died When violence meets violence, it leaves no room for resistance when faced with a powerful enemy like Zhang Ziwen. The only one to blame is that these 3 officers were too skilled. The swift and brutal attack lasted only 15 minutes, but this perfectly executed, bloody act of violence had a flaw: the deaths of six moving workers were the cause of Zhang Ziwen's downfall. These six workers suffered multiple bone fractures, leaving them permanently disabled by Zhang Ziwen's brutal methods. It was these six innocent civilians who ultimately led to Zhang Ziwen's court-martial… As a legitimate act of self-defense, resulting in death could only be considered excessive self-defense. Thanks to the intervention of high-ranking military officials, Zhang Ziwen escaped execution. If he hadn't accidentally injured innocent civilians, the military court would have at most sentenced him to three years of re-education through labor, retaining his military status. After his three years of labor, he could have continued his military service, remaining a soldier, albeit with a political stain. This stain could have been gradually erased through his military achievements, and his future would still have been bright. However, the injury to innocent civilians ended his military career, and the military paid millions to appease the injured families, severely damaging the relationship between the military and the people, leaving Zhang Ziwen with no chance of redemption . After careful consideration, the military made the cruelest decision for Zhang Ziwen: to discharge him from the military and repatriate him to his place of origin. Once discharged, he would be barred from registering his household registration for two years. Zhang Ziwen thus became an unregistered person for two whole years, a person without legal status. For years, Zhang Ziwen didn't know how he survived. He was denied work, excluded from all social activities, disqualified from elections, denied the opportunity to , and even denied the right to stay in guesthouses. Banks wouldn't open accounts for him, he couldn't apply for credit cards, and he wasn't eligible for any social insurance. Buying a car or a house was just a pipe dream for him, let alone buying a mobile phone , which required He Li's ID to purchase a number. As an undocumented person, he didn't even have an ID card. From a super elite to the lowest of the low, this was such a cruel blow to a former outstanding soldier. In this country , a person without an identity means nothing, even worse than the lowest level of society. Even cats and dogs have dog tags and cat tags, but he wasn't even entitled to a number. He remembered when he first returned to his hometown, he was treated as a vagrant or a fugitive by the police because he didn't have an identity. He had to go to the police station at least three times a month, and registration had become a regular occurrence. This was Zhang Ziwen's humiliation upon returning to his hometown, an indelible wound in his heart. He wasted two whole years of his life in despair, squandering his precious youth. His spirits sank, and he became apathetic towards everything. He became a marginalized Black person, unrecognized by society. He almost degenerated into a scumbag. He still remembered the excitement of receiving his ID card after two years of being an undocumented citizen. He regained his legal citizenship, and he got drunk for two days … Chapter 220: The Shift in Mindset. Zhang Ziwen's excitement only lasted three days… The Empress was repeatedly taken to the police station due to misunderstandings, and those two stints became turning points in his life. He met the aloof Wu Min and the gentle Tang Shu, and these two outstanding beauties inspired him to strive for success, ultimately shaping his current status ... A refreshing breeze caressed Zhang Ziwen's face, awakening him from his reverie . He looked towards the eastern horizon, where a hazy light was already appearing, a crimson hue seemingly about to peek through the thick clouds—dawn was approaching... Zhang Ziwen stood up, glancing at the bodyguards standing silently around him. He had sat by the river all night, and the bodyguards had stood faithfully all night, including three... The bodyguards were Tang Ying's subordinates, yet they remained loyal to their duties without complaint . Zhang Ziwen was slightly moved, but he knew they wouldn't accept monetary compensation. He could only express his gratitude with appreciative eyes… Zhang Ziwen stretched his arms a few times, his body, still for several hours, feeling a sense of ease and comfort. He stretched lazily, feeling incredibly relaxed and comfortable. The unbearable past was over; the pent-up frustration in his heart seemed to dissipate in this pleasant stretch. Zhang Ziwen smiled slightly. He recalled the past he never wanted to remember. At this moment, he knew he had let go of all the past events. One night of memories and…

Reflection brought him back to his true self. He needed to face the future, and Zhang Ziwen seemed to have grown
another year older that night…

Returning to his villa, he was greeted by the aroma of breakfast as soon as he entered. Breakfast was already prepared, and the women of the house
were gathered around the table. Seeing Zhang Ziwen return home, still damp with dew, they all stood up to greet him
. The air was filled with their fragrance, and he was
surrounded by a sea of beautiful women. The gentle voices around him made Zhang Ziwen, who had been chilled all night, fully appreciate the warmth and care of his family. Surrounded by these beauties, the hungry Zhang Ziwen headed to the table. An Yun
was back . When Zhang Ziwen saw An Yun wearing an apron and carrying a plate of fried eggs, he was pleasantly surprised.
She seemed to have just gotten off a plane, not even changing out of her flight attendant uniform before busily making breakfast for everyone. The apron
added to femininity, and in the week or so he hadn't seen her, she seemed even more radiant and beautiful than before. The adorable
girl ... Looking at An Yun returning from afar, Zhang Ziwen felt a surge of warmth in his heart for no reason...

"What? You're going to Hong Kong?" He Li frowned slightly,
worried when she learned that Zhang Ziwen was cooperating with the police.

