[Special Police Heroes H Version] [Foreword, Parts 1, 2, and 3, plus 3 extra chapters] [Author: TinyFisher] [Completed]

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Special Police Heroines - Introduction

I. This is something I've been working on for ten years, revising and deleting several times along the way. Writing novels is not easy, writing long ones is even harder. Especially this kind of erotic writing, which is closely related to one's state of mind. Last time, I finally made up my mind and posted a fragment of it on Lamb, receiving countless encouragements. It gave me confidence again, but I still don't know how long I can persist.

From a very young age, I've been interested in the bodies of young girls, enjoying their delicate and soft touch—a tangible texture. Even now, seeing those white bodies flash before my eyes gives me an urge to ravage them.

In contemporary mainland China, the earliest officially permitted erotic literature was the story of female martyrs, female underground party members, and female guerrilla fighters. They were beautiful, intelligent, brave, steadfast in their beliefs, and unyielding to the death. I think in that era, a large number of authors conceived their ideas while masturbating. From a very young age, I was drawn to these words—not the words themselves, but the stories, or rather, the imaginative space they left for me: A beautiful female guerrilla leader, captured by White Army soldiers, her snow-white skin gripped tightly by those large, bony hands; her exquisite curves bound firmly with thick hemp ropes. Was it really just a matter of torture? A whip lashed down, her clothes ripped open, revealing her tender flesh beneath. She groaned, twisted, struggled—how was this any different from being pinned beneath a man? So, before falling asleep at night, while walking, during class, in all my spare time, I would imagine these beautiful bodies, bodies subjected to violence. I would imagine myself standing before them, whip and branding iron in hand. More than ten years ago, when I was still in China, my daydreams finally coalesced, and I began to logically conceive of a flesh-and-blood character of my own. The story had a beginning and an end, a plot full of ups and downs.

The names of these characters changed depending on the girls I liked, but they were all slender, curvaceous, fair-skinned, elegant, intelligent, brave, and had long hair.

The first angst-filled story I read was Zeng Jiu's "Female Prisoners in the Qing Army Camp," which I was amazed by at the time. The first angst-filled story about a female police officer was Fantasy's "Fiery Phoenix Yulan." When I read testnew's series of female detective stories, it was like discovering my twin brother. I liked beautiful and delicate female police officers just the same, had the same obsession with virginity, liked their softest parts—their slender waists and lower abdomens—and thought the navel was the sexiest paradise. Even now, the scenes of losing virginity and climax in testnew's female detective series are still the objects of my masturbation.

II. Ten years after leaving the country, I decided to start writing about several knowledgeable, intelligent, elegant, beautiful, and righteous female police officers. She would achieve great feats, or fall into the hands of bandits, be humiliated, tortured, abused, and raped. She would endure the cruelest gang rapes and the most brutal beatings in the world. But she would always find a way to escape and bring the bandits to justice.

When I had written nearly 100,000 words, I suddenly stopped writing one day, deleting all the pornographic pictures, erotic novels, and my own hard-earned words from my computer. Why write? Why not write? I think everyone's story is different, but one thing is common. Xiao Cui said, "I'm not extremely pornographic, I'm just lonely."

I'm not pornographic, I'm just extremely lonely.

When I'm alone in a foreign land, I find things to do to pass the time. At that time, the desires in my heart are the strongest and most repressed. So I wanted to write down my fantasies, to write down my desires, until I met her. I thought I had found true love, found the door to happiness. I began to abandon my fantasies. I didn't want to be unfaithful or hurt her in any way. Once those horrific images of abuse flashed through my mind, I would question myself: Could you tolerate her being hurt like those girls? On the first day I was with her, I stopped writing, deleting all the pornographic pictures, erotic novels, and my own hard-earned words from my computer. I stopped visiting pornographic websites, stopped conceiving any stories, and stopped masturbating. I thought I had found a new life.

Slowly, I realized that I was just a plaything for her. She moved effortlessly between multiple men, and I was just an extra for her during her free time. She repeatedly hurt me, intentionally or unintentionally, yet remained indifferent to the pain she caused me.

I decided to return to my own world. The women here are just as beautiful and gentle, but without the hearts of vipers. They will never abandon me or hurt me.

III. The title of the novel was changed several times before finally settling on this obvious title: a policewoman's torture story. I like this kind of humiliation of a female hero. Compared to the tall, muscular build of white women, I prefer the delicate skin and swaying waists of Eastern women.

The protagonist's name has remained unchanged; it's that of a girl in my neighboring class in junior high. I had a deep crush on her; it was my first love during my tumultuous youth. I've retained a similar physical description, along with countless revisions of my own image of her over the years. Due to limitations in my abilities, I can't handle a massive plot like Fantasy Brother, nor can I command beautiful prose like Xiao Cui. Therefore, this is more similar to testnew's early works, and it will be a series of stories. Each story revolves around a fixed central character.

To be honest, writing this kind of thing is too restrictive, and I don't know if I can keep going. I still hope she'll change her mind or find someone who loves me wholeheartedly. However, I can guarantee that each story will be complete. I also invite everyone to use this character and other characters in this series. Just as I believe Zhao Jianling and Yang Qingyue don't only belong to testnew, everyone will add their own imagination and secondary creations when reading these works. So, I think everyone should create on this basis. For those of us who exist outside the normal world, tragic stories should be a shared treasure.

This is my own world. I hope that, besides myself, there are brothers and sisters like me who can find solace in my little words.

Little Fisherman wrote at the beginning of the Female Special Police series.

Special Police Heroine - Prequel (1)

Introduction "A student from Peking University is here for an interview. You're not joking, are you?" "Of course not." Every time Sun Songyu faced this beautiful and capable female boss, a small ripple would rise in his heart. He made a face. "She's a beauty too." "Okay, give me her file first, and bring her in in five minutes." "Okay." Sun Songyu turned and left. She

ranked second in the written test and stood out among all the girls in the physical fitness test. Liang Ruoxue put down the file in her hand and looked at the girl sitting in front of her. Underneath the brown tight t-shirt was a faintly visible snow-white waist, slender and graceful; the jeans accentuated her long and strong thighs; under the cropped pants, her slender ankles were a pair of clean sneakers. The file stated she was 1.7 meters tall and weighed 50 kilograms, but in person she appeared even more slender and delicate, yet certainly not frail. She had long, flowing hair; a fair, oval face; beautiful phoenix eyes beneath a clear forehead; a straight, high nose; and thin, tightly closed lips; her entire being exuded an elegant, scholarly air. As a fellow beauty herself, seeing such a girl, Liang Ruoxue couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "So beautiful." "Why did you choose such a dangerous profession as a SWAT officer?" the girl asked, also observing the policewoman before her. Unlike the loosely dressed police officers she usually encountered, her well-fitting dark uniform seemed specially tailored, her meticulously trimmed short hair falling perfectly to the nape of her neck, her eyes and brows revealing both heroism and charm, especially her smile, which gave people a natural sense of closeness. Hearing the question, the girl thought for a moment and spoke her mind directly.

"I think it's because I'm looking for a way to enforce justice." What an interesting answer.

In the face of a plethora of emerging crimes, the Ministry of Public Security has come to realize that the current quality of its police officers is insufficient in dealing with many high-tech and transnational criminal groups. Therefore, it decided to pilot a program in Beijing to recruit highly educated police officers from universities. Liang Ruoxue, as the head of the newly established female special police team, participated in the entire interview and recruitment process. She had already interviewed several so-called outstanding students recommended by universities, but most of them were either uninterested in the job or just gave her platitudes about protecting people's lives and property. The girl in front of her was quite different. Her own conditions were also exceptionally good. She entered China's best university at the age of sixteen, with a double degree in law and history; her grades were always among the top three; and she was a black belt in karate. Such a girl, who did not go abroad or pursue a master's degree after graduation, but took the initiative to apply to join the special police team, there must be a story behind this. She encouraged her to continue with her eyes.

