Golden carp are not creatures confined to a pond. (91-93)

Chapter 91 New Shanghai (Part 2) 4/11/2003

On the streets of America, the most common sports car is the Porsche 911. When Hou Longtao was in school,
he saw several almost every day. He used to consider those 911s as his imaginary rivals, driving his 1988 Honda
Accord LX and racing them on the narrow city streets. He often drove at 80 mph (
around 130 km/h) in places with a speed limit of 40 mph. Of course, the other drivers didn't know he was trying to outrun them, otherwise
a 911 could have easily left him far behind.

Hou Longtao's speeding skills were finally coming in handy, but today he was driving
a car with superior performance. The Land Cruiser weaved left and right through the not-too-congested traffic,
drawing a string of horns, but quickly leaving the Jetta far behind. If it weren't for
the cars blocking the intersection at a red light, it would have already sped away.

"The next big intersection is Jiangning Road, don't turn. Then turn left at Shimen Road, then right at the first
intersection onto Beijing Road. Keep driving, turn left after Friendship Store onto Zhongshan East Road, and after crossing the Huangpu River, you'll
be close to Pudong Airport," Wenlong outlined the entire route. "Beijing Road? If you remove the 'road
,' you're in our territory," Hou Longtao joked.

The Land Cruiser was well ahead, but couldn't completely shake off the Jetta. Even after reaching Pudong,
the Jetta remained in the rearview mirror. Although Pudong's development is quite extensive,
it still appears somewhat desolate compared to Shanghai's old city. This is likely because most of Pudong's area is dedicated to new residential housing, lacking large
commercial centers. This is especially true near Pudong Airport, where farmland can still be seen. However, the roads are wider, and
there are far fewer vehicles.

"Heh heh, how are you going to catch us now? Damn it!" Hou Longtao chuckled twice, then his face darkened again.
"What's wrong?" "I've been driving like crazy for almost half an hour. Even in Beijing, someone should have called the police
by now no police have come to stop us. It must be Mao who told them not to interfere for the time being. This is Mao's territory,
yet only one car has been chasing us. Damn it, someone must be waiting for us ahead. Maybe
he already has people at all the airports and train stations."

Hou Longtao's thinking was mostly correct, except for one thing: it wasn't that no one was chasing them, but
because he was driving so recklessly, he hadn't caught up with any of the three interceptors. His misjudgment might
seem insignificant on the surface, but in reality, it could lead to very serious consequences. Just then, the sky gradually darkened, and it looked like
it might rain.

"Hey, don't slow down!" Wenlong called out. "Okay." Hou Longtao saw the Jetta
reappear in the rearview mirror, quickly slammed on the gas, turned, and stopped heading towards the airport
. "What do we do now?" "Damn, we can't go to the airport. You call Beijing right now. First,
have someone pick up Lao Wu, and second, have them send someone to Shanghai. Have them take the train, bring their gear, and
we'll get the specific location later."

"So where do we go now?" "I'll drive around here a couple of times. There aren't many cars here; we can probably shake
them off. If not, we'll drive back to the city center, shake them off on foot in a crowded area, then find
a place to hide and wait for someone to pick us up. In a city with over ten million people, as long as we don't move, we should be
fine ." "Okay." Wenlong took out his phone and started contacting Beijing.

If Hou Longtao had driven straight back into the city, although he wouldn't have gotten rid of the Jetta, his plan would still have
a fifty percent chance of success. Instead, he drove around in circles, determined to leave
Pudong without any worries. A dozen minutes later, the Jetta was nowhere to be seen. "Hehehe, okay,
how do we get there now?" "Ask me? How should I know? You've been driving the whole time." Wenlong
feigned .

"Damn it, the map's with you." "I was on the phone just now, how could I remember the way?
I don't know where we are, what good is a map?" "Damn it, there aren't even any road signs
." Hou Longtao slowed down, looking around. They were in a newly built residential area,
seemingly not all of them occupied yet. "Let's open the window and ask," he said, slowly pulling the car over to the side of the road.

Wenlong had just rolled down his window, intending to ask the newspaper vendor for directions, "Brother, this is..." when suddenly
a screeching sound of tires screeching against the pavement rang out, undoubtedly from a sudden turn, acceleration, or
braking. Hou Longtao, who was lighting a cigarette with his head down, reacted remarkably quickly; without even looking up, his
foot was already on the accelerator. But it was too late. Two cars that rushed out from around the corner had already
rammed into them, one after the other.
The newly started "Cruiser" crashed into the "Bluebird" blocking its path, but because it hadn't yet gained speed
, it couldn't get past. Several burly men wielding clubs jumped out of the enemy vehicle. One of them
smashed the windshield of the "Cruiser's" driver's side window and tried to open the door. The others also
started smashing the car. "You little bastards, get
the hell out here! You Beijing punks dare to cause trouble in Shanghai?

You're asking for it!" "Go to hell!" Hou Longtao slammed the steering wheel to the right and floored the accelerator. The "Cruiser" scraped against the right side of the "Bluebird" with a hissing sound as
its left front corner scraped against
the sidewalk. But once the resistance was gone, it immediately shot off like a wild horse.

"Chase it! Chase it!" A group of people rushed into their cars, but the "Cruiser" had already
disappeared from their sight. "Hey, where did he go?" one of them shouted into his walkie-talkie. "He
turned right at the second intersection ahead, he can't escape." This was said from a Shanghai Public Security Bureau
helicopter.

"Mr. Mao, there were only two young men in the car. Wu Beiying has probably already left from Hongqiao Airport." "What a
useless piece of trash!" Mao Zhengyi slapped his forehead hard. Only now did he realize Wu Beiying had betrayed him.
Unable to find a single completely reliable subordinate, Mao asked, "Is there a man wearing black-rimmed glasses?" "Yes,
the one driving." "We must capture him alive; the other one's life or death is irrelevant." Mao understood that the evidence
had likely already left Shanghai, and the only hope of salvaging the situation was to use Hou Longtao as a hostage.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mao, we'll definitely catch him." "Don't worry my ass! How many times have you told me to relax?
When have I ever truly relaxed? Listen carefully, if Hou Longtao gets away, don't bother calling me again.
Just take your men, your wife and kids, and jump off the Oriental Pearl Tower."
Mao Zhengyi had given a death order; if they couldn't catch him, he might even jump off the TV tower himself…

"Fourth Brother, your hand is bleeding." "Huh?" Hou Longtao glanced at the back of his left hand, which
was indeed covered in blood. "It's nothing, probably just a cut from broken glass." "Stop packing." "Stop?"
"Hehehe, damn, I never thought we brothers would have to run for our lives one day." Wenlong laughed and lit a cigarette. "Hmph,
it's our turn now." "Where to?" "Back to the city. Shanghai has a subway, right? Let's check
it out."

Hou Longtao spoke calmly, but he was completely uncertain. He had no sense of direction. The sky was heavily overcast
. Although it wasn't even 2:00 PM, the sun was already out of sight, and even the Oriental Pearl Tower, supposedly visible from all over
Shanghai , was nowhere to be seen. A wind
had picked up. Several windows of the cruiser were smashed, giving the impression of impending doom.

The rain finally started, not heavy, but it was heavy. "Damn it!" Hou Longtao's left arm was
soaked. He was terrified, afraid to stop the car, much less abandon it and walk. Wenlong, on the other hand, was quite fortunate
. His window had been rolled down during the attack, so it hadn't been broken, saving him from getting wet.
"Let's find a place to switch cars," Wenlong said, not noticing the pursuing vehicle in his rearview mirror.