Seeing He Li's worried expression, Zhang Ziwen gently comforted her, "There's nothing to worry about.
Cooperating with the police this time is one thing, but I'll also go there to check out some business opportunities."

"...Can't you not go?" Mu Qing and Zhang Ziwen had been inseparable these past few days, and she was very reluctant to part with him.

Zhang Ziwen smiled and shook his head, saying, "I've already promised Wu Min. Besides, his father has also promised to issue
the rectification , so it wouldn't be good not to go."

Sitting beside him, Mu Qing interjected, "You're going to Hong Kong as a bargaining chip for this? Actually,
Longkou will be rectified sooner or later, there's no rush, right? We can wait, we don't need to go to Hong Kong, right?"
She was very unwilling for Zhang Ziwen to take such an unnecessary risk.

“Yes, there’s nothing good to exchange. Can’t the police find anyone else? Why do they have to come to you? I’m
so worried about you getting involved in these dangerous things. Can’t you just stay quiet, you brat?”
He Li was very dissatisfied. She was extremely worried about Zhang Ziwen. How could cooperating with the police not be dangerous? She was a thousand times
unwilling.

An Yun chimed in, “I agree with my sister. Ugh, you’re leaving as soon as he gets back. Do
you not like him?” An Yun’s beautiful, expressive eyes revealed her dissatisfaction. Her words were scathing,
and it was unclear whether she was reluctant to see Zhang Ziwen leave or deliberately picking a fight.

The women in the family unanimously opposed it. Only Tang Shu remained silent. Although she also didn’t want Zhang Ziwen to
risk his life in Hong Kong, she knew very well that once Zhang Ziwen made a decision, he wouldn’t easily change it. Unable to stop him
, she did some small things for him. She gently poured Zhang Ziwen a cup of steaming milk. She could only
offer him more care before he left.

Zhang Ziwen glanced at the gentle Tang Shu, who was silently showing him care, and felt touched. He knew in his heart that this little
girl was more reluctant to let him leave than anyone else. Tang Shu could feel Zhang Ziwen's tender gaze, and her beautiful eyes, full of love,
looked him, revealing a sweet and gentle smile. Their eyes met, and their deeply loving hearts merged at that moment...

Tang Shu truly understood Zhang Ziwen. The objections of the other women were ineffective; Zhang Ziwen soothed the women's worries
at home . After breakfast, Zhang Ziwen returned to his room and fell into a deep sleep, while the women
silently packed his bags. In fact, the women at home all knew Zhang Ziwen's character very well; they just expressed
it differently. They all knew that once Zhang Ziwen made a promise, he would not break it because of any
obstacles . Their objections felt weak even to themselves; their objections were also a manifestation of their
love for Zhang Ziwen...

In the evening, after dinner, Zhang Ziwen said goodbye to the women at home. He stopped their
offer to see him off at the airport; he didn't want every... Leaving again felt like a separation of life and death. He didn't want to see their tearful
reluctance . He kissed his women goodbye without avoiding anyone. He no longer wanted to be as reserved as before.
He had adjusted his mindset; he would give his tenderness completely to any woman he loved or who loved him. Tang Shu
and Mu Qing shyly accepted Zhang Ziwen's wet kiss. They were both Zhang Ziwen's women, and with their beloved man far
away , they were happy to accept this tenderness. Mu Qing's beautiful eyes welled up with tears of joy because this
farewell kiss truly confirmed her status in the family. She could openly share
Zhang Ziwen Tang Shu smiled gently, quietly watching Zhang Ziwen and Mu Qing's kiss. She sensed
the change in Zhang Ziwen. She didn't mind Mu Qing sharing at all because she felt that Zhang Ziwen had let go of
his emotional shackles. She was gratified. Before, she would have been saddened by Zhang Ziwen's emotional shackles because
she knew in her heart that Zhang Ziwen was sometimes lost. She was exhausted, and this anxiety involving romantic feelings was
largely due to herself. She knew Zhang Ziwen cared about her feelings, but she didn't want him
to suffer because of her. She loved the cheerful and carefree Wen-ge; she
would even sacrifice her life for his happiness. How could she possibly make her beloved Wen-ge sad because of her? She didn't need Zhang Ziwen
to care about her feelings; she only needed to be happy. Tang Shu had a great heart; she selflessly
devoted herself to Zhang Ziwen. In her heart, having Zhang Ziwen's love was enough…

The farewell hug was given to He Li and An Yun. When Zhang Ziwen opened his arms to An Yun, the
girl obediently nestled into his embrace. This was a good sign. Seeing that An Yun didn't reject
him as before, Zhang Ziwen felt very gratified. A tender smile appeared on his face, and he
tightened a gesture of care. But An Yun seemed a little uncomfortable. She struggled slightly, feeling shy. She
clearly wasn't used to this intimacy yet; after all, she had resented Zhang Ziwen for a long time. When she looked up and saw
the smile on Zhang Ziwen's lips, a blush spread across her beautiful face. Was this guy up to no good? It didn't seem so.
She couldn't figure out his smile. She felt her heart pounding a little too fast, and she wanted to escape his embrace. But
Zhang Ziwen's broad, warm embrace truly made her feel comfortable and cozy. An Yun felt a little lost…