Looking back at the trusting and encouraging eyes of the policewoman opposite her, the girl took a deep breath. This was a story that had been hidden in her heart for many years. "Our boss is calling you." In this largest city in Northeast China, there are many glass skyscrapers and many dilapidated factories. There are many rich people driving Mercedes-Benz and BMWs and playing golf, and many poor people riding tricycles to sell vegetables and do manual labor. This old industrial city has experienced years of unemployment and turmoil, but has not been able to recover. Sex. More and more crime and unease began to permeate every corner of the city.

One sunny weekend afternoon, Luo Yajun returned home from her college entrance exam cram school. Because class ended later than usual, she didn't stay to wait for her best friend Wang Lan, but rushed home to cook dinner for her father, who was in the hospital, and her mother, who was out selling fruit. To save time, she took a shortcut, a secluded street hidden between the high walls of two abandoned factories. There were all sorts of rumors circulating at school about this street—boys being robbed and girls being sexually assaulted.

Just this once, she comforted herself.

As she rode her bike past the entrance of a small alley, she saw several people smoking and chatting. She recognized one of the men, a man with dyed blond hair—a petty thug who often loitered around their middle school. He frequently caused trouble near the school, fighting, robbing students, and harassing girls. Once, he even stopped her at the school gate, wanting to be her friend; luckily, their homeroom teacher was passing by that time, and he didn't succeed.

Luo Yajun hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to turn back. Just then, the blond-haired group saw her.

"Hey, come here for a second." "Yellow Hair pointed at her with his right hand, which was holding a cigarette.

Luo Yajun pretended not to hear and tried to ride past with her head down, but the handlebars were grabbed by another man.

"Fuck your mother, our boss is calling you." Luo Yajun had no choice but to jump off the bike. The seventeen-year-old girl was already well-developed, her breasts were full, and several men's lewd eyes swept over her.

"What's up?" Yellow Hair walked over, "What's wrong? Can't we call you if there's nothing wrong? Why are you so fucking arrogant?" "I didn't," Luo Yajun didn't know what was going to happen, she felt her blood rush to her head, and her face turned red.

"You motherfucker, what are you pretending for?" Yellow Hair kicked the bicycle hard, and the bike fell to the ground. Luo Yajun also staggered and almost tripped.

"Your name is Luo Yajun, right?" Luo Yajun then saw that one of the men seemed to be a boy in her grade. He was probably the one who told Yellow Hair her name.

"Yes." "I asked you last time if you had a boyfriend, why are you running away?" "Do you have a boyfriend? If not, follow me." Luo Yajun saw that several thugs had surrounded her, but she didn't know how to get away, so she said in a panic, "I...I have a boyfriend." "Who?" The blond-haired guy's eyes narrowed, and he threw his cigarette butt on the ground, "I'll fucking kill him." Luo Yajun didn't have a boyfriend; she just said it casually to get rid of them. Unexpectedly, the blond-haired

guy wouldn't let her go. In her anxiety, she remembered that her female classmates had mentioned a few famous gangsters in the neighborhood, so she picked the one they said was the most "effective" and wanted to scare them. "It's Xiao Duan." "Hahaha," her words were interrupted by a burst of laughter from the group, one of them even laughing so hard he choked.

The blond-haired guy laughed lewdly, "Damn it, so you were just pretending." Luo Yajun wasn't one of those girls who hung out in the streets; she didn't understand the blond-haired guy's words, but she sensed that something was wrong.

The blond-haired man grabbed the girl's shoulder forcefully. "Come on, let your husband give you a kiss." "What are you doing?" Luo Yajun struggled, tears welling up in her eyes.

"What am I doing? I'm going to fuck you!" "Hey, silly girl," a shirtless fat man next to her grinned from ear to ear. "Didn't you want to be Brother Duan's buddy? This is Brother Duan." "Brother Duan?" Luo Yajun's mind went blank for a moment. So this blond-haired man was Xiao Duan.

When she came to her senses, she found that Xiao Duan's hand had already reached inside the collar of her open dress and grasped her soft breast. She felt a sharp pain in her chest. And his mouth, reeking of smoke and alcohol, was rubbing against her face. Luo Yajun screamed in terror, "Ah!"

She struggled and used all her strength to push away the acne-covered face.

Xiao Duan thought the girl was frightened and caught off guard. His head was shoved to the side, and the girl's fingernails scratched a long line across his face.

"Fuck your mother!" Xiao Duan was in excruciating pain and shoved her hard. Luo Yajun lost her balance, stumbled, tripped over her bicycle, and fell.

Xiao Duan touched her face; there was no blood, but it still hurt terribly, probably a red mark. Spoiled by his family since childhood, he had never suffered at the hands of a girl before. He yelled at his henchmen, "Look at her dick! Hold her down!" Before Luo Yajun could get up, she was pinned to the ground by four men. She struggled desperately, but compared to the tall, strong boys, she was too weak. She struggled and cried out, "You pervert! You pervert! Let me go!" Xiao Duan kicked her bare leg, "Fuck you, I am a pervert, I'm going to fuck you right now!" Luo Yajun watched in horror as Xiao Duan squatted down between her legs. One of his hands roamed over the girl's bare thigh. "So fucking tender." Luo Yajun tried to kick him, but her legs were held down tightly. She shook her head, crying out, "Help! Help!" The girl's smooth, soft skin and helpless cries greatly aroused Xiao Duan; he felt an instant hardening between his legs. He forcefully lifted the girl's dress, revealing two white thighs and a pale yellow floral panty. To be

fair, Luo Yajun wasn't a particularly beautiful girl. But her scholarly air was something Xiao Duan's street-smart girlfriends lacked. He looked at the girl's heaving abdomen and the faint marks on her pubic bone, swallowing hard.

The four thugs holding Luo Yajun down weren't idle either, hurling lewd insults at her while using their hands and mouths to violate her skin. Luo Yajun's mind was blank; her ears were ringing. She struggled and cried frantically, feeling their fingers and tongues as cold and disgusting as caterpillars. She knew what was about to happen, yet she also seemed not to know what was going to happen.

Xiao Duan wasn't afraid of people passing by, and very few people did. The people in this place toiled daily for their livelihood, each hoping to avoid trouble and earn a meager living to support their families. His hand finally moved from the girl's thigh to the mound between her legs.

"Mama!" Luo Yajun screamed, her voice hoarse. She felt that hand wantonly scratching her private parts; this was an unprecedented stimulation and humiliation. Her psychological defenses crumbled instantly, and her loud cries turned into soft pleas.

"Please, let me go, please, I'll do anything you want, just let me go." The guy holding her left arm lewdly grinned, "Then you can be a prostitute, hahaha," and everyone laughed along.

"You bitch, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself soon," Xiao Duan's fingers rubbed her genitals through her panties. After a few minutes of ravaging, he felt that the girl's panties were already a little wet. "Slut,"

his hand reached towards the top edge of her panties, "Let me see."

Chapter Directory Special Police Heroine - Prequel (2-3)

Part Two, "She's my sister" Before Xiao Duan's hand could touch the elastic band of the girl's panties, he was shoved hard by the fat guy next to him and sat down on the ground with a thud.