"No need, see that bridge ahead?" "Of course, how could I
not see ?" "I don't know if it's Yangpu, Nanpu, Xupu, or Fengpu (the Lupu Bridge wasn't finished yet at that time),
but it's the road back to the city. Once we cross the bridge, we'll basically have made a victorious escape." Hou Longtao,
like a blind cat, stumbled upon a dead mouse.

A Huanghai bus and a Changhe minivan followed the battered "Cruiser" onto
the bridge. Actually, these two vehicles had been following the "Cruiser" for several minutes, but because there were no suspicious sudden
movements , they hadn't attracted Hou Longtao's special attention. The road was slippery from the rain, and Hou Longtao was getting soaked, so he
wasn't driving very fast, staying in the slow lane closest to the bridge railing. The Huanghai had even merged into the inner lane to
smoothly overtake.

The two young men resumed their cheerful conversation. As they drove through the middle of the bridge, they caught up with the "
Huang Hai " "Damn, driving so slowly, what was the point of that last lane change..." Hou Longtao's words were cut short when the "Huang Hai" suddenly
began to force its way into the other lane. "Holy shit!" Hou Longtao slammed on the brakes. He couldn't avoid it; the bridge had no
bike lane, only a median strip separated by low stone blocks on the right, beyond which lay the
dark, stormy waters of the Huangpu River.

The "Huang Hai," which had been slowing down, braked halfway through the lane change, effectively
cutting off Hou Longtao from the side. The "Cruiser" had plunged headfirst into its belly. Before Hou Longtao could
react, the "Changhe" following behind him braced itself against the "Cruiser's" rear, rendering it unable
to move .

"Damn it, we're still stuck." Hou Longtao gave a bitter smile. Even now, he still didn't feel
particularly threatened. Even if he was captured, his life wouldn't be in danger. He understood that he had
value as a hostage. Seeing a dozen or so men armed with knives and clubs disembark from the "Huanghai" and "Changhe" and surround the "Cruiser,"
they asked, "What do you want, Wenlong? Fight or surrender?"

"Fight? How? My name is Lin Wenlong, not Li Xiaolong." "Alright, then let's not suffer this
loss." The two men pushed open their respective airbags, got out of the car, and raised their hands high,
smiles on their faces. "No need to fight, we'll go with you." The surrounding men continued
to approach them unhurriedly. The prey had already fallen into the trap; there was no need to rush.

A Nissan Bluebird with a damaged front end came to a stop. The driver jumped out first, grabbing
the steering wheel lock, and rushed towards Hou Longtao, smashing it repeatedly. He hated this little bastard. It turned out the
Bluebird was his own; although the company would definitely pay for repairs, seeing his beloved car wrecked still hurt
terribly .

Caught off guard, Hou Longtao had no time to dodge and instinctively used his left arm
to block. He seemed to vaguely hear a "crack," then cried out, "Ah!" Hou Longtao knelt on one knee, his right hand
on the ground, his left arm hanging limply. He was sweating profusely from the pain, his shoulders trembling. He knew his arm
was likely broken, or at least fractured. "You son of a bitch!"

"You little bastard!" the driver raised the long lock again. "Enough!" Two men rushed forward and pulled him back. "Boss Mao
wants him alive." In that brief moment of delay, Wenlong leaped forward, snatched the weapon from the driver's hand, gripped it
with both hands , and stabbed it heavily into the driver's abdomen. Then, he raised his front hand and pressed down with his back, the lock
striking the driver's chin squarely. The driver passed out without even a scream;
his jawbone was probably shattered.

This stirred up a hornet's nest. A whole group of people rushed forward. In the ensuing fight,
orders . Besides, Boss Mao wanted Hou Longtao; they didn't care about the other's life or death. "Thud," "Thud,"
Wenlong was immediately slashed twice in the back. As he fell to the ground, the lock slipped from his grasp.

Hou Longtao looked up and saw several people kicking and beating Wenlong, who lay in a pool of blood. His head buzzed
. He grabbed a long lock in front of him, leaped up, knocked down one of
the thugs , and, enduring the excruciating pain in his left arm, grabbed Wenlong by the collar, pulling him backward while wildly
swinging his weapon. He looked like a madman, his eyes bloodshot, and for a moment, no enemy
could get close.

Hou Longtao's back was already against the bridge railing. He pulled Wenlong up, "Wenlong, Wen..."
"Dragon." "Fourth...Fourth Brother, if you have a chance...you should retreat first, and later...later help me get a few more...a few more
big secrets, that'll do..." "Don't talk nonsense...if you come any closer, I'll fucking jump in!" He
shouted the last half of his sentence at the approaching enemy. "Don't do anything rash." They really slowed their pace even more, after all, a dead Hou Longtao
was not an option.

Hou Longtao let the delirious Wenlong lean against him, freed his left hand, unbuckled his belt,
passed it through Wenlong's waist belt, threw down the iron lock with his right hand, and then fastened the belt again. He knew very well that these people
only wanted him. If Wenlong fell into their hands, he would be half-crippled if not dead. Now there was no other way out. "
Bastards , if I, Hou Longtao, don't die this time, you can expect to be wiped out and your entire family wiped out." "

Damn it, the little bastard is going to jump into the river." "Several people noticed something was wrong and tried to grab him, but
they were too late. 'We brothers will hang together,' Hou Longtao said, tightly holding Wenlong.
With a push of his feet and a backward lean, the two of them flipped over the bridge railing and
plunged into the Huangpu River, dozens of meters below the bridge. Leaving aside whether they would drown, the impact alone knocked Hou Longtao
unconscious—something he hadn't anticipated…

Shanghai was shrouded in gloom and rain, while Beijing was bathed in sunshine. Situ Qingying stepped out of the taxi. Today, she
wasn't wearing makeup, but rather a short-sleeved, peach-colored fitted t-shirt, light blue
overalls , white sneakers, and a small black backpack. Combined with her long braid, she looked
delicate and youthful. She lit a cigarette, glanced up at a window upstairs, smiled sweetly, and
entered the doorway.

" These past few days, Situ Qingying and her nine sworn brothers, along with their henchmen, have smashed up several of Hou Longtao
's internet cafes. She had expected the man her godfather spoke highly of to retaliate immediately, but "Dongxing"
remained completely silent. Although "Tyrannosaurus" had given her a serious warning, she had never taken Hou Longtao
seriously now she paid him even less attention. Today, she was going to fulfill
a wish that had been lingering in her mind since Qingming Festival.

When Situ Qingying was three years old, she and nine other boys from the same orphanage were adopted by "Tyrannosaurus."
From then on, she grew up in a criminal environment for eighteen years, surrounded by uncouth and ruthless people.
While "Tyrannosaurus" wasn't inherently evil, he was completely clueless about raising children, and his "uncles" and
"grandpas" were even worse, often talking in front of little girls about how to make women
cry and scream.

Over time, Situ Qingying's young mind was deeply marked by the belief that women were a weak
group . But that environment also cultivated her resilience. She wanted to fight against her "fate," she refused to be
a "weakling" to be manipulated, she wanted to be a "strong" one who manipulated others. From the age of thirteen or fourteen, she went out to fight
with and she was the most ruthless. Soon, her reputation surpassed that of her brothers, making her
the most dangerous member of the "Nine Dragons and One Phoenix."