In the spacious, bright waiting hall, Wu Min was already waiting. When she saw Zhang Ziwen and his six bodyguards
enter the waiting hall, a hint of joy appeared in Wu Min's beautiful eyes. She had argued with him last night. She had been anxious
all day , afraid that Zhang Ziwen's stubbornness would flare up and he wouldn't cooperate with her. He…
If she went, her partner would be replaced by Chen Hao. Between the two men, she preferred the slightly roguish
Zhang Ziwen to the fly-like Chen Hao. However, she couldn't bring herself to call him, so she
anxiously tried her luck in the waiting hall. Now, Zhang Ziwen finally appeared before her. Seeing his well-dressed and
radiant appearance, her heart skipped a beat. She suddenly had a feeling that this guy
had changed in his demeanor. She couldn't quite put her finger on what, but today he seemed particularly pleasing to the eye…

Inside the VIP cabin of the plane, Wu Min sat with Zhang Ziwen, while 6… The bodyguard's seat was in business class. Wu
Min finally experienced Zhang Ziwen's charm firsthand. Young, handsome, and charming, coupled with his various
legendary stories, Zhang Ziwen was practically a household name. The beautiful flight attendants of Hong Kong Airlines naturally recognized this handsome
hero as well. In addition, given his romantic legend of sharing life and death with his fellow flight attendants, these beautiful flight attendants felt very
friendly . Perhaps they all mistook An Yun for themselves, or perhaps they wanted to attract the handsome hero's attention. These beautiful
flight attendants would often linger near Zhang Ziwen's seat, occasionally asking him with sweet smiles if he needed
anything . Even the economy class flight attendants risked violating regulations to sneak into the first-class cabin to catch a glimpse of their hero.
Not to mention the several young women sitting nearby whose eyes were constantly glancing at Zhang Ziwen.
If it weren't for the icy beauty sitting next to him, Zhang Ziwen would likely have been besieged by these infatuated fans.
Zhang Ziwen was used to this intense gaze; he no longer had the arrogance of his early fame. Now
he was composed and elegant. Even when his gaze occasionally met the burning eyes of his admirers, he
responded politely and gracefully, almost mesmerizing them. In their eyes, Zhang Ziwen was truly handsome, incredibly handsome…
…

Zhang Ziwen's elegance and politeness didn't escape Wu Min's notice. Had this guy changed? Where was
the lecherous look in his eyes from before? Wasn't this guy's eyes always gleaming with lust when he saw a beautiful woman? Wu Min remembered clearly that
even when she was interrogating him, this guy would seize the opportunity to peek at her chest, drooling and looking repulsive.
He was faking it, definitely faking it, Wu Min thought indignantly.

"...You didn't expect to be so popular, did you? These flight attendants are quite pretty, which one caught your eye?" Wu
Min couldn't help but mock him, because the way he smiled at the flight attendants, with his deep-seated prejudice, felt
strange .

Zhang Ziwen was taken aback by her sudden question: "...What do you mean, 'caught your eye'? What do you mean?"

"What are you pretending for? Didn't you catch a glimpse of these pretty flight attendants? Your smile is so lewd, your prey is almost in your mouth, isn't it?"
Wu Min rolled her eyes at him; she absolutely didn't believe he wasn't lewd.

"Heh, I smiled at them and you call me lewd?" Zhang Ziwen chuckled: "...Your
prejudice against me is too deep, isn't it?" Normally, Zhang Ziwen would have already confronted her, but now he just found it amusing,
because he completely understood Wu Min's feelings towards him.

“You’re definitely prejudiced, what can I do with your long criminal record? Humph, isn’t that the same old thing you’re like?” Wu
Min mocked, her beautiful eyes glancing at him. This guy wasn’t angry? Strange.

“That’s right, that’s the kind of thing I am. I’m a womanizer, I admit it, hehe…” Zhang Ziwen smiled,
dismissing her sarcasm with a laugh.

“You can’t deny it, that’s just how it is. You think you’ll become a good person by acting indifferent?
Humph, I can’t stand you like this, it’s no different from being a liar.” Although Wu Min’s words were sharp, she sensed that Zhang Ziwen was very strange
today ; his voice and demeanor seemed completely different from before.

“…I admit it, whatever you say is right, is that alright now? We’re going to Hong Kong to work on
a case, not to argue. Constantly harping on my flaws doesn’t seem to help the case, does it? Don’t you think so?”
Zhang Ziwen replied calmly.

"What do you mean? You mean I'm being unreasonable?" Wu Min muttered softly, feeling quite
uncomfortable had indeed started the conversation, and she felt a little guilty.

Although her voice was soft, Zhang Ziwen, with his incredibly sharp hearing, heard her clearly. He glanced at Wu Min, seeing her pouting and
somewhat unconvinced expression, and said with a smile, "No, I absolutely didn't mean that. I meant you know
what , you know it in your heart, no need to constantly remind me, hehe... People change
, don't they? Nobody becomes a perfect gentleman one day, and admitting mistakes and correcting them is still a good thing,
right?" Zhang Ziwen was calm and didn't seem angry at Wu Min's words at all... (

Chapter 221, Volume 12 of the main text)

"You're just being cheeky, you can't even speak properly. You think you can become a perfect gentleman? Who would believe you can change? Unless
the sun rises in the west." Wu Min pouted, completely disbelieving his words.