"You motherfucker," Xiao Duan was about to get up and kick the fat guy, but he was kicked backward. Then he heard the most beautiful voice he had ever heard in his life, "You scoundrel, let her go!" The three thugs were squatting on the ground holding Ya Jun down and hadn't had time to react to the sudden change. One of them was hit hard on the back of the head by a schoolbag, while the other two quickly scurried away.

Xiao Duan lay there, first seeing a pair of Li-Ning sneakers, snow-white athletic socks, and calves even whiter than the socks, above which were a pair of slender, long legs. Further up, he saw a stunningly beautiful girl he had never seen before. Long hair flowing down her shoulders, a light yellow shirt, and white linen pants. Her face was filled with anger and disdain.

Gangzi, the one who had been hit, was Xiao Duan's best friend. He straightened up and reached for the girl. "Fuck!" The girl used her left hand to support Gangzi's wrist, and with her right hand, she twisted it. With a crack, Gangzi felt a sharp pain in his wrist, as if it were broken. The curse he was about to utter turned into a scream, "Ouch, my god, my wrist!" Before he could fully squat down, the girl kicked him from below and pushed him from above, sending Gangzi crashing to the side with a thud.

The fat man, who had just stood up, was about to reach into his pocket for a knife when the girl turned and delivered a sharp side kick. The fat man felt a tightness in his chest and stumbled back several steps, only managing to avoid falling thanks to the wall behind him.

The student from No. 23 Middle School quickly ran over and helped Xiao Duan up. He whispered in Xiao Duan's ear, "Brother Duan, her name is Wang Lan, she's from our school too." At this moment, Wang Lan had already reached out and helped Luo Yajun up.

Xiao Duan didn't hear what his underling was saying at all; his eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman in front of him. The afternoon sun pierced through the city's layers of mist, falling into this alley. Half of Wang Lan's face was bathed in sunlight, her beauty breathtaking. Her imposing aura also made him feel a chill in his heart.

"Brother Duan, Brother Duan!" "Ah!" "This girl is from our school too. She transferred here last year. I heard her sister works in the Tiexi Branch Public Security Bureau." "Police?" Duan's already weak confidence faltered; he was just an ordinary thug.

However, in front of his brothers, he still had to put on a brave face. He pointed at Luo Yajun and asked Wang Lan, "You'll stand up for her?" Wang Lan wiped away Luo Yajun's tears, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." She turned and glared at Duan, "So what if I am?" She was a martial arts expert from a family with a long history of training. Her grandfather was a famous Xingyi Quan master from outside the Great Wall, and her father, a former reconnaissance soldier, had given her extensive practical and combat training. She glanced at the five thugs, completely disregarding these unsteady-footed guys.

Duan was speechless. He gritted his teeth, waved his hand, and shouted, "Go!" Before he could finish speaking, he felt a blur before his eyes, and then Wang Lan punched him hard in the nose. Another man had just pulled a chain from his pants when Wang Lan kicked him in the wrist. The chain snapped back and struck his own face. Gangzi grabbed the screaming Luo Yajun, but before his raised hand could land, Wang Lan pounced on him, elbowing him in the stomach, and he collapsed to the ground. The remaining two thugs, seeing things were going badly, turned and ran.

Wang Lan helped Luo Yajun to the dazed Xiao Duan. "This is my sister. Stay away from her in the future." Xiao Duan wiped the blood from his nose, glaring fiercely at Wang Lan without saying a word. He should actually be grateful that Wang Lan had shown mercy and hadn't broken his nose.

Wang Lan rang the doorbell, and his sister, Wang Yi, opened the door. Wang Yi looked at Wang Lan in surprise at the patches of dust on her clothes. "Did you fall off your bike?" "No, we were fighting." Wang Yi quickly avoided their mother in the kitchen and pulled her younger sister into their room. "Who bullied you?" After hearing Wang Lan's explanation, Wang Yi frowned. Unlike her inexperienced sister, she knew these idle hooligans wouldn't give up easily. She was afraid that many gangs had already infiltrated schools. Her sister was a senior in high school, preparing for the college entrance exam next year. She couldn't afford any mistakes now. She helped her sister pack her clothes. "Lanlan, don't let Mom and Dad know about this. I'll take you to and from school starting tomorrow." At that moment, Xiao Duan, with a gag in his nose, went to find his boss, Song Jingsong.

"Brother Song, I've been beaten up!" Song Jingsong, the son of the Finance Bureau chief, was watching pornography alone at home. His father had over a dozen thugs in the city, some sitting, some standing, all carrying weapons. The blond-haired guy from yesterday was among them. Seeing the two sisters come out, the blond-haired guy pointed, and the group formed a fan shape and surrounded them. The students nearby quickly scattered. Wang Lan shielded Ya Jun with her hands, holding her head high as she stopped.

The leader was a fair-skinned, chubby boy. He threw off his sunglasses, stepped forward, and his gaze swept over Luo Yajun's face before settling on Wang Lan's chest. Among Eastern girls, Wang Lan was considered to have a striking figure. At fifteen, her breasts were already quite full, even more so than many adult women.

The chubby boy turned to the blond-haired guy and asked, "Xiao Duan, is this the girl?" "Yes, it's her," Xiao Duan replied, banging a steel pipe against his palm, looking at Wang Lan defiantly.

The chubby boy grinned lewdly, "Damn, she's really hot." Wang Lan was furious. She shoved Yajun behind her, handed her her bicycle, and shouted, "You hooligans!" Song Jingsong took a step back; he had heard how formidable this girl was. "Damn, I am a hooligan, and I'll show you what I'm made of today," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Beat her!" A dozen thugs surrounded her. Wang Lan felt a surge of tension. She wasn't confident she could handle more than a dozen armed thugs with her bare hands, and she was even more worried about Ya Jun behind her.

Most of the thugs didn't believe that this quiet, slender girl could beat the five blond-haired men so badly; they were all stunned by her beauty at first. Hearing their leader's order, they chuckled and crowded around.

"What are you doing? Get out of the way!" A crisp, clear voice rang out behind the group.

Wang Lan exclaimed in surprise, "Sister!" Wang Yi, dressed in a police uniform, parted the crowd and walked in. She stood beside Wang Lan, her authority sweeping over the thugs.

"Get out of the way! No disturbances allowed!" Seeing the policewoman arrive, the thugs were startled and stopped in their tracks. They sized up the policewoman before them.

Wearing a green police uniform, Wang Yi, though not as strikingly beautiful as Wang Lan, was still undeniably pretty. Unlike Wang Lan's youthful, fresh beauty, the twenty-year-old Wang Yi possessed a mature, womanly beauty. Xiao Duan looked at his boss. Song Jingsong smiled sinisterly, "A policewoman, huh? So what if we're police? Are we causing trouble?" "Good thing we're not causing trouble, everyone get out of the way!" "Beautiful lady, we're not in your way, you crawled in here yourself!" a thug shouted from the crowd. The thugs burst into laughter

.

Wang Yi stared fiercely at Song Jingsong, making him feel uneasy. "Don't let me see you causing trouble here. Every time you cause trouble, you'll be arrested," she said, leading Wang Lan and Luo Yajun through the crowd towards the exit. Xiao Duan, who was deliberately blocking the way, stumbled from her path.

"If you're so capable, then protect your sister every day," Song Jingsong's cold voice came from behind her.

Third, "If you're a man, come at me!" From then on, Wang Yi protected Wang Lan every day on her way to and from school. The leaves turned yellow and fell, and the hooligans gradually stopped coming. Because of Wang Yi's presence, the security at the middle school gate improved significantly. The white-haired old dean of studies even made a special trip to the branch office to thank Wang Yi.