Situ Qingying had a natural "weakness": she was very beautiful and developed early and well, which
inevitably led to her being pursued by boys. She beat up countless admirers because of this, until no one dared to kneel before her anymore
. But a new problem arose: she began to have physical needs. By the time she was eighteen, besides "
self-entertainment ," she began following "Tyrannosaurus Rex" or "Nine Dragons" to bars and dance halls to pick up girls
. The number of women she "slept with" was no less than Hou Longtao's

. Throughout Situ Qingying's upbringing, no one had ever given her motherly care, which led to her special interest in
older women. However, she had never encountered a beautiful
woman whose appearance and demeanor met her standards. This explained why, a week ago, upon first seeing the mature and glamorous He Liping, she felt
her breasts swell, her vagina immediately become wet, and even her uterus contracted. This also explained why she
disobeyed "Tyrannosaurus Rex's" orders.

Through her connections at the Public Security Bureau, Situ Qingying found out He Liping's address and some basic information.
To her disbelief, her target was already thirty-nine years old. But this wasn't bad news;
it only intensified her interest. She now stood outside He Liping's door and rang the doorbell. A burst of
electronic music... The girl outside the door was a little nervous.

"Who is it?" He Liping asked again, but there was still no answer. The doorbell rang again. She
opened the front door; there was another security door with a screen window on the outside. "Are you looking for Nuonuo? She's still scolding..." Her
first impression was that the girl outside was looking for her daughter, but she immediately realized she was wrong. She saw
the long braid. "You...you are...the girl on Phoenix Mountain that day?"

"Sister Ping, can I come in?" Situ Qingying smiled sweetly again, her expression even friendlier. She could tell that
the other girl had originally intended to open the door, but stopped after recognizing her. "Is there something you need?"
He Liping still showed no intention of inviting the outsider into the house. The girl's gaze that day had left a deep
impression on her; she had only ever seen that kind of look when she was making love with Hou Longtao.

"There's something I need to discuss, it's about Hou Longtao." Situ Qingying's gaze was scattered, trying to avoid letting her
eyes linger on the woman inside. "Longtao? What happened to Longtao?" "You know about
the conflict between Hou Longtao and my godfather, right?" "Your godfather? What conflict?" "Hehe, it's all over town now. I'm
in the know too, you don't need to hide it from me." "What? What's all over town?"

"You really don't know?" Looking at He Liping's unpretentious expression, Situ Qingying knew she wasn't
pretending . "My godfather is the top figure in the Beijing underworld. Hou Longtao offended him, and they've already started fighting
. Of course, the situation hasn't gotten too serious yet." "What exactly happened?" "Are we just going to talk like this,
through this door?" "If you don't welcome me, I'll take my leave."

"Ah! Please come in, please come in." He Liping opened the security door. She knew Hou Longtao
had some , and being frightened by him like this, she was genuinely worried about her lover. Situ Qingying entered the house, without waiting...
Invited by the host, she sat down on the large sofa and placed her small bag beside her. "It seems you don't hold a very high position in
Hou Longtao's heart. He doesn't tell you anything.

" He Liping was gentle and virtuous. Although the "guest" was rude, she did not lose her manners. She took a can of
drink from the refrigerator and placed it in front of the girl. "Longtao must be afraid that I will worry. He can handle any difficulty."
"Hmph, foolish." Situ Qingying saw that the girl she admired had deep feelings for that stinky man,
and couldn't help but feel jealous. "Handle any difficulty? I don't think he can get past that hurdle." "Please explain yourself
more clearly, okay?"

"Okay." Situ Qingying exaggerated the conflict between Hou Longtao and "Tyrannosaurus Rex" tenfold, and also
exaggerated the strength of "Tyrannosaurus Rex" tenfold. If what she said was true, then Hou Longtao was indeed doomed. Meanwhile,
Situ Qingying casually glanced at He Liping. Although He Liping was dressed casually in loose
jeans and a t-shirt, without any makeup, it couldn't hide her stunning figure and natural beauty.

He Liping knew she couldn't completely trust this girl's words, but she couldn't completely disbelieve them either. "Why
are telling me all this?" "Because I have a way to save him. As long as I plead with my godfather, saving that kid's
life shouldn't be too difficult." "I still want to ask why. Why do you want to save him?" "Guess."
Situ Qingying smiled slightly, a faint blush rising on her face.

Looking at the girl's expression, He Liping frowned. "You...you want to be with Long Tao?" "What!?"
"You want to be Long Tao's girlfriend? Getting my consent alone won't be of much use. The most important thing
is that you should go directly to him. After all, he's the one who makes the decisions." "What are you talking about!?"
Situ Qingying's face turned even redder, but this time it was from anger...

End of Chapter 91

How can a golden carp be confined to a pond? Author: monkey (This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

Chapter 92 New Shanghai Bund (Part 3) 4/11/2003

Situ Qingying jumped up, her eyebrows raised and her almond eyes wide open. "What nonsense are you talking about! How could I
want to be with him? I hate men!" "..." He Liping, sitting on the small sofa, didn't know what to say for a moment.
Her face was full of surprise, not because she hated men, but because the other party's outburst was too sudden and had no
warning.

Situ Qingying realized she had frightened the beautiful woman and quickly sat down. She tried desperately to even out
her breathing , but she was still panting. "Huff... I don't want to be with Hou Longtao." "Then... then
what do you want?" "I want you." "Want... want me!?" He Liping suddenly thought of Ruyun and Yueling.
"You are... you are a lesbian..." "So what if I am? As long as you are willing to be my woman, I will ask my godfather to spare
Hou Longtao's life."

"Dream on!" This time it was He Liping's turn to get angry. She strode to the door and opened it. "
Get out of here!" Actually, if Situ Qingying had half of Hou Longtao's patience, analyzing the situation and explaining the pros and cons,
she might have been able to persuade He Liping. But she used a scoundrel's arrogant tone. Even if
He Liping was worried about her lover, and even if Hou Longtao didn't care about the charade between women,
she would never agree.

But this can't be entirely blamed on Situ Qingying; she only knows this one method of dealing with women. With "Nine Dragons and One
Phoenix," those young delinquents are too busy currying favor to even think about it. For "Sister Phoenix," finding a girl to sleep with is incredibly easy
. Occasionally, she encounters someone with some resistance to "homosexuality," but a few harsh words or threats are all it takes
. In all these years, she's only ever used violence once. Today, she's using
the method .

Looking at He Liping's resolute expression, Situ Qingying grew increasingly fond of her. Her clenched fist relaxed; she hadn't entirely been unprepared
for coercion to fail . She couldn't act impulsively; she had to proceed with the pre-arranged second plan. A smile suddenly appeared on her face. "You want me to leave? No problem," she said , pulling an empty mineral water bottle
from her small bag . "It's very hot outside; could you get me some water?" He Liping immediately knew the other was being unreasonable. "Are you kidding me? There's a convenience store , and you haven't even touched that can of drink. Take it with you." "Sister Ping, don't you know that kind of drink isn't good for your health? These days, mineral water isn't very reliable either; I prefer plain water." Situ Qingying's face was unyielding, her legs crossed, arms outstretched on the back of the sofa. "You...you..." He Liping gasped for breath, "How can such a pretty young lady act like a scoundrel ?" "There's no need to curse, is there? Just fill up a bottle of water for me, and I'll leave, okay?" Situ Qingying pointed to a large glass bottle full of water on the TV cabinet. "Look how angry you are, is it really necessary? But you look so cute when you're angry, I really want to hug you and kiss you, touch you." "You...shameless!" He Liping cursed angrily, but still walked over and picked up the empty bottle from the coffee table. To be honest, she wasn't afraid of scoundrels. She had seen plenty of hooligans when she ran the internet cafe, but this one was a little different. She was a pretty girl with delicate clothes, and it seemed a little inappropriate to deal with her no matter how she handled her. While the beautiful woman was filling up the bottle with her back turned, Situ Qingying quickly took out a white towel and a brown medical reagent bottle from her small bag. She pressed the towel against the bottle opening, switched the position of her hands, and some of the liquid flowed onto the towel. The girl put down the bottle, then suddenly leaped behind He Liping, wrapping her left arm around her waist and forcefully covering her mouth and nose with a towel in her right hand. "Ugh..." The sudden attack startled He Liping. She couldn't possibly think to hold her breath; before she could even resist, she felt dizzy, and her raised arms fell limply. "Crash!" The water bottle in her hand fell to the wooden floor and shattered. Although the woman's body was already limp, the attacker was still a little uneasy. She waited another ten seconds or so before gently laying her down on the ground and running to close the door. Situ Qingying took a deep breath, squatted down, and admired her soon-to-be-captured prey. He Liping's eyes were naturally closed, her expression peaceful, and her breathing even, as if she were asleep.