“Maybe you’re right, the sun can’t rise in the west, but you have to give me a chance, right?
You always look at me with such old prejudices, I can’t change even if I want to,” Zhang Ziwen said, sighing inwardly.
Wu Min’s prejudice against him was unusually deep; from her words, it seemed his life was destined to be the same
.

Wu Min rolled her eyes at him and said without hesitation, “Give you a chance? Fine, I’ll give you a chance, and I
’ll see how you change.” She immediately regretted her words. There was something wrong with them. Why should she give
him a chance? And what right did she have to give him a chance? What did this guy mean? Wu Min’s heart skipped a beat. She
didn’t dare think any further, and a blush involuntarily rose to her beautiful, fair face.

A brief pause ensued between the couple, the atmosphere becoming somewhat awkward.
Wu Min, seemingly harboring a guilty conscience, stealthily glanced at Zhang Ziwen. Just then, Zhang Ziwen was also looking at her. Their eyes met, and Wu Min's beautiful
eyes held a hint of panic and shyness. A blush crept across her stunningly beautiful and aloof face, making her
incredibly alluring. Zhang Ziwen's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know what Wu Min was thinking, but
her charmingly shy yet slightly annoyed expression was undeniably captivating. Zhang Ziwen dared not linger on her beautiful face any longer,
glancing furtively at the night outside the window. Wu Min's heart pounded wildly like a rabbit's. How could this be?
Wu Min's heart was in turmoil…

At midnight, the Boeing 777 landed smoothly at Hong Kong International Airport. After
most of the passengers had disembarked, Zhang Ziwen and Wu Min, along with several bodyguards, stepped off the bridge. Looking out through the transparent tempered glass windows, they could appreciate the grandeur of the world's
largest airport, a testament to the wisdom of top-tier designers. International airports are huge, light, and graceful.
The airport's image is impressive, yet friendly and welcoming. Despite being the world's largest airport,
its scale doesn't inspire fear or awe; its design imbues it with an approachable and easy-to-understand quality.
Grand yet not imposing, the international airport began operations in 1998, a year after Hong Kong's return to China, and has now
become the world's busiest international airport, greatly boosting Hong Kong's economic prosperity.

Outside the airport terminal, four gleaming luxury cars were parked in a row. A
striking black Rolls-Royce stood quietly among the Mercedes-Benz 500s. Several
middle-aged men in suits standing beside the car quickly approached Zhang Ziwen and his group as they emerged from the terminal exit.
Upon seeing one of the men in a suit… Smiling, he extended his hand. He recognized one of the men—
Zhu Jiang, the general manager of the Hong Kong branch of the New Australia Group. After a handshake and pleasantries, Zhang Ziwen and Wu Min were quickly led by Zhu Jiang to the Rolls-Royce.
After closing the door, Zhu Jiang got into the passenger seat. Zhang Ziwen's bodyguards and several men in suits got into other
Mercedes-Benzes. The convoy, led by a Mercedes, quickly drove into the night…

Hong Kong Mid-Levels. As the convoy reached the world-famous Mid-Levels residential area, Zhang Ziwen was
captivated by the night view of Hong Kong below. Even at midnight, Hong Kong was still dazzling with lights, the colorful neon lights radiating a magnificent
glow , like a vast galaxy, truly spectacular. It was a pity that one couldn't have it all; during the day, one
could also enjoy an unparalleled panoramic view of Victoria Harbour.

Hong Kong Mid-Levels luxury residences. It's always been a favorite among Hong Kong's super-rich and top celebrities, and of course, the prices are exorbitant.
Without enough money, you can forget about owning a space in the prime Mid-Levels area. It's worth noting
that eight of the ten most luxurious homes in Asia, as ranked by Forbes magazine, are located in Hong Kong's Mid-Levels district. One of these
was purchased by Hong Kong superstar Stephen Chow in 1996 for HK$80 million, and its value has now appreciated to HK$150
million The Mid-Levels are only open to the wealthy; ordinary people can only admire the white walls
and red tiles nestled among the greenery from below.

The convoy quickly passed a cluster of mansions and turned onto a narrow, tree-lined avenue. After a few minutes,
a two-story villa came into view at the end of the avenue. This villa was a property acquired by the Mu family many years ago.
Although not one of the eight most luxurious mansions in Mid-Levels, Hong Kong, the Mu family still invested HK$60 million to own this
private residence. This would be Zhang Ziwen's accommodation during his stay in Hong Kong. Of course,
the cost of acquiring the land for the luxury villa would still have to be borne by the Zhonghai government…

After leading Zhang Ziwen and his entourage into the villa, Zhu Jiang arranged for several bodyguards to settle into a row of rooms on one side of the villa
. With everything arranged, and a meeting scheduled for the next day at the company, Zhu Jiang bid farewell to Zhang Ziwen and drove away.
This Hong Kong branch manager was very thoughtful; after receiving Mu Qing's notification, he had even specially arranged for two… The
Filipino maid had filled the bathtub with warm water, and Zhang Ziwen and Wu Min, weary from their journey, each had their
own bathroom, enjoying a comfortable soak...