In the blink of an eye, the north wind rose, and snowflakes fell. The severe cold did not lessen because of people's poverty; this winter was exceptionally cold. During the Spring Festival, another batch of factories stopped production. Those who had not received their wages but were still struggling in the workshops lost their last glimmer of hope. On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, someone saw the bodies of a couple hanging under a pedestrian overpass on Yanfen Street. They finally could not bear the cold winter and the despair of losing their source of livelihood, and used their lives as a silent protest.

This Spring Festival was also the darkest one for Wang Lan's family. The factory completely stopped production, and her father, who was the workshop director, was laid off and returned home. Now, only her sister and mother were working to support the family, and the towel factory where her mother worked was also about to stop paying wages.

In the placement test the following year, Wang Lan ranked second in the entire school. The whole family was overjoyed by this good news. As the weather warmed up, Wang Yi also had to go to police academy for further studies. Before leaving, she entrusted her younger sister to her colleague Zhao Lidong, a man who had been pursuing her. Although she didn't think Zhao was her ideal lover, his responsibility and seriousness made her feel at ease. She left Zhao Lidong's pager number for Wang Lan and instructed her sister to make sure Zhao escorted her to and from school. However, the girl's heart couldn't hold onto so many dark memories. Several months had passed, and those hooligans hadn't appeared again; it was all over. Besides, it would be too much trouble for Brother Zhao to pick her up and drop her off every day.

That day, Zhao had to go on a business trip to investigate a case, so he entrusted Wang Lan to Xiao Liu, a colleague in his team. That evening, Wang Lan persuaded Xiao Liu to leave.

The next day was the weekend, and school was a half-day tutoring session. The two girls made plans to go to the bookstore after school. Each of them bought a candied hawthorn from Mrs. Gao and ate it as they walked. Turning a corner to change buses, Luo Yajun suddenly tugged at Wang Lan's clothes nervously, "Lanlan, look!" Wang Lan saw several people approaching from the opposite direction, carrying weapons. The leader was Xiao Duan, who was walking menacingly towards them. Wang Lan grabbed Luo Yajun and turned to run, but after a few steps, they found Gangzi and his gang ahead of them.

The two girls panicked and ran into a small alley. Xiao Duan and his men gave chase.

They ran and ran, Luo Yajun already out of breath, Wang Lan dragging her along. When they reached a rusty water tower, they suddenly stopped. There stood Song Jingsong, arms crossed, with a dozen or so strangely dressed thugs behind him. Wang Lan tried to turn back, but found their path blocked by Xiao Duan and his men. She carefully surveyed the surrounding terrain. The two of them were trapped beneath the tall buildings of the foundry, the broken glass like the toothless mouth of an old woman, dark and eerie. On the other side was an abandoned construction site enclosed by an iron fence. She estimated the height of the fence; she should be able to climb over it, but Ya Jun definitely couldn't. Gritting her teeth, she turned sideways, her back to the high wall and water tower, shielding Ya Jun behind her.

Song Jingsong squinted at his prey in his cage. From the first day he saw Wang Lan, he was captivated by her. Those plain girls with earrings, smoking, drinking, and swaying thighs could no longer arouse his interest; he dreamed of this celestial body every day.

Ya Jun screamed at the top of her lungs. Xiao Duan chuckled, "Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you." Wang Lan calmly unbuckled her belt, and all the thugs grinned lewdly.

"Hey, girl, you're in such a hurry!" "Take it off!" "So hot!" Wang Lan knew she couldn't just sit and wait to die. She was determined to catch the leader first. Before Song Jingsong could speak, she pounced on him. Song Jingsong hadn't expected this. Although he hadn't experienced Wang Lan's power before, he judged that he was probably no match for her, so he turned and ran. His henchmen rushed forward to meet Wang Lan. Wang Lan flicked her belt, and Song Jingsong felt a burning pain in his right cheek. He had been struck squarely, and his ears went blank.

After squatting on the ground for a long time, he stood up and found his men surrounding Wang Lan. Four men were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. Wang Lan tightened her belt. The four or five in the inner circle were just bluffing around her, not daring to approach. The rest, unable to squeeze in, were making a fuss on the outer circle. Song Jingsong touched his face; his right cheek was swollen from Wang Lan's slap and had a cut from the belt buckle. He was furious and yelled, "You motherfuckers! Get him! Beat him to death!" The thugs roared and charged forward again. Song Jingsong quickly added, "Don't get your face bruised!" Wang Lan, outnumbered, despite his agility, still took several blows to his back and legs, but thankfully, he wasn't injured by the knife. One thug, who was about to chop off a machete, paused mid-strike upon hearing his leader's shout. Wang Lan swung his right hand, the belt wrapping around the thug's knife-wielding hand, and with a swift movement, another thug beside him screamed, "Fourth brother, I'll fuck your mother!" The fourth brother reached for the belt in Wang Lan's hand, but was kicked in the back of the knee and fell to his knees with a thud. Wang Lan withdrew her belt, nimbly turning to his other side. A wooden stick swept across, striking his left shoulder squarely. The fourth brother cried out and collapsed at Wang Lan's feet. Wang Lan had already used her belt to wrap around another man's plastic hose when a scream rang out from Luo Yajun. "Ah!" Song Jingsong had seen one of his underlings grabbing Luo Yajun by the hair, and, overcome with malice, he slapped her. Luo Yajun, surprisingly, endured the pain, glaring at him silently. Enraged, he kicked her hard between the legs. The girl could no longer bear the pain and cried out in agony.

Wang Lan worried they would use Yajun to threaten her, so she wanted to subdue Song Jingsong quickly. But things didn't go as planned; the thugs who kept rushing in separated her from Song Jingsong, who was squatting on the ground. Hearing Yajun's scream, her hand paused, and her steps faltered. The fourth thug, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly grabbed one of her legs, causing Wang Lan to lose her balance. The one holding the hose released it and grabbed her belt. In the struggle, a stick struck her heavily on the back. Wang Lan stumbled, and a thug rushed over and grabbed her other leg. Wang Lan finally lost her balance and fell to the ground. The thugs howled and pinned her down.

Song Jingsong breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded, "Go, tie her to the railing." But it wasn't as easy as it sounded. A thug who tried to twist Wang Lan's arms behind her back was easily disarmed by Wang Lan with a small grappling move. After struggling a few times, Wang Lan's hands were tied to the railing in a "one" shape with her belt. Six or seven thugs who had been knocked down by Wang Lan grimaced as they got up. Xiao Duan approached, grinning maliciously, and reached out to touch Wang Lan's face. "Little wench," he began, but Wang Lan interrupted him with a kick to the stomach. He stumbled back several steps and landed hard on his backside. The thugs roared with laughter. Xiao Duan's face flushed red and then paled. He grabbed a machete from the ground and lunged again, but Song Jingsong stopped him halfway.

"Xiao Duan, this one's mine, and that one's yours," he said, pointing at Luo Yajun. One of the thugs grabbed Luo Yajun by the hair and dragged her in front of Xiao Duan. Xiao Duan, seething with anger, vented it on Luo Yajun, slapping her four times across the face.

Wang Lan angrily shouted at Xiao Duan, "What kind of man bullies her? Come at me if you're a man!" Song Jingsong sneered from the side, "He's a man, and so am I. I'll show you what a real man is in a minute." The pain in his cheek interrupted him. He waved his hand, "Go and tie this slut's legs to the railing too." After another struggle, the four thugs, having endured several heavy kicks from Wang Lan, untied their belts and tied Wang Lan's feet together. Under the slanting red sun, the beautiful girl was tightly bound to the railing in a cross shape.