In fact, Situ Qingying's actions were extremely dangerous. If He Liping had a weak constitution or some kind of illness,
inhaling large amounts of ether could be life-threatening. However, since getting together with Hou Longtao, she herself was unaware that
her constitution had greatly improved, the reason for which was unknown.

Situ Qingying took out a pair of handcuffs from the large pocket of her jeans, cuffed the beautiful woman's hands behind her back, then
put her own hands under her armpits, dragging her body onto the large bed in the bedroom. She got off the bed herself,
took two steps back, and said, "Sister Ping, what's so good about stinky men? Don't you think my body is more beautiful?" As she spoke,
the girl's breathing became rapid. She first unbuttoned the four buttons on her waist, then moved her hands to
the two breast buttons of her jeans, and with a gentle twist, the entire pair of baggy pants fell down to her ankles.

The peach-pink t-shirt and white shoes and socks were gone, leaving Situ Qingying in only a set of
cute, pure white girlish underwear. Although she was a lesbian, she was still a girl, and she loved cleanliness and
knew how to dress herself. She would never wear men's or old-fashioned styles, nor would she
wear sexy underwear to please men like other adult women (that was her idea). Simple girlish style was a good choice.

Situ Qingying had very fair skin and a great figure. Even wearing a bra
and panties that offered no support, she still had a curvaceous figure, truly a perfectly ripe peach. She stood
there quietly, admiring He Liping's "sleeping posture." Before coming today, she had already inquired and found out that Xue Nuo
wouldn't leave school until 5:00 at the earliest, so she had plenty of time.

The girl reached one of her delicate hands behind her back, lightly pinching with two fingers. She then crossed her arms, flicked
her hands on her shoulders,
and let them fall. Her snow-white bra slid down her smooth upper body, revealing two even whiter breasts that trembled slightly in the air. The two brown nipples shyly
hid in the areolas, only slightly peeking out, not very noticeable, perhaps because they hadn't yet been stimulated
.

This wouldn't last long. Situ Qingying's hands were already supporting her breasts from below,
gently "caring" for these beautiful "little sisters." As her breathing gradually quickened and became heavier, her hands
increased the pressure, and the kneading became more and more intense. Her two middle fingers pressed against the nipples, and when she released them,
the two nipples seemed to be sucked out, slowly hardening and growing until her four fingers could pinch and play with
them .

Because of Situ Qingying's status, she hadn't personally fought anyone for over a year, so her originally short
nails had grown long. She liked to use her long nails to scratch the milk ducts on the tips of her nipples, "Ah...
ah..." Streams of pleasure spread outwards in a net-like pattern. Her high breasts changed shape in her hands,
soft flesh squeezing out from between her fingers, smooth and shiny like silk.

The caressing of her breasts was just the prelude; the fire in Situ Qingying's lower abdomen gradually ignited. Her
right hand continued to knead her swollen breasts, while her left hand pressed against her flat stomach, sliding down and into her
panties. "Mmm..." The girl's sensitive clitoris was already erect, protruding from the foreskin;
the touch immediately produced a pleasure that made her legs tremble.

Masturbation was second nature to Situ Qingying. She pressed her middle finger firmly against her clitoris, grinding it, while her index and
ring fingers supported her labia majora. "Ah...whoosh..." Her fingers trembled along with her breath. Her middle finger
could no longer stay on that spot; with a slight shift, it plunged entirely into her wet, hot vagina. The slippery
vaginal flesh seemed alive, frantically wrapping around the girl's finger.

Situ Qingying's right hand left her breast and moved to her buttocks, slowly caressing them, carefully
savoring the feel of the fine cotton underwear, the smooth skin, the fullness of her buttocks, and the deep cleft. She even deliberately stuck
her buttocks out, gently touching her tightly closed anus with the pad of her middle finger. The feeling was
indescribably good. "Ah... Sister Ping, do you have any reason to refuse a body like this?

" This girl, lost in self-absorption, was probably not only a lesbian but also had a
tendency towards . She was especially satisfied with her buttocks. This was understandable; her buttocks were beautifully shaped and firm,
clearly the kind that were very elastic. She loved wearing tight leather pants, which were quite suitable for her when riding her motorcycle.
Every time she wore those pants into bars or nightclubs, her swaying buttocks would attract the greedy gazes of
men , sometimes even whistling. However, their fates were never good.

Throughout the masturbation, Situ Qingying's eyes never left He Liping. Suddenly, she noticed He Liping's
body twitch slightly and she let out a soft "hmm," knowing the drug's effects were wearing off quickly. She hadn't
expected it to happen so fast. "Sigh," the girl sighed. She hadn't reached orgasm yet. Helpless, she took off
her underwear, threw it on the bed, and climbed on top of the woman, kneeling astride her.

Situ Qingying gently touched He Liping's face, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
"So beautiful. If I had a mother, she would be just as beautiful as you." The girl bent down and kissed the
woman's red lips, pinching her cheek with her right hand, applying slight pressure. He Liping wasn't fully awake; she was
in a semi-conscious state, but she could feel the pain and unconsciously opened her mouth.

As soon as a gap appeared in He Liping's jaw, Situ Qingying's tongue slipped into her mouth, where it was
fragrant and warm. The two slippery tongues immediately intertwined, one completely active,
the other completely passive. The girl's left hand reached down and deftly unbuttoned the beautiful woman's pants, pulling
her jeans down to below her buttocks, then pulling up her t-shirt until her
large breasts, encased in her bra, were exposed.

"Hoo..." Situ Qingying slightly raised her head, exhaling a fragrant breath, then buried her face in
He Liping 's neck, licking and kissing her smooth skin with her tongue, even gently biting her earlobe
. Her hands, through the bra, forcefully pushed against her large breasts, her movements anything but gentle, completely like a
savage man. This wasn't because Situ Qingying was naturally fond of roughness in bed; as the saying goes, she
had been "educated" this way since childhood.

"Mmm...mmm..." He Liping unconsciously made a nasal sound, her body beginning to twist slightly, as
her upper body's erogenous zones were being "invaded." Situ Qingying, seeing her prey's positive response, was delighted.
She pushed aside He Liping's bra, adjusted the position of her own breasts with both hands, and while kissing her, pressed down on her
breasts, constantly shaking her body, causing the four mounds of white, tender flesh to squeeze and rub against each other.

"Ah..." Situ Qingying tilted her head back again, her nipples being squeezed
out of place by He Liping's elastic breasts, pulling on her areolas, as if being forcefully pulled. At the same time, she could feel that the woman beneath her
not only had breasts two sizes larger than hers, but even her nipples were large and hard, pressing against her own breasts—
it felt incredibly pleasurable. She lifted herself up, and upon looking down, a sudden surge of resentment welled up within her.