Breakfast was not to their liking. With two excellent cooks, Song Lin and An Yun, serving them, Zhang Ziwen's appetite
was quite picky. The Filipino maid's culinary skills were clearly far inferior. Not only was Zhang Ziwen frowning as he ate, but even Wu
Min's brows were slightly furrowed. For breakfast, thin pancakes with curry—no wonder they were getting a sore throat! It seemed there was no breakfast to be had
. What to do? Zhang Ziwen glanced at Wu Min and tentatively suggested, "...How about we go out to eat?"

Wu Min glanced at her watch; there wasn't much time left before she had to get to the company. She wasn't very familiar with Zhang Ziwen in Hong Kong, and
finding food in the Mid-Levels area might be a bit risky. Wu Min said somewhat helplessly, "Forget it, I'll just
make it ." Seeing

Zhang Ziwen's lordly demeanor, she knew she couldn't rely on him to make breakfast, so Wu Min had no choice but to suffer the indignity. She rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen. In no time, two plates of fried eggs were brought out. Zhang Ziwen could tell from the color of the eggs that they must taste good—clearly separated white and yolk, with a warm, translucent color, fried to a perfect consistency, neither overcooked nor undercooked, classic soft-boiled eggs. Zhang Ziwen habitually leaned in and, with a sucked the yolk into his mouth, leaving only the white. Not bad, Zhang Ziwen smacked his lips. This level of skill required extensive kitchen experience; the icy beauty sitting opposite him was actually an expert. Zhang Ziwen couldn't help but shower her with praise. Wu Min, seemingly pleased by the compliments, rolled her beautiful eyes and said, "...Just two fried eggs and you're so happy ? If you'd tasted my other cooking skills, I don't know what you'd be like..." Wu Min's words were quite smug. "Really? I can't tell. I really can't tell." Zhang Ziwen shook his head, somewhat disbelieving. "Can't tell what?" Wu Min rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hmph, I knew you wouldn't believe me. I'll let you see for yourself sometime. Let me tell you, only my parents in my family are qualified to enjoy this. You're lucky. If I'm happy, I'll prepare a whole meal for you." "I believe you." Seeing her conviction, Zhang Ziwen smiled and said, "What are we waiting for? From now on, you can make breakfast. I'm lucky to eat your breakfast, hee...eating a proper meal is just a matter of time." "You wish! You're enjoying yourself, why should I make breakfast for you?" Wu Min pouted , not buying his praise. "Hehe... You really can't do without making this breakfast. Are you expecting curry rice every morning? If you can stand it, I'll keep you company. Besides, I've agreed to cooperate with the police, so what ? No need to be so serious, right?" Zhang Ziwen persuaded with a smile. "Hmph, eating my breakfast is fine, but I'm afraid you'll treat me like a maid and become dependent on me." Wu Min wasn't too bothered by who made the breakfast, but she was a little resentful. The thought of her personally making breakfast for her made her feel somewhat unbalanced. "You shouldn't have mentioned those two maids. Seriously, when I get to the company and see Zhu Jiang, I'll tell him to fire them." "Why? Why fire them?" Wu Min was a little confused. “Nonsense, have you forgotten why we're in Hong Kong?” Zhang Ziwen said in a low voice, “ It would be inconvenient for us to discuss things then. What if we have an emergency tonight and need to be called out? It wouldn't be good if we alerted them.” Zhang Ziwen glanced at the two Filipino maids not far away; if he didn't lower his voice, they could easily hear him. Wu Min turned her head and glanced at him; what he said made sense. With outsiders present, it was indeed inappropriate for the two of them to discuss matters so casually.

She could do as she pleased. However, a slight unease lingered in her heart. With the bodyguards outside, wouldn't it just be her and the
lecherous man ? A lone man and woman, it seemed a little unsafe. But the unease quickly dissipated.
The lecherous man in front of her probably wouldn't dare do anything to her, right? Hmph, if he dared to mess around, she'd shoot him dead! Wu Min gritted her teeth,
thinking this, and immediately felt at ease. Even if the lecherous man had a few leopards' gall, he wouldn't dare do anything to her…

Central, Hong Kong, is the political, financial, and commercial center of Hong Kong. Skyscrapers stand tall, and the iconic
Bank of China Tower stands majestically here. Office and shop rents in Central are
ridiculously ; it's practically gold mine. Many banks, multinational financial institutions, and foreign consulates are located in Central.
Due to insufficient land, successive governors of Hong Kong have carried out numerous reclamation projects. Today's Hong Kong Club, Queen's Square,
and the Legislative Building, among others, were all built on reclaimed land.

Central is a hub for Hong Kong's elite, representing status and prestige. Looking around,
you see successful white-collar and gold-collar workers, wealthy socialites, and celebrities. Central is a paradise
for ; for many capable individuals, it's the top choice for employment. If an ordinary family
produces a white-collar worker in a high-end office building in Central, it's sure to attract envy from neighbors. In
a very pragmatic place like Hong Kong, having a foothold in Central is a symbol of success, with unlimited
potential …

Central Plaza is located next to the Wan Chai Convention Centre. Calling it a plaza is a stretch; it's actually a skyscraper. When Zhang Ziwen
stepped out of his Rolls-Royce and learned the building was called Central Plaza, he found it somewhat amusing. The area was filled with
towering ; even looking up, he felt like he couldn't see the sky, and he felt dizzy. It hardly
felt like a plaza anymore.