Only then did Song Jingsong dare to approach Wang Lan. He first slapped Wang Lan hard across the face, "Slut, you're so ruthless!" The burning pain on his face fueled his rage. "Come on, take turns hitting her, but don't hit her face, let her know who's in charge here." A horse-faced man came up and punched Wang Lan in the upper abdomen, right in the stomach. Wang Lan felt her internal organs churning, and the pain was so intense that she almost vomited.

A man wearing an earring kicked Wang Lan in the hip.

Another, wearing a leather jacket and carrying a thin stick, slapped her thigh.

The fourth brother, with his arms dangling, came over and kneed Wang Lan hard in the stomach.

A thick stick slammed into her stomach. A heavy punch

to her ribs. Another kick to her stomach. 　　The thugs, having just suffered a great loss, vented their anger and lust on the girl, who silently endured their abuse. Luo Yajun, seeing her best friend being brutally beaten for her sake, was crying so hard she was almost fainting. Song Jingsong watched from the side,

his face covered 　　; Luo Yajun's shrill cries were irritating, and Wang Lan's silence drove him mad. He kicked Luo Yajun hard and said to Xiao Duan, "Xiao Duan, you fucking do her right here!" "Here?" Xiao Duan was a little surprised. "What if someone comes?" "Who the hell would anyone come? Who cares? I'll fucking kill him!" A murderous glint appeared on Song Jingsong's lips. "Hurry up!" Chapter Directory: Special Police Heroine - Prequel (4-5) 　　Part 4: "Come on, come and save her!" Xiao Duan knew that the boss was ruthless. He looked at Luo Yajun, who was struggling and crying on the ground, and called over a few people. "Come on, hold her down!" The girl's hands and feet were immediately held down by several thugs. When she opened her mouth to shout, a piece of cloth torn from her clothes blocked her voice. 　　Watching his friend struggle in front of him, Xiao Duan had already torn open the girl's clothes. Wang Lan's eyes were bloodshot. "You beasts, you're not human!" Xiao Duan raised his head and grinned. "Come on, come and save her!" Wang Lan struggled against the railing, making it creak. 　　Song Jingsong shoved one of his men aside, grabbed a plastic hose as thick as an egg, and began whipping Wang Lan mercilessly. Wang Lan watched him silently, as if he were beating a different body. 　　In early spring, the weather in the north was still quite chilly; most people were still wearing sweaters and coats. Song Jingsong felt as if he were whipping a bundle of clothes. He slammed the hose to the ground, yelling, "Damn it, I don't believe I can't beat you!" He grabbed Wang Lan's thick cotton coat and ripped it open with a tearing sound, several buttons flying off. Meanwhile, Xiao Duan was slowly peeling off Luo Yajun's turtleneck sweater. He first slipped his hand under the hem, feeling the delicate texture of her skin. His icy hands sent a chill down her spine, and the impending fate chilled her to the bone. 　　After a while, Xiao Duan withdrew his hand and slowly pulled Luo Yajun's sweater over her head from the ground. The girl's light gray thermal underwear appeared before everyone's eyes, revealing a small section of her waist. As the sweater was pulled up to her chest, Xiao Duan suddenly pulled hard, flipping the entire sweater over to completely cover the girl's head and arms. 　　Luo Yajun's vision suddenly went dark; she didn't know what Xiao Duan would do next, and her heart was filled with darkness and despair. 　　Song Jingsong wasn't as leisurely as Xiao Duan. Like a ravenous dog, he used a dagger to cut open Wang Lan's light purple sweater from the front, then slashed and tore it, leaving only two pitiful pieces, like an oversized cardigan, hanging from Wang Lan's shoulders. 　　Wang Lan wore a white thermal underwear, and her pale yellow bra could be vaguely seen underneath. The thugs, now free, formed a semi-circle, watching with their hands in their sleeves. Every time a piece of clothing was torn off a girl, they erupted in cheers. 　　Following the same method, Xiao Duan flipped up Luo Yajun's thermal underwear, revealing her pale yellow skin. In the evening chill, the girl's still-developing body shivered. She twisted and turned, making soft moaning sounds under her sweater. 　　Luo Yajun's bra straps were behind her back. Xiao Duan groped around behind her for a while, then suddenly pulled out a complete bra. The girl's breasts were small, like little pigeons, flat against her tender chest. Everyone screamed. 　　"Xiao Duan, hurry up!" "Damn, look at those little tits, so tender!" "Look at that other beauty, that one's big..." Song Jingsong grabbed Wang Lan's lower garment, slashed it open with a knife, and ripped it open. With a tearing sound, Wang Lan's snow-white upper body was exposed to the thugs. 　　"Wow, so white!" someone exclaimed. 　　Song Jingsong gently stroked Wang Lan's exposed skin. The "skin like cream" described in martial arts novels must be something like this. He touched Wang Lan's chest and right rib, looking at her face. Although her lips were still tightly closed, a hint of fear seemed to appear in her eyes. After all, she was an inexperienced young girl. 　　"What's wrong? Scared? Then keep being fierce!" Only silence answered him, along with a slightly fearful yet angry gaze. 　　"Fuck, let's see how long you can hold out," Song Jingsong slapped Wang Lan's face with his knife. "Your best is yet to come." He used the tip of the knife to lift the thin strap of Wang Lan's bra. 　　Everyone held their breath, including Xiao Duan, who also straightened up to look at Wang Lan. 　　A soft "snap." 　　Luo Yajun, blindfolded, didn't know what was happening. Suddenly, everything around her became quiet; she could hear the sounds of cars on the distant street. 　　First came the sound of someone swallowing, then someone whispered, "Damn, they're huge, damn, so tender." A sixteen-year-old girl's development was already complete; a 36B bust was rare here. A pair of snow-white, jade-like breasts, full and high, with two pale red round moons topped with two pink pearls, slowly hardening in the cold wind. 　　Song Jingsong swallowed hard. Since his debut, he had slept with many female students and prostitutes, but he had never seen such round and firm breasts. Wang Lan's skin was as white and tender as milk, highlighting the delicate nature of her breasts. 　　He reached out and grabbed Wang Lan's right breast, kneading and caressing it. Two thugs nearby even reached out, vaguely covering the breasts, feeling their shape. 　　Song Jingsong suddenly squeezed hard; the virginity, never before violated, was subjected to such a rough squeeze. An unbearable pain shot from her nipple all the way to Wang Lan's heart, and she couldn't help but groan. 　　"Fuck, I thought you wouldn't scream," Song Jingsong suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. He looked at Wang Lan smugly. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Wang Lan turned her head away, refusing to look at him. 　　"Slut, still pretending," Song Jingsong threw down the knife, unbuttoned Wang Lan's pants, and pulled down the zipper. At this moment, all the thugs went crazy, shouting, "Brother Song, strip her naked!" "Strip her naked!" Song Jingsong felt his penis hardening. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. 　　He felt extremely excited, and a voice was stimulating him, "Quick, quick, strip her!" Song Jingsong grabbed the top of Wang Lan's pants with both hands and pulled them down forcefully. Everyone was waiting for this moment, but Song Jingsong didn't pull them down on the first try because Wang Lan was tied tightly to the railing. Her pants were stuck between her hip bones below her wasp waist, her full and perky buttocks, and the railing. Even so, apart from a few tattered pieces of cloth draped over her shoulders, her upper body, as white as jade, was almost completely exposed from her breasts to her hips. 　　Song Jingsong suddenly felt like a cat playing with a mouse. He stopped, not continuing to undress her. Instead, he took a step back, admiring this half-naked beauty. 　　Below her high, firm breasts was a slender waist that could be grasped with one hand, and below that, a flat, white abdomen, with a slightly concave center, and a perfectly sized, beautiful navel. It was as if winter had not yet passed; the girl's body was as white as snow.