From the outside, He Liping's attire appeared quite simple, but underneath she wore a strikingly vibrant set of
lingerie . The pale purple base was adorned with irregularly blooming red and white peony patterns, accentuated by undulating ruffles.
Although devoid of lace, it exuded a luxurious yet sexy charm; the sheen of the material and the fineness of the embroidery clearly indicated
its high quality. The three-quarter cup bra and the fully covered panties, while not revealing, further emphasized her allure.

"Hmph, hmph..." Situ Qingying bit her lip. She understood that He Liping was dressed for Hou Longtao's benefit.
Most of He Liping's previous lingerie had been discarded by Hou Longtao; the remaining pieces, along with the newly purchased ones, had all undergone his
"inspection"—either sexy or elegant. She had no choice, nor any reason to choose. The girl, of course, didn't
know this; she simply assumed that the woman she fancied dressed like this to please the scoundrel.

In Situ Qingying's mind, the image of Hou Longtao pinning He Liping down and frantically ravaging her flashed before her eyes. She could almost
hear the woman's painful cries. "Sister Ping, why are you doing this? You dress up for him, but he doesn't appreciate
you. Don't worry, I'll let you experience true sexual pleasure." The girl bent down and took
one of the beautiful woman's nipples into her mouth, sucking it noisily, her hands squeezing and releasing her breast
flesh.

"Mmm...mmm..." He Liping could feel the pleasure, but she couldn't open her eyes, and she didn't know
where . Only her subconscious was active. Since the pleasure was coming from her breasts, she must be being
loved by her lover. "Husband...mmm...Longtao..." He Liping called out very softly, and a little unclearly, but
the girl on top of her understood clearly. Those two sounds were enough to ignite her jealousy.

“I won’t lose to him.” Situ Qingying sucked even harder, one hand slipping inside He Liping’s
panties , her thumb pressing and rubbing her clitoris, which was about the size of a soybean. Two fingers plunged heavily into her not
-so-wet vagina, stirring and digging fiercely. “Ah…it hurts…” He Liping frowned. Her subconscious was already
telling her that this wasn’t her lover, that Hou Longtao would never hurt her.

Situ Qingying quickly stopped. She was truly heartbroken and didn’t want her beloved to suffer. She
pulled her fingers out of her vagina and brought them to her face. Looking at the small amount of clear love fluid on them, she suddenly
shoved them into her mouth and sucked hard. “Ah…so fragrant, so sweet…” Whether it was psychological or not,
she felt that this was the most pleasurable liquid she had ever tasted in her life.

"I want more..." Situ Qingying shifted to the side, pulled up He Liping's waistband with both hands, and
ripped it off in one go. She didn't even have time to admire the beautiful woman's fair and slender legs before kneeling at her feet,
pulling down her panties as well, then grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs wide. The girl
leaned forward, her cherry lips pressing against the beautiful woman's vulva.

“Um…you…you…what are you doing? Stop…” He Liping finally regained consciousness, but she was still weak all over and
couldn’t even lift her head. She tried to move her arms, only to find that her hands were handcuffed behind her back.
A wet, slippery tongue was inserted into her vagina. How could it not be uncomfortable? It wasn’t that she didn’t like the feeling
, but she didn’t like the person who gave her this feeling. “Let…let me go…Situ Qingying…let me go
…”

“You’re awake?” Situ Qingying raised her head from between the beautiful woman’s legs, a smile on her face. “You remember my
name? How about it, Sister Ping, I’m not inferior to Hou Longtao, am I?” “Pah! Let me go, you…female hooligan
…” “Hehe, you’re just being stubborn.” The girl took her vagina into her mouth again and grabbed her
breasts , twisting her small, chimney-like nipples. “Hmm, Sister Ping’s pubic hair is so sparse, like a little girl’s, so cute .
”

“Shut up, ah… um… stop it…” He Liping’s resistance wasn’t very fierce. Although she had
some strength, and although she didn’t like being molested by Situ Qingying like this, subconsciously she knew
she wasn’t in any real danger. If a man did this to her, she would definitely
cry and scream, resisting to the death, absolutely preferring to die rather than surrender.

In today’s society, beautiful women always receive special treatment, from finding jobs and avoiding
traffic tickets to the sentencing standards in criminal cases. Today, this “principle” also applies. He Liping’s legs
were free to move, and she could easily kick the girl off the bed, but because Situ Qingying was
pretty and had delicate features, kicking her seemed a bit too much of a conscience, so He Liping only verbally
condemned her.

Situ Qingying's oral sex skills were rather poor. She only knew how to suck and bite the labia with her mouth, occasionally sticking
her tongue into the vagina to explore. Compared to Yue Ling, who was well-versed in this art, even
Ru Yan, who was relatively new to the profession, was far superior. So, although she tried quite hard, He Liping's pleasure was very
limited.

On the other hand, He Liping not only had no feelings for Situ Qingying, but was also full of resistance,
which further diminished the physical sensations. If it were Hou Longtao, even a simple hug and kiss
would be enough to make her swoon. "What...what are you doing? Let me go, I won't pursue this."

Situ Qingying could hear a hint of impatience in the other's voice. Knowing she
wasn't simply stopped trying. Besides, she had already been aroused for quite a while and was really
starting to lose control. The girl immediately stood up, sat between He Liping's wide-open legs, put her left leg
on top of He Liping's right leg, lifted He Liping's right leg, and hugged it tightly in front of her.

"What are you doing?!" He Liping tried her best to lift her head. Of course, she knew what the girl was going to do. Hou Longtao
liked watching her and Ruyun like this, but a look of surprise still appeared on her face because she saw
Situ Qingying 's vulva. It was smooth and pink, without a single hair. The labia were slightly parted, and the middle was wet.
It looked even more delicate than her own daughter's vulva. "You...you..."

"Hehe, I've never grown any hair there. People call it a 'white tiger.' Do you like it? Do you want to
kiss it?" Situ Qingying said, as if she was about to get up. "No, no, what nonsense are you talking about? How
could I like it?" He Liping hurriedly refused, using her buttocks to try to move her body backward, while trying to pull her legs out of
the girl 's embrace. "Let me go, let me go."

Situ Qingying would not let her prey escape. She tightly hugged He Liping's calves, rubbed her buttocks forward, and pressed
her He Liping's red vulva. The two beautiful female genitalia clamped together
immediately their four thick labia intertwined, creating a scene of unimaginable eroticism.

"Ah..." He Liping's body trembled, feeling as if the other woman's vagina had a suction force, pulling
the tender flesh of her own vagina outwards. Her upper body, which she had slightly raised using her waist and abdomen, fell heavily back onto the bed.
"No... ah... no..." "Feels... good now... um..." Situ Qingying felt
exactly the same as . She began to sway her beautiful hips up and down and side to side, causing her two wet, gushing vulvas to rub against each other.

Despite Situ Qingying's poor oral skills, her skill in rubbing was superb. Her waist and abdomen were both flexible and powerful, moving with a wide range of
motion and great speed, yet she never separated their vulvas. "Ah...ah...ah..." He
Liping tried her best not to let the sudden pleasure overwhelm her. She could definitely do it; compared to the intense
sensations she felt when making love with Hou Longtao, this was nothing. But there was pleasure, and it was impossible to be completely unresponsive.

Hearing the beautiful woman's panting, and watching her full breasts rise and fall with her breath, Situ Qingying was certain
her efforts hadn't been in vain. She began to lick the jade-like leg in her arms; the sweet skin was as
smooth , its luster undiminished by age. "Ah...Sister Ping...I love you...Sister Ping..." The girl's thrusts became faster and
more powerful, the "glug-glug" sounds coming from her lower body, accelerating the expansion of her cells.