Wu Min did not accompany Zhang Ziwen to the Xin'ao Group branch. Due to
the difference in political system and law between Hong Kong and other places, she was able to go to the Hong Kong police station to file a report and communicate with them through Interpol. She also had to check the detailed files of the
suspect in Hong Kong.

The Xin'ao Group's Hong Kong branch was located on the 36th floor of Central Plaza. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, Zhang Ziwen could feel that the Xin'ao
Group was indeed very powerful. The entire 36th floor belonged to the Xin'ao Group branch. In Central,
a place where money is everywhere, the fact that they had such a spacious and bright office space made Zhang Ziwen, a major shareholder, feel quite impressed.

Zhang Ziwen came to Hong Kong under the guise of a high-level inspection by the Xin'ao Group, ostensibly to conduct preliminary preparations for the establishment of a branch of the Independent Group in
Hong . It was all a pretext, but the act had to be convincing. Accompanied by Zhu Jiang
, Zhang Ziwen went through the motions, superficially glancing at the accounts, which even he himself barely understood. The senior management of the Xin'ao
branch cooperated enthusiastically, as everyone there knew that Zhang Ziwen not only
had an unusual relationship with their beautiful boss but was also a major shareholder of the Xin'ao Group.

The recent collaboration between Independent and Xin'ao was widely known in Hong Kong, leading to a rise in stock prices. Some Hong Kong citizens
holding Xin'ao Group shares had even made a small profit, and some seasoned stock investors were eagerly
anticipating Independent's listing. With Independent's strength and Zhang Ziwen's prestigious reputation, once the Independent Group went public, it would undoubtedly be
a runaway success, and there would be no reason for these speculators not to seize the opportunity to make a fortune.

Finally, Zhang Ziwen casually asked a few more questions to the young white-collar women,
thus concluding today's so-called work inspection. However, Zhang Ziwen couldn't bear the admiring glances from these women. His name was already
famous throughout , a place rife with gossip, where he was practically a paragon of virtue. His scandalous affairs and glamorous
, iron-blooded, and invincible stories were exaggerated to the extreme. It was easy to imagine the admiration these young white-collar women had for him. When
Zhang Ziwen approached them for questions, they answered without reservation. Excited, their faces flushed, they
wished he would ask them more questions. As Zhang Ziwen finished his interviews and left with a smile
, a chorus of excited exclamations rose behind him: "Wow, so handsome! So cool! I love Brother Wenwen!"...

He entered Zhu Jiang's luxurious office. Zhu Jiang's beautiful secretary prepared fragrant coffee for them, then threw
a few flirtatious glances at Zhang Ziwen before leaving the office...

Chapter 222 Shopping with a Beautiful Woman, Unhappy and Speechless.

The beautiful secretary's charm caught Zhu Jiang's eye, and he felt quite envious. He had been eyeing this beautiful secretary for a
long time without success. Seeing her expression towards Zhang Ziwen today, it
seemed she was actively throwing herself at him. "I'm quite handsome too," Zhu Jiang thought to himself, lamenting that he didn't have Zhang Ziwen's iron-fisted skills.
He wished he could try his luck and encounter a hijacking or something, at least he could become a hero.

Despite his reflections, Zhu Jiang finished his work. After a brief summary, he smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, since it's your first time
in Hong Kong, I've already made a reservation for dinner at the Golden Island Yan Chaozhou Restaurant to welcome you. After dinner, I'll take you to the Grand
Fortune Nightclub. The beauties there are among the best in Hong Kong. Since you're here, you should
experience Hong Kong's nightlife. Miss Wu isn't here, is that alright?" Zhu Jiang was all smiles,
and the last sentence was quite ambiguous. Although his beautiful boss and Zhang Yuwen had a very close relationship, in Hong Kong
where lovers were commonplace, Zhu Jiang didn't hold back his words. Grand Fortune Nightclub with a handsome guy—
there .

Zhang Yuwen felt a surge of excitement. Grand Fortune Nightclub? Legend has it that the beauties there are all stunningly beautiful.
As a man, he really wanted to see them for himself, but remembering that he had already arranged to meet Wu Min that afternoon, he could only
shake his head regretfully and say with a smile, "Mr. Zhu, thank you for your arrangement, but unfortunately, you're right, I'm really not available
tonight . Miss Wu has already invited me to dinner, so it seems I
can't accept your kind offer tonight. I'll have to reschedule, haha.

" "What a coincidence? Oh well, I guess I'll have to reschedule." Zhu Jiang looked genuinely regretful. Opportunities for lavish meals
at public expense were rare, but thankfully, since Zhang Ziwen said to reschedule, he still
had a chance to enjoy himself.

Zhang Ziwen ignored his regretful expression and changed the subject in a relaxed tone, saying, "By the way,
could you let me know if there are any large-scale celebrity parties recently? As you know, my company will be
setting up a branch in Hong Kong in the future. Attending these celebrity parties will also allow me to connect with the wealthy gentlemen here. It's good to be prepared,
don't you think?"

"Large-scale parties?" No problem. It just so happens that Mr. Huang, the president of the Jockey Club, is hosting a large cocktail party tonight. I also received
an invitation. I declined because I was thinking of hosting you. Since you'd like to attend such a high-society gathering, I'll give you a call later.
"Tell President Huang, we have a good personal relationship, and given your status, you'll definitely be welcome. Being invited is absolutely
no problem." Zhu Jiang agreed without hesitation. "The Hong Kong Jockey Club? The one with the Hong Kong horse racing
?" Zhang Ziwen was slightly disappointed upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "I don't bet on horse racing, what's the point of going there?"