Song Jingsong stroked Wang Lan's lower abdomen with one hand, while forcefully pulling her chin with the other, forcing her to turn her head. "You're so tough, huh? You're really something else." He watched as the fear in the girl's eyes slowly faded under his gaze and humiliation, gradually replaced by anger and hatred.

He suddenly felt a sense of defeat, and his right cheek throbbed with pain again. This bitch, she's really tough. "I'll let you have your way," she said, but before she could finish, Wang Lan suddenly rammed into him. Caught off guard, he was knocked dizzy and disoriented, but luckily, his henchmen behind him caught him.

"I'll fuck your mother, I'll fuck you!" Song Jingsong yelled wildly. "Keep hitting her, hit the exposed flesh until she submits!" Gangzi picked up the plastic hose from the ground and handed it to Piqieke. "Go ahead, don't hit her breasts, and don't hit her liver or stomach. Hit anywhere else, however you like." Piqieke responded. His hose had been slashed badly during the fight, and he was now holding it against Wang Lan. He knew his boss wanted this woman but didn't dare to hurt her, so he used the hose to stab Wang Lan's abdomen repeatedly.

Xiao Duan had already stripped Luo Yajun of her top, and several men were holding her down, forcing her to watch Wang Lan being brutally beaten.

Piqieke's first stab landed right on Wang Lan's navel. Despite Wang Lan's resistance, her white abdominal muscles caved in deeply, and her back slammed against the iron bars with a loud bang. The jacketed man withdrew his hand, leaving a red circular mark around Wang Lan's navel. Before the mark had completely faded, the jacketed man stabbed her again around her navel. Wang Lan felt the pipe stabbing her stomach and intestines repeatedly, each thrust more intense than the last. Her intestines churned in excruciating pain, so intense that she wondered if her stomach had been pierced.

But the strong girl gritted her teeth and remained silent.

The jacketed man stabbed her more than a dozen times before Song Jingsong finally recovered. He snatched the pipe from the jacketed man's hand and swung it with all his might. In the cold wind of the setting sun, the pipe whistled through the air and landed heavily on Wang Lan's lower abdomen with a crisp "thud.

" The echo seemed to reverberate from the empty factory building nearby.

Because while being beaten, especially when the jacketed man stabbed her so hard, Wang Lan had gritted her teeth and tensed her abdominal muscles to resist, using almost all her strength. When Song Jingsong struck her, she was too weak to resist. Caught completely off guard, her abdomen was struck with such ferocity for the first time in her life. Wang Lan could no longer endure the pain and screamed, "Ah, it hurts!" Song Jingsong's eyes reddened, and without thinking, he swung the hose again and again. "Whoosh!" "Ouch!" "Two, three, four!" The thugs nearby counted in terror. When they reached the sixth strike, the half-centimeter-thick hose in Song Jingsong's hand shattered on Wang Lan's body. A nearby leather jacket was caught off guard and its face was cut by the shards.

At this moment, Luo Yajun's voice was hoarse from crying. She felt a salty taste in her mouth; her teeth must have been broken.

The half-naked girl was bound under the blood-red sunset, like Venus tied to a cross.

5. "I want you to watch me do her with your own eyes," Wang Lan coughed softly. The blow might have injured her internal organs; her throat tasted sweet. After a violent coughing fit, a trickle of blood flowed down her lip. After venting his anger wildly, Song Jingsong's anger subsided somewhat. Seeing that the sun was already setting, he pointed at Luo Yajun, "Xiao Duan, hurry up and let the brothers have some fun while it's still light." He turned around and quickly pulled Wang Lan's trousers and long underwear down to her ankles. He didn't strip her completely naked; he thought to himself that he would be the one to deflower this woman tonight. Such a beautiful girl; he didn't want his men to share her with him.

In the evening breeze, Wang Lan was almost naked. Several bright red bloodstains were crisscrossed on her bare abdomen—the marks of the beating she had just received, which hadn't faded yet. Two long, straight, snow-white legs. Most Chinese girls have longer torsos and relatively shorter legs, but her legs were of a suitable length and well-proportioned.

Her navel was perfectly positioned at the golden ratio of her body, making her incredibly alluring. Every man's eyes were glued to her legs and her pale yellow underwear, and everyone's genitals were throbbing.

Luo Yajun stared blankly at her best friend, Wang Lan, who had already closed her eyes, a single, glistening tear hanging from the corner of her eye. Luo Yajun herself had cried until her voice was hoarse. Perhaps she was still terrified by the beating she had just received; she let Xiao Duan push her to the ground, and when he roughly pulled her trousers and underwear down to her knees, she didn't react at all, like a wooden doll being manipulated.

Xiao Duan was also somewhat annoyed. He quickly removed his shoes and trousers, revealing his already erect penis. Although he was thinking of Wang Lan at this moment, he could only use Luo Yajun to vent his desire.

Song Jingsong watched all this with satisfaction. It seemed this beautiful girl had been subdued by him. The one on the ground, less attractive, could be given to the brothers for some fun tonight. He'd take this stunning beauty home and play with her for a few days.

Judging by her appearance and the shape of her legs, she was definitely a virgin. What a steal! He'd have to brag to Sha Qiang and the others about this another day. This girl, they probably couldn't find another one like her in the entire city of Shenyang. Wang Lan tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see herself and her best friend being humiliated. The cold evening wind made her shiver. She felt herself almost completely naked, and she could roughly guess what fate awaited them.

Would it hurt? Would her parents scold her? Would she get pregnant? She was about to become an impure girl. Her mind was a mess; she didn't know what to do or how to face the impending calamity.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her cheek. She opened her eyes and first saw Xiao Duan standing before her. Then she saw him naked from the waist down, a hideous, dark red thing pointing directly at her naked body. She quickly closed her eyes again.

However, a sharp, piercing pain shot through her left breast; a cold, sharp knife had lightly pricked her nipple twice. Song Jingsong's chilling voice reached her ears, "You better fucking keep your eyes open. If I see you close your eyes, I'll cut your friend's breast off right now!" Wang Lan couldn't believe her ears. What kind of devils were these people? Helpless, she opened her eyes. "So fucking obedient," Song Jingsong kissed Wang Lan's cheek, and everyone grinned wickedly.

Xiao Duan nodded at Wang Lan, deliberately wiggling his buttocks to make his penis bounce in front of her eyes. "You fucking have to watch carefully and learn meticulously. Tonight you'll have to keep our Brother Song company like this," Song Jingsong laughed, leaning against the railing, his left hand around Wang Lan's slender waist, his right hand ravaging her cold breasts. Although Wang Lan wished she could kill them all, she was tightly bound, enduring the humiliation and harassment of the hooligans.

"I want you to watch me fuck her, and then tonight she'll watch you get fucked," Xiao Duan coldly uttered, then bent down and sucked hard on one of Luo Yajun's breasts. Luo Yajun suddenly struggled, and Xiao Duan slapped her twice hard. She calmed down immediately, like a machine receiving instructions. Xiao Duan kneaded the girl's small breasts with one hand, while his other hand brazenly teased her virgin genitals. The cold weather and the shock left Luo Yajun's genitals very dry. Despite the alternating stimulation of the prospect of deflowering her and Wang Lan's nakedness, Xiao Duan felt the cold wind blowing on his bare bottom, making him feel both cold and uncomfortable. He couldn't wait any longer, so he turned around and began licking the girl's genitals.