"Ah..." Both beauties threw their heads back and thrust their chests out. Situ Qingying was experiencing an orgasm, while He Liping was experiencing
it from the girl's thrusts. This position lasted for about ten seconds before their stiff bodies suddenly relaxed. After a long while, the two
panting women finally calmed down. Situ Qingying slowly crawled to He Liping's side and lightly kissed her on the cheek
. "Sister Ping, you don't miss Hou Longtao anymore, right?" "Aren't you going to let me go?" He Liping smiled slightly,
her expression very friendly.

"Oh." Situ Qingying felt a surge of excitement and hurriedly got out of bed, took out the key from her pocket, and unlocked
the handcuffs . Once He Liping's hands were free, she immediately pushed away the girl who wanted to hug her,
rolled off the bed, and yelled, "Are you out of your mind? Long Tao is a hundred times better than you. I only have eyes for him.
Get out of here! I really don't know what's going on today!
" Unexpectedly, Situ Qingying obediently put on her clothes,
showing . She paused at the bedroom door, tears welling in her eyes. "Sister Ping, I'm better than him.
Just you wait and see. I will definitely defeat Hou Long Tao, and then I'll come back to find you." "Everything started too suddenly,
and ended too suddenly, leaving He Liping standing there naked, stunned…

?" "Hmm…" Hou Longtao struggled to open his eyes. He looked around; it seemed to be a
spacious bedroom. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling emitted a soft, not-at-all-glaring light, perhaps
because the bed was surrounded by white gauze curtains. He sat up; his left arm felt no pain, as if it had never been injured.
He lifted the thin blanket covering him and realized he was naked.

Hou Longtao climbed to the foot of the bed and peeked his head out from behind the curtains. The room was luxuriously furnished, with several European-style oil paintings hanging on the walls
. "Where am I? Where's Wenlong?" Just as he was about to get out of bed, a series
of knocks sounded at the door. Hou Longtao quickly lay back down. He wasn't sure if the person was friend or foe, so
it was best not to make a move. But the person outside just kept knocking softly, as if they knew he was awake and were asking for
permission to enter.

"Come in," Hou Longtao said, thinking there might be a camera inside. Whether he pretended to be unconscious or not didn't matter; he might
as find out what was going on. He could vaguely see the door open, and a graceful figure walked to the bedside—
it was a woman. "Making me knock for so long, don't you miss your little sister Hongdou?" "The person who came spoke Mandarin with a
Cantonese accent. The curtains at the foot of the bed opened to the sides, and standing there was none other than
Cherie Chung, wearing a black transparent halter nightgown...

? ? End of Chapter Ninety-Two

? ? How can a golden carp be confined to a pond? Author: monkey (This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental)

? ? Chapter Ninety-Three New Shanghai Bund (Part Four) 4/11/2003-4/12/2003

? ? Hou Longtao sat up abruptly, glancing sideways at the woman in front of the bed, "Cherie Chung?" He rubbed
his eyes hard, "Where is Wenlong? Where am I? Why are you here? Was I arrested by Mao Zhengyi?"
"Hmph, young people like to ask all sorts of questions," Cherie Chung slowly climbed onto the bed, as if to let
the man see every movement of her body. Her face was almost touching the young man's, "Life is short,
we should enjoy it while we can." "

The woman's soft voice was full of temptation, and Hou Longtao suddenly felt bewitched. He involuntarily
reached out and slipped his hand between Zhong Chuhong's arms, which were bracing against his legs. Through her silk nightgown, he cupped her
breasts. Judging from the weight on his hand, these breasts were indeed enormous, like
clouds his ten fingers sank into the soft flesh.

"Mmm..." Zhong Chuhong closed her eyes, her sexy lips slightly parted, a look of ecstasy on her face. She leaned forward and gave
the man a light kiss on the lips. "Want to live for the moment?" "Yes." Her favorite...
The actress offered herself to him, and it was impossible to refuse. Hou Longtao grabbed the woman's two shoulder straps and ripped them
apart with a "ripping" sound. The silk nightgown was torn in two.

"Ugh, don't be so rough," Zhong Chuhong slapped the man's chest, her hands lingering on his
breasts, slowly caressing them. "Young man, you're really strong." She
breathed a fragrant, warm breath into his face. Hou Longtao seemed to be jolted, leaning back and
grabbing the beauty's long, wavy hair, pulling her down onto him and inserting his tongue into her mouth.

The kiss was wet and long. Zhong Chuhong seemed to have been untouched by a man for a long time, incredibly passionate. Hou Longtao only had
the upper hand for a few seconds before the woman began to frantically suck on his tongue, then probe her own tongue into his mouth, while her hands
groped and kneaded his firm muscles. When he was almost out of breath, Chung Chor-hung
began licking the man's neck, and continued downwards.

Being "served" by a woman and "serving" a woman are both equally pleasurable; Hou Longtao didn't care which came first
. Judging from "Red Bean Sister's" performance, this place must be safe, and he should enjoy it properly
. Chung Chor-hung was already kissing the man's chest, her smooth tongue slowly circling his nipple
, and when it became erect, she sucked it into her warm, moist mouth.

"Mmm..." Hou Longtao closed his eyes, feeling his navel being licked by the woman, and his "big snake"
below also rising. He suddenly remembered the two sentences Wenlong had said before the jump. He
sat up , forcing Chung Chor-hung to kneel upright as well. "What's wrong? Not satisfied with my service?" "
Where's Wenlong? Where's my brother?" "The kid who got stabbed twice? He's next door. I bet he's more
comfortable than you are right now."

Although Hou Longtao only saw lust on the woman's beautiful face, without a trace of deceit, he was still
uneasy. "Why should I believe you?" "Because I also hate Mao Zhengyi. You've seen
the photos of my husband and Yang Gongru, haven't you?" "How do you know I've seen them? What kind of place is this?" "If you want to know, you have to make
me happy first." Chung Chor-hung reached behind her and vigorously stroked his erect penis.
"You're not really not interested.

" "Hmph," Hou Longtao lay back down. If this really was a trap, there was nothing he could do. "Do
whatever ." He began to admire Chung Chu-hung's body. She was very mature, with large, firm breasts
that were completely unrecognizable in movies and photos. Her nipples were small and rosy, her abdomen was flat, her waist was slender, her
pelvis was wide, and between her legs was a dense patch of black hair trimmed into an inverted triangle. In every way, she looked
exactly like .

Chung Chu-hung changed her position, sitting on the man's face with her large buttocks. She stroked his penis
a few times with her right hand, then bent over and took the large glans into her cherry-like mouth. "Ah..." Hou Longtao thrust
his buttocks upward. The woman's mouth was wet and warm, which made him feel very comfortable. She pinched her two snow-white
buttocks with both hands. It was strange; even the feel was the same as Ru Yun's.

Perhaps he was overthinking things, or maybe he was just being too idealistic. He had so many questions,
but all he could think about was having sex with "Red Bean Sister," which was so unlike him. Hou Longtao pursed
his lips. "I can't worry about that now." He pressed his tongue against the woman's warm labia, licking them up and down.
Immediately, a warm current flowed into his mouth—the beauty's sweet love juice.

In return, Chung Chu-hung began sucking the man's large penis. She truly lived up to her title of "Big Mouth Beauty."
Hou Longtao size was now beyond that of an average person, but she could effortlessly take the entire thing in her mouth, sucking it with a "
slurping" sound. "Ahhh..." Hou Longtao was surprised to find himself about to ejaculate. Normally, even if he couldn't
hold back , his penis wouldn't "surrender" after just a few licks. "It's...it's coming out...