Zhu Jiang noticed Zhang Ziwen's disappointed expression and guessed that he had misunderstood the meaning of the party.
He patiently explained to Zhang Ziwen in detail that the Hong Kong Jockey Club has
two types of . The difference is that racing members only need to pay HK$36,000 to join, but can only enjoy some of
the facilities at the Jockey Club during races. Full-fee members, on the other hand, need to pay HK$250,000 to purchase membership and can enjoy
all the facilities at the three main clubhouses of the Jockey Club: Happy Valley, Sha Tin, and Pepper
River strict access control system. The number of members is strictly limited each year; it's not enough to just have money. Members must
be nominated by the Jockey Club's selection

committee and possess considerable status and social background to qualify. "What does 'selection committee member'
mean ?" Zhang Ziwen understood the Jockey Club's access control system, but he was curious about the nomination process for selection committee members.

Zhu Jiang smiled and said, "The selected members are all at the very top of the Hong Kong Jockey Club's pyramid. They are
the most representative figures chosen by the Jockey Club's board of directors, the top elites in Hong Kong's business and political circles." After Zhu Jiang finished speaking, he casually
listed a few more names: Hutchison Whampoa Managing Director Fok Kin-ning, known as the "King of Hired Managers"; Shih Man-shun, Chairman of the International Committee of the Hong Kong International
Chamber ; Joseph Yam, Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Monetary Authority; Tung Chee-cheung, President and CEO of Orient Shipping Limited
; as well as Henry Tang, the Tsang brothers (Tsang Yam-pui and Tsang Yam-kuen), Wing Chi-kin, Leung Kam-chung, and others. Many of these names were
followed by abbreviations of various knighthoods, such as GBS, CBE, OBE, JP.

Zhang Ziwen knew these familiar names. Having been in the business world for so long, Zhang Ziwen
knew quite a few successful people at home and abroad from business weekly publications.

Zhu Jiang's detailed description of the horse racing club revealed to Zhang Ziwen that it not only had strict access control, requiring ladies and gentlemen to wear
formal attire for entry, but also offered state-level treatment. These points alone
piqued interest. Of course, he wasn't interested in such a luxurious high-society party; he suspected
that the suspect Wu Min mentioned was likely attending such an exclusive event.

"Hehe, Mr. Zhang, you have quite the connections. Mr. Huang was very welcoming when he heard you were going. He said he's long wanted to
meet you, a world-renowned figure," Zhu Jiang said excitedly after hanging up the phone.

"World-renowned? Hehe, that's a bit of an exaggeration," Zhang Ziwen said modestly, but inwardly he
thought , so what if she's world-renowned? That Wu Min still sees him as just a thug.

Just as he was thinking about Wu Min, his phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, it was none other than
that ice queen, Wu Min.

Zhang Ziwen gently shook his head and put the phone to his ear: "Finished with your business?"

"Finished. Where are you now?" A pleasant yet icy voice came from the other end of the phone.

"At the company, talking to General Manager Zhu." Zhang Ziwen smiled slightly; he was
already .

"Then you go ahead and get busy. I'll find a place to have a drink. Call me when you're done."

"Almost done. Come to Central. Since we're in Hong Kong, this shopping paradise, I'll
go shopping with you."

"Tch, time is limited. There's not even a hint of news about the hostage. What's the point of shopping? I don't have that kind of free
time ." Wu Min's unappreciative voice came from the phone.

"Shopping is for work, hehe. You should come over now. Okay, that's all. I'll
wait for you at Central Plaza. Call me when you arrive." Zhang Ziwen finished speaking and hung up before Wu Min could argue
. With Zhu Jiang present, he didn't want to argue with Wu Min.

Zhang Ziwen was right. Wu Min, standing at the police station entrance, stomped her feet in anger. Wu Min was furious at his leisurely words
. Shopping is work? Did he really think he was on vacation in Hong Kong? Damn it, he dared to hang up on me. I'll deal with him
when I see him, Wu Min thought to herself angrily.

It seemed like she was definitely going to the Jockey Club party tonight. Zhang Ziwen had gotten part of the list of selected members from Zhu Jiang, and
the suspect was indeed on the list. Judging from Zhu Jiang's tone,

the suspect would basically attend any large party he was invited to .

Today, Hong Kong was sunny and warm. Because it was located in the south, Hong Kong's winter was not as cold as that of the mainland.
As she walked out of Central Plaza, Zhang Ziwen immediately saw Wu Min sitting on a small bench by the roadside, holding an
ice cream. Head down, engrossed in her ice cream, Wu Min didn't notice Zhang Ziwen approaching. She continued licking her ice cream with her delicate tongue
, looking quite content. Her eating manner was captivating; seeing her pink and nimble
tongue evoked a strong urge to savor its flavor. Zhang Ziwen was already standing not far in front of her. He didn't
disturb her, quietly observing her elegant way of eating. Although it wasn't elegant, Zhang Ziwen found it quite endearing.
Wu Min's expression while eating ice cream was very girlish and genuine.