The scent of a virgin assaulted his senses, and Xiao Duan continuously smeared saliva onto her labia and vaginal opening with his tongue.

The thugs watched with great enthusiasm, whistling, cheering, and clapping. Song Jingsong, while fondling Wang Lan's breasts, praised his brother, "Good job, Xiao Duan!" Luo Yajun was like a dead woman, letting Xiao Duan ravage her.

Seeing that it was about time, Xiao Duan signaled to the two thugs holding her legs to spread them wide apart.

Wang Lan knew her best friend's most tragic moment was about to begin. Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn't help but close her eyes. Song Jingsong, who had been toying with her, quickly noticed her change. He pinched her slender waist hard with his left hand and rubbed a dagger against her right breast with his right.

Wang Lan had no choice but to open her eyes again through her tears. Xiao Duan was already straddling Luo Yajun's body. Luo Yajun was lying horizontally in front of Wang Lan, and Wang Lan could clearly see Xiao Duan's every move and her every expression. She could only watch helplessly as Xiao Duan's ugly genitals slowly disappeared between her best friend's legs, while Yajun remained motionless. Suddenly, Wang Lan struggled violently, as if it was she lying there, not Luo Yajun. She frantically tore at the iron bars with both hands, shaking them violently. "You beasts, let her go! Let her go!" Song Jingsong hadn't expected this girl to have such strength. He beckoned Gangzi over, "You hit her!" Gangzi was experienced; he knew the abdomen was a vulnerable spot for a girl, and Wang Lan's entire stomach was exposed before him. Hitting the upper abdomen could easily damage vital organs like the liver and spleen, potentially causing death. So he chose Wang Lan's lower abdomen; the area around the navel, what traditional medicine calls the dantian, is extremely fragile, and the pain from a blow there would be the greatest. Gangzi's dislocated wrist from Wang Lan's previous attack had caused him pain for over a month, and he'd been ridiculed by his accomplices for quite some time.

He vented all the anger he'd held in for months. Clenching his fist, he punched Wang Lan's navel hard with his first blow, silencing her screams. He then continued to pummel Wang Lan's soft abdomen with punch after punch. The brutal beating from Song Jingsong had left Wang Lan completely powerless. When Gangzi's fists landed on her body, she no longer had the strength to tense her abdominal muscles, and could only twist her waist helplessly, hoping to dodge Gangzi's heavy punches.

However, the punches still landed accurately and viciously on her stomach, many striking her previous injuries.

The pain compounded, and Wang Lan could no longer control herself, involuntarily groaning softly with the rhythm of Gangzi's punches, releasing the pain in her body.

Song Jingsong did not leave Wang Lan's side. While Gangzi mercilessly beat her, he was still fondling Wang Lan's breasts. His gaze, however, never left Xiao Duan and Luo Yajun.

Xiao Duan lay on top of Luo Yajun, feeling the softness of her virgin body. He guided his glans to the entrance of the girl's mysterious opening, and thrust downwards with apparent pleasure. As Xiao Duan forced his way in, the tearing pain from her vagina brought Ya Jun, who seemed to have died, back to life. She didn't struggle, but let out a non-human scream, announcing her transformation from girl to woman. With each thrust of Xiao Duan, low moans escaped her throat, and tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the cold ground.

Two men, one with his genitals, the other with his fists, were ravaging and torturing two almost naked girls in the cold evening wind.

Chapter Directory: Special Police Heroine - Prequel (6-9) - Completed

VI. "I am human, and I will take charge." The setting sun had already disappeared into the western factories and shantytowns, and in the thin light, the weather grew increasingly cold. Xiao Duan, however, was already sweating profusely on Duan Ya Jun's body. Although the girl remained motionless and silent like a dead person, the feeling of raping a virgin excited him immensely. After only a few dozen thrusts, he was almost unable to hold back.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from behind the crowd, "Stop! What are you doing?" The thugs were startled, and Gangzi stopped. Xiao Duan was also terrified; he felt his penis go limp instantly. He quickly got up and grabbed his pants to cover his front.

Song Jingsong released Wang Lan and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a rickshaw parked outside the crowd, with some miscellaneous items on it. A burly man stood in front of the rickshaw.

The man said in a deep voice, "You actually do this kind of thing in broad daylight! You're lawless!" Feng Qing had worked as a fitter in a factory for over twenty years. He had been laid off for almost two years and made a living by using a rickshaw to transport goods. He had just delivered his last batch of goods for the day and was heading home via this road. Originally, this road wasn't considered deserted. But in the afternoon, a group of thugs had been fighting and shouting here, and all the pedestrians had seen them from afar and avoided them. Feng Qing didn't know this. When he rode over, he saw a dozen or so people gathered by the roadside. He knew something had happened and quickly stopped to see what was going on. The thugs stared dumbfounded at the two girls suffering in the middle of the scene, completely oblivious to whether anyone else was around. Feng Qing stood behind the crowd and took a closer look, then was shocked. Two girls were being bullied by several men. He was furious; what kind of society was this? Was there no law? He jumped out of his car and shouted.

Song Jingsong, not wanting to get involved, stepped forward and yelled, "Get the hell out of here! This is none of your business!" Wang Lan saw someone approaching and looked up, crying, "Uncle, save us!" Feng Qing noticed that all the onlookers had gathered around; they were all in cahoots. Their eyes gleamed with the ferocity of vicious dogs. Remembering his wife and children waiting at home, he hesitated, quickly pushed his car forward a few steps, jumped on, and drove off. Behind him came the triumphant laughter of the group and the girl's heart-wrenching cries.

"Uncle, save us! Save us!" Song Jingsong turned around and punched Wang Lan between the breasts, silencing her abruptly. "You filthy bitch, you think someone's going to save you? I'll kill anyone who dares to come near!" He ordered his men. "Get these two girls up and take them to me." Two men lifted Luo Yajun up. Even though it was getting dark, Wang Lan could still vaguely see the bloodstains between her legs. Tonight, she would be violated by these beasts just like Yajun. The disgusting scene she had just witnessed filled her with nausea and fear. Her courage slowly vanished, but she refused to bow down to these animals.

Several men carefully untied Wang Lan, afraid she might suddenly attack. At the same time, they took the opportunity to grope her body. After being ravaged and tortured in the cold wind for nearly two hours, Wang Lan had no strength left to struggle.

"Brother Song, should we put pants on them?" "Put on my ass! Wait until I call Da Guo to bring the bread over." Amidst laughter, the thugs led the two girls towards one end of the alley. Luo Yajun was completely naked, with only her own coat draped over her upper body, and was being carried by two men. Wang Lan was also only wearing a barely covering coat on her upper body and underwear on her lower body, her arms tied behind her back. Her own trousers had been pulled down to her ankles; these men deliberately left them hanging to prevent her from kicking anyone. She was also being carried by two men, while two others followed behind them carrying knives, closely watching her movements. When Song Jingsong wasn't paying attention, the two men carrying her secretly fondled her breasts, stomach, and buttocks.

Song Jingsong was dialing a number as he walked when he suddenly bumped into a thug. He cursed, "What's going on? Why aren't you moving?" "Brother Song, someone's blocking the way." Song Jingsong looked ahead and saw a burly figure standing in the middle of the alley, blocking their path—it was the tricycle driver.