" Zhong Chuhong noticed that the man's legs were straight and he was constantly thrusting his hips upwards, so she knew he was about to ejaculate.
Hearing this, she was even more certain of her thoughts. But something illogical happened again. Instead of
speeding up the oral sex, she spat out his penis and didn't even move her hands. "Don't...don't stop, don't worry, I
'll get hard again soon." Hou Longtao urged anxiously, squeezing the woman's buttocks hard.

But Zhong Chuhong still didn't move, only blowing air onto the glans. "What do you mean?" Hou Longtao was
a little unhappy. He braced himself on the bed with both hands, moved his body back a little, and leaned against the headboard. "What are you laughing at?"
He could see that the woman's shoulders were trembling slightly, clearly trying hard not to laugh out loud.

"Hmph, what do I mean? What do you think I mean?" Chung Chu-hung's voice suddenly became deep and hoarse.
She turned her head, revealing an old and ugly face—it was Mao Zheng-yi. "You stole my things, so I'll make sure you have no descendants." A pair of scissors gleaming coldly appeared in her hand and slashed
fiercely at Hou Long-tao's crotch, who was already terrified. Blood splattered everywhere. "Ah!" Hou Longtao sat up abruptly. "Ah!" he cried out again, this time from the sharp pain in his arm, but he couldn't care less. He reached between his legs and touched himself. "Phew... still there." He then realized he was covered in cold sweat; he must have been having a nightmare. "Phew... phew..." "Fourth Brother, I'm worried when you're not awake, but when you are, you startle me like this. Is there any way you can be like this?" Hou Longtao turned his head, a smile already on his face. "Damn, how come Xiaoya isn't dead?" Less than two meters away from him was a bed, and a man was sitting against the wall on it, his naked upper body wrapped in several layers of gauze . It was Wenlong. "Heh, if you don't die, and I leave first, who knows how many good girls will suffer ?" "Wouldn't it be the same if you were here?" "Of course not, the more I ruin, the fewer you'll ruin ." "Hahaha, you bastard," Hou Longtao was genuinely happy to see Wenlong unharmed. "How did we get here?" He looked around. The walls were iron, covered in rust . There was a small round window on the upper part of the wall between the two beds and on the small iron door. The whole room felt a bit shaky; it was clearly a cramped cabin on a ship. "Do you know where we are?" "I'm not stupid, it's just a ship!" Hou Longtao slapped his wrist.

He sniffed, and a stench assaulted his nostrils. "It's probably still a garbage ship, right?" "Damn, I
can't believe you guessed that." "Alright, what happened?" "Hmph, if you ever want to jump into the river to
commit suicide , don't tie your belt to me. I almost got dragged down with you." Wenlong began to recount
what happened after Hou Longtao fell unconscious.

It turned out that Wenlong only suffered superficial injuries. Although he bled quite a bit and looked scary, it
wasn't that serious. And at the moment of falling into the water, he was on top, and Hou Longtao was on the bottom; he didn't experience any impact
and never lost consciousness. Wenlong spent a long time underwater untying his belt before finally
pulling the unconscious Hou Longtao to the surface.

Just then, a garbage ship collecting floating debris on the Huangpu River passed by. The people on board noticed someone
had fallen into the water and used lifebuoys to rescue both of them onto the ship. Coincidentally, these garbage ships are not usually allowed on the main channel; they
are only permitted to operate near the shore, and only
between . However, today, the garbage compartment door of a cruise ship opened automatically during its voyage, so
a garbage ship had to be urgently dispatched.

"This is what you call surviving a near-death experience." Hou Longtao rubbed his head, feeling a little dizzy, probably from a mild concussion.
"Why didn't you take me to the hospital? You just left me here unconscious? Are you even human?" "I'm not
that delicate. Aunt Qi said you look fine and your breathing is steady, so you probably don't have any internal injuries. Besides,
do you really want to go to the hospital? Mao's men are probably already waiting for us."

Hou Longtao knew, of course, that going to the hospital would likely be walking into a trap. He was just joking with Wenlong.
"Who is Aunt Qi?" "The owner of this boat, our savior." "I see," Hou Longtao
looked at his arm, the joint was immobilized with two metal bandages. "She knows medicine?" "It's said she was
a nurse during the Cultural Revolution, and probably treated many wounded from factional fighting."

"How long have we been here?" Hou Longtao glanced at the sky outside the window. It wasn't particularly dark yet, so it should
n't be nighttime. “It’s not even five o’clock yet,” Wenlong glanced at his watch. “It’s safe here. I think we should
wait for the rescue team.” “How do you know it’s safe?” “Nonsense. The sky was
so overcast earlier; you couldn’t even see us boarding the boat from the bridge. Even if you could see us, do you know
how many ?”

In fact, if it weren’t for luck, they would likely have been caught long ago. Their sense of security stemmed
from their lack of understanding of water transport regulations. When Hou Longtao entered the water, the boat was only halfway under
the bridge, so Mao Zhengyi’s men didn’t see it. By the time they reached the bridge, the
boat that had rescued Hou Longtao had already left. Mao Zhengyi’s thugs disregarded river transport regulations and called two “Nongkai”
motorboats, but Hou Longtao and Wenlong were nowhere to be seen.

This pointless salvage operation lasted for almost two hours. Everyone assumed their target had sunk to the bottom of the river.
For several hours, they dared not report to their master, after all, Mao wanted them alive. It wasn't until after 9:00 PM
, when Mao Zhengyi returned to Shanghai from Shenzhen, that he received the report. Needless to say, he flew into a rage. After calming down
slightly , his order was: "See him alive or dead." A dead Hou Longtao
was better than no Hou Longtao at all.

Most importantly, Mao Zhengyi didn't believe Hou Longtao was dead. Call it a sixth sense, call it whatever
, but he felt the kid couldn't have died so young. His first thought was that Hou Longtao might have been rescued by a passing
ship , so he immediately called the Shanghai Maritime Safety Administration, demanding they
send over the records of the waterway obstruction during that time period.

All of this happened within the next dozen or so hours; Hou Longtao and Wenlong didn't know it now,
and they probably never would. "Got any cigarettes?" "Yes," Wenlong tossed over a pack of "Weilong" cigarettes
. "It's from Aunt Qi's son." "How many people are on this boat?" "Just three: Aunt Qi, her son, and her
grandson ." "Are they all reliable?" "Her grandson is only five years old, and her son is over thirty, but he's a bit..." Wenlong
rubbed his temple with his right index finger. "Take me to see them." Hou Longtao put his legs down
on the bed .

Just then, the cabin door opened, and a kind-faced old lady with gray hair walked in carrying two
steaming bowls. "Ah, Little Hou is awake. Come and have something to eat." "Aunt Qi, let me do it."
Wenlong took the bowls and placed them on a small table between the two beds. "Please sit down." "Okay," the old lady
sat on Wenlong's bed. "Little Hou, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine now. Thank you for saving us." Hou Longtao sat forward a little, his face full of
gratitude. "No need, it's nothing. Xiao Lin said you haven't eaten anything since this morning, so I cooked
two bowls of millet porridge. You can have them. I only have my son's tattered clothes; you can make do with those." "Huh?"
Hou Longtao then realized he was wearing a pair of faded blue cloth pants. "Aunt Qi, why didn't you
call the police or take us ashore?"

"I was going to call the police when I saw you were unconscious, but Xiao Lin said you were being chased by Mao Zhengyi's men.
If the police came, you wouldn't survive either." Aunt Qi's eyes flashed
with anger when she mentioned Mao's name. Hou Longtao noticed, but quickly glared at Wenlong, inwardly scolding him for being so careless.
In Shanghai, how could he casually mention having a grudge against Mao Zhengyi? "Auntie, do you know Mao Zhengyi?"