Oh no, this guy saw everything! When Wu Min realized Zhang Ziwen was standing in front of her, seeing his smiling
face, her cheeks flushed. She quickly finished her ice cream in a few bites, feeling very embarrassed.

"When did you get here? You didn't even say anything. Trying to scare me?" Wu Min scolded, her face still red.

"Hehe, I saw you eating so intently, I didn't want to disturb your enjoyment, and you're still blaming me?"
Zhang Ziwen chuckled, her rosy cheeks making his heart skip a beat.

"Ugh, what do you mean, eating so intently?" Wu Min rolled her eyes at him shyly, and scolded, "
You're not allowed to sneak peeks when I'm eating."

"Hehe, okay, I'll listen to you, I won't sneak peeks, we can just watch openly, okay?" Zhang Ziwen found it a bit
amusing .

Wu Min couldn't stand Zhang Ziwen's smile; she felt he was teasing her. Just as she was about to throw
a tantrum , she heard Zhang Ziwen say with a smile, "Let's go, let's find a place to shop. Since we're in the legendary
shopping paradise, we should at least get some top-tier brands, right?"

"What legendary shopping paradise? What nonsense are you spouting? What brand doesn't the mainland have now?
The goods in Shanghai are no worse than those in Hong Kong." Wu Min thought Zhang Ziwen was exaggerating and unconsciously started arguing.

"Hehe, yes, I know. The mainland is no worse than Hong Kong, but we still need to buy some things. We're going somewhere
tonight , so we need to dress up."

"Dress up? Why do we need to dress up for a place?" Wu Min was puzzled.

"You'll find out when we get there. Don't you want to solve the case? This is related to the case." Zhang Ziwen feigned mystery.

"Related to the case?" Wu Min perked up and urged, "Then tell me!"

"How so? It's inconvenient with so many people coming and going." Zhang Ziwen glanced around at the passersby and
said with a smile, "After we finish shopping, we'll find a place for dinner and talk while we eat." He deliberately kept her
in suspense, lest she misbehave while shopping. Working with Wu Min required some tricks to control her.

Wu Min felt a surge of excitement. She realized this guy was deliberately keeping her in suspense, but what he said was true—
the case was indeed inconvenient. She had no choice but to endure it. Wu Min's mind was completely absorbed in the case; she even forgot to save face after Zhang Ziwen hung up on
her . Seeing Wu Min's sullen expression, Zhang Ziwen secretly chuckled. Once she
obediently stood up, Zhang Ziwen led her to the Rolls-Royce parked nearby. After crossing two blocks, they arrived at
Pacific Place in Central. The high-end boutiques were concentrated on the pedestrian street, and the road ahead was impassable. The driver
assigned by found a parking spot in the Rolls-Royce. Shopping didn't require bodyguards, so Zhang Ziwen had
his bodyguards stay in the two cars while he wore sunglasses to conceal his identity. He and Wu Min strolled into the pedestrian street.

Hong Kong truly lives up to its reputation as a world-class shopping paradise. The streets are lined with boutiques,
each displaying the latest and most fashionable goods in its transparent windows. From fashion apparel and leather bags to jewelry and
exquisite department store items, the sheer variety is dazzling. Shopping in Hong
Kong is renowned worldwide for its prices, selection, and service. As a free port, Hong Kong receives goods from all over the world,
and since most items are duty-free, prices are correspondingly lower, earning it the title of "shopping paradise." Furthermore,
the city hosts numerous seasonal sales and promotions each year, offering real savings for tourists. Therefore,
shopping in Hong Kong guarantees a satisfying shopping experience.

Women's love of shopping is innate, and Wu Min was quickly
captivated Her pace slowed noticeably, and she eagerly entered every boutique she saw, transforming from passive to active, her enthusiasm
even surpassing that of Zhang Ziwen.

After browsing several shops, Wu Min tried on quite a few clothes, but the exorbitant prices prevented her from buying anything.
Zhang Ziwen . The clothes looked good on her,

but they didn't seem to be of much use for tonight's party, and besides, he knew Wu Min wouldn't appreciate his offer.

They arrived at a boutique cheongsam shop, and Zhang Ziwen gestured for Wu Min to take a look. Wu Min pouted;
she wasn't particularly interested in clothing that showcased Eastern gentleness, and it didn't quite suit her extreme personality.

"What's the point of shopping here? Let's go somewhere else. I think those handbags over there are quite nice,"

Wu Min refused to go in.

"You seem to have forgotten something. Shopping is for the case. Don't blame me if you don't go in and solve the case,"
Zhang Ziwen said seriously.

Browsing cheongsam shops for the case? Wu Min didn't know what this guy was up to, but since he
said so, in order to solve the case as soon as possible, Wu Min reluctantly went inside.

This small shop specializes in cheongsams, offering a wide variety of colors and styles. The cheongsams are
exquisitely crafted and feel wonderful to the touch. Several female customers were carefully selecting their favorite cheongsams. A female sales assistant with a stunning figure, dressed in
a cheongsam , warmly greeted the couple as they entered and diligently introduced the cheongsams. It seemed
they had come to the right place. This cheongsam shop has a century-long history in Hong Kong, and all the cheongsams are handmade and custom
-made. In Hong Kong, this established brand is undoubtedly one of the best.

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