"Know him? I'm so poor, how could I possibly know such a rich person?" "Then you've suffered at his hands?"
Hou Longtao could hear the bitterness in the old lady's tone. “Xiao Lin told me you were
being hunted down because you were collecting evidence against that bastard, so I won’t hide it from you anymore. Come with me.” Aunt Qi stood up and walked out, her steps
a little unsteady. Hou Longtao and Wenlong exchanged a glance and got up as well. Although both were injured,
they could still walk.

The three of them went to the cabin next door. Calling it a cabin was an understatement; it was more like a mourning hall. There was nothing inside
except a broken altar, two candles, two plates of blackened steamed buns, and two
photos framed in black. One was a portrait of an old man, and the other was a picture of Mao Zhengyi cut from a newspaper.

"This...this is?" Hou Longtao, fearing he might be mistaken, deliberately moved closer. "The older generation says that
receiving offerings to the living shortens their lifespan. We can't fight him, and the government doesn't care, so we're just grasping at straws."
Aunt Qi touched the old man's portrait. "This is my husband." "Mao Zhengyi killed him." "No, he
had cancer." The old woman leaned on the table and sat down in a chair. Hou Longtao didn't expect to get an answer anytime soon.

"My family has always lived in Pudong, in two small mud houses. Everyone in our area lives in small mud houses. A year and a half ago,
we heard that Mao Zhengyi was negotiating with the municipal government to buy and develop that land. At first, we were very
happy. We thought that such a big boss wouldn't be stingy, and we should get a considerable amount of compensation.
We've already accumulated a lot of debt to pay off my husband's medical bills, and we were hoping to use that money to pay it off..." Aunt Qi shook her
head.

Hou Longtao suddenly remembered what Lao Zeng had told him about the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. "He didn't give you any compensation,
and you were forced to move to the boat?" "Yes, not a penny. But moving to the boat was something I had planned long ago.
Even if I got the money, I would have to pay off my debts." Aunt Qi's eyes were a little vacant. "When we didn't agree, he produced
the government's forced demolition order. When we still didn't agree, he brought in bulldozers. My son tried to stop them, and his men beat him so badly
that his brain was damaged. The doctor said he only has the mental capacity of a ten-year-old."

"Bastard!" Wenlong kicked the wall hard, which aggravated the wound on his back, making him wince in pain
. Hou Longtao was also furious. He never believed
the nonsense that "a person's wealth must be built on the blood and tears of others," and he hated those who were rich but heartless and abused their power. "Is there really no one who can control him?
Is this still Mao's world?"

"We went to the Public Security Bureau and the Municipal Party Committee to file complaints, but they all disappeared without a trace. Later, a kind lawyer helped us
file a complaint, but for some reason, he was arrested. We went to Beijing to appeal, but we still haven't heard anything. Alas, my
poor grandson, he's with me collecting garbage on the river every day." "What about your daughter-in-law? Was she also
killed by Mao Zhengyi?" Wenlong was so angry he was about to explode.

"No, she saw that my family had no hope of paying off the debt, so she ran off with a small business owner. To be honest, I don't blame
her. My husband fell ill right after she married into the family. She never had a good day in my home, only
suffered . She's not a bad woman. It's just that my family is too poor, and it's just that bastard Mao Zhengyi's fault." Aunt Qi
was already in tears as she said this.

"And this boat...? How come you're all alone...?" "Oh, several of my old neighbors do this.
Each of us has a boat like this. The garbage boats are moored in small tributaries of the Huangpu River. There are two
docks where they gather. So, the old neighbors who had houses are still the same old neighbors even when they don't have houses anymore. They pity my family's
situation; they're in the same boat. They take turns sending people from their homes to help me. Today, the boat is being operated by
the Qu family's youngest son."

Hou Longtao glared at Wenlong again. This kid was really unreliable, but in
front of Aunt Qi, he couldn't say anything. "Auntie, don't worry. As soon as we leave Shanghai, Mao Zhengyi
won't have many good days left. We'll definitely bring him to justice." "Sigh, that's for the best. Let's go out.
Do you want to go outside for some fresh air?" The old lady didn't show any excitement, probably because she had been disappointed
too many times.

This is a small dock on a tributary of the Huangpu River, moored mostly by what seem to be garbage boats, about a dozen in total,
the air thick with the smell of trash. It's dinnertime, and people on each boat are cooking over fires,
wisps of smoke rising into the sky. Although the rain has stopped, it's still quite cold without a shirt on.

Hou Longtao rubbed his arms and lit a cigarette. "Let's go back to the cabin, cough cough cough, this cigarette..." "Aunt Qi
's son stopped smoking after his injury, this is probably a year's worth." The two went back to the first
cabin they'd been in. Two bowls of millet porridge were still on the table. They were really hungry, and finished them off in a few gulps, though they
didn't taste very good. "Is the phone still working?" "Don't even mention ours isn't waterproof, even if it were, after being submerged
for so long, still several meters deep..." Wenlong shook his head.

Aunt Qi came in again and placed their wallets on the table. "Your clothes aren't dry yet." "
Thank you." Hou Longtao opened his wallet; he had already thrown away all his cash at the entrance of "Hualian,"
and his credit cards were probably useless after being soaked in water for so long. "Auntie, is there a phone around here?" "Yes,
there's one at the dock management office." "Can I make a call?"

"Hmm... not now. After nine o'clock, one of my old neighbors is on night watch. If I
talk , I should be able to make the call, but it might not be possible for you. Do you want me to make the call for you?" "Yes,"
Hou Longtao picked up a pen and paper from the table and wrote down a phone number. "Tell him this address. If he
suspects you, tell him 'a red-hot knife hurts like it's cutting your hand.'" "Okay." Aunt Qi took
the note...

That night, Mao Zhengyi paced back and forth around his desk like an ant on a hot pan.
Although he obtained records from the shipping administration, he couldn't pinpoint the exact location of every ship at every second,
nor could he be certain that Hou Longtao had been rescued. Just as Hou Longtao had initially estimated,
finding two people in a city with a population of tens of millions was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Mao Zhengyi mobilized nearly a thousand thugs to guard the airport, train station, passenger terminal, and
major highways leading out of Shanghai. They also checked hospitals, hotels, and car rental companies. A thousand men weren't enough.
The police could turn a blind eye to his actions and even provide him with conveniences, but they couldn't actually send anyone to help him.
From Mao Zhengyi's perspective, he didn't want the police to get involved. If Hou Longtao fell into the hands of the authorities,
his secret photos of powerful figures would likely be exposed, and his downfall would be even faster. Therefore, in the end,
less than seventy people were used to track down the ships.

Two ships that occupied the waterway during that time period were heading upstream on the Huangpu River. Judging from the timing,
they shouldn't have left the province yet. About sixty people were sent to chase them, because if they couldn't be successfully intercepted on land in Shanghai...
This meant taking action on someone else's turf. To be safe, they naturally needed to bring more men. This
left them with only ten men actually in Shanghai, but that was more than enough to handle the two injured men.

These underworld figures had a purely employer-employee relationship with Mao Zhengyi; there was no loyalty or
sentiment . The first vessel they had a record of was a "cleaning ship" called "Hu Huang 107." They
knew that a "cleaning ship" was essentially a garbage ship, and its location was in one of the least developed areas of Pudong.
That kind of place was obviously the last place they'd go; if they could find their target before then, they wouldn't even need to go.

The ten men worked tirelessly all night, rushing from one dock to another, without the slightest
carelessness . Unfortunately, "life is full of disappointments." Around 8:30 in the morning, they were
forced to arrive at the place they least wanted to be…

End of Chapter Ninety- Three

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