"Let them go right now, I've already called the police." "Call the police? Call the police? I'm not afraid of you!" The blond-haired guy walked over, brandishing a machete. "Didn't I tell you to get lost? If you meddle again, I'll cripple you!" "I'm going to meddle! I'm a man, I'll meddle!" "You're asking for it!" The blond-haired guy yelled and lunged at Feng Qing, who, caught off guard, struck him on the head with an iron rod in his right hand. He screamed and fell to the ground. The thugs behind him rushed forward. Although Feng Qing was tall and strong, he couldn't withstand the attack of more than a dozen people. After knocking down two people, he was first slashed several times, and then knocked to the ground by a stick from behind. Then the thugs surrounded and beat him while he was lying on the ground. At first, his resistance and curses could be heard, but gradually, his voice faded away.

Watching the uncle who stood up for him being brutally beaten by these people, Wang Lan was so anxious that tears streamed down her face. What kind of society is this? Thugs committing crimes in broad daylight on the street, and many people pretend not to see and walk around. The good Samaritan is isolated and helpless.

A moment later, Piqie ran over, "Brother Song, something's wrong, it looks like someone's died!" Song Jingsong was also startled, "Really?" He went over and saw a bloodied figure lying motionless on the ground. The thugs also gathered around, exchanging bewildered glances. Gangzi squatted down and checked the man's breath, "Brother Song, he's really not breathing." Song Jingsong panicked. Fighting and killing, having sex with a few women, nothing serious. But a death was a serious matter. Suddenly, another scream rang out from behind. It turned out that only two people were watching Wang Lan, and she had secretly taken off the leather belt on her wrist. The belt was loose and not properly tied. She snatched a knife from one of the thugs next to her, and with a backhand slash, cut down the other one. By the time everyone turned around, she had already jumped to Luo Yajun's side. The thug next to Luo Yajun, seeing the situation was bad, abandoned her and hid to the side.

The thugs abandoned Feng Qing lying on the ground and pounced on Wang Lan. She stood in front of Luo Yajun, brandishing her knife to block the thugs rushing at her. However, her feet were tripped together, preventing her from moving freely. She was kicked in the thigh and fell to the ground. One thug kicked her in the stomach, causing Wang Lan to arch her back in pain. Immediately afterward, another blow struck her half-naked buttocks. The blood from before emboldened the thugs; they no longer showed any mercy, and fists and clubs rained down upon her. Wang Lan lay helplessly on the ground, only able to tightly protect her head with her arms, her unprotected body becoming the target of the thugs' venting. Her jade-like body was kicked and rolled in the dust, sometimes hard leather shoes stomping on her stomach, sometimes kicking her ribs, sometimes a thick rod striking her plump buttocks with a dull thud. Gangzi's eyes turned red. After a few kicks, he wasn't satisfied and simply raised the knife in his hand and slashed down. A shrill scream pierced the night sky again. The thugs saw that Luo Yajun, who had been submissive like a dead woman, had thrown herself on top of Wang Lan, taking the blow for her. At this moment, the sharp sound of police sirens came from the street. The thugs picked up their weapons, dragged their fallen accomplices, and ran in another direction.

On the cold street, three innocent people lay, covered in blood.

VII. "You dare to arrest me?" Because of her martial arts training, Wang Lan was strong and resilient. Most of her body had red or purple soft tissue contusions, which were only superficial wounds to her. On the second day after being admitted to the hospital, she was able to move around freely. Strong-willed, she insisted on not letting her parents see the impact of her injuries. Every time they visited, she would try to cheer them up, reviewing her lessons in front of them. But only she knew the trauma deep within her heart. From that day on, she realized that men could commit such vile and brutal acts against women.

Rape. She silently repeated those two words countless times in her heart.

Luo Yajun and Wang Lan were in the same ward. Her hymen was ruptured, and she needed seven stitches in her back. For the first few days, she remained silent, refusing to eat anything. Only after her mother and Wang Lan pleaded with her for several days did she begin to eat.

She lived in nightmares every day; in the middle of the night, Wang Lan was often awakened by Yajun's screams from her nightmares.

On the fifth day, when Luo Yajun was able to get out of bed and walk, Wang Lan wanted to take her to visit the uncle who had bravely come to their rescue. Her parents exchanged a glance, then her mother said, "Lanlan, I'll take you there, but don't get too excited." Once inside Feng Qing's ward, Wang Lan understood her mother's meaning. It was an intensive care unit. Lying on the bed was a man covered in tubes, his hair shaved, his cheeks sunken. A haggard-looking woman was sobbing beside the bed. The two girls were stunned for a moment before realizing what was happening, and then knelt before Feng Qing's bedside. Feng Qing was in a vegetative state.

The lives of the three families suddenly underwent a dramatic change. After the incident, Wang Shouliang wandered the streets for days, carrying a knife in his pocket. But even if two people walked right past each other, he wouldn't recognize the man who had abused his precious daughter, because even Wang Lan didn't know anyone from that gang. The petty thugs who used to frequent the school area had also disappeared. Every day when he returned home, his wife looked at him with worry.

Luo Yajun's father, already ill, was worsened by the news of his daughter and was also hospitalized. Her mother was constantly shuttling between the two hospitals, neglecting her fruit-selling duties. Their meager savings were almost gone.

Feng Qing's wife was on the verge of collapse. A vibrant young woman would leave in the morning, but by the time she received a call from the police station in the middle of the night, she was already slumped in bed, unconscious. Their son had just started junior high school, and the couple relied on small businesses to make ends meet. She collapsed into Wang Lan's mother's arms, crying until she fainted several times.

Wang Yi received a call from her mother and rushed home. Seeing the bruises on her sister's body, tears welled up in her eyes. She turned and slapped the hat off Da Zhao, who had rushed over after hearing the news, saying, "Look, I only got rid of you for this little thing!" "Don't worry, I'll personally bring them all back," Da Zhao said, enunciating each word clearly. After

a week in the hospital, Wang Lan insisted on returning to school. Despite the immense pain she had endured, she wouldn't let this incident disrupt her life and future. Luo Yajun, on the other hand, returned home after being discharged from the hospital.

Through Luo Yajun, the police found the student in the gang. Although he hadn't participated in the raid on Wang Lan and Luo Yajun, they used him to uncover Xiao Duan and Song Jingsong. Xiao Duan was apprehended from another hospital; he had suffered a concussion from Feng Qing.

During the subsequent investigation, the situation took a dramatic turn. Song Jingsong denied being present and presented alibis and physical evidence. Xiao Duan admitted to being present, but falsely accused Feng Qing of attempting to assault the two girls, claiming he intervened and was injured by Feng Qing.

"Turning black into white!" Wang Yi trembled with rage upon seeing the interrogation records at the station. The next day, when she went downstairs, she saw Song Jingsong talking to two other police officers outside, a Passat waiting for him.

"Song Jingsong!" Wang Yi shouted. Before Song Jingsong could even step into the car, he turned and saw a beautiful policewoman running towards him; he recognized her as the girl's sister.

The other two police officers knew Wang Yi's connection to the case and quickly stopped her before she could arrest Song Jingsong. "Wang Yi, don't be impulsive!" Song Jingsong pointed his finger at his nose. "I'm right here, what are you going to do about it?" Wang Yi was furious, but her two colleagues held her back. They knew Song Jingsong's connections and the background of the case. The son of the finance bureau chief was a regular here. His father had already smoothed things over with everyone, and his uncle was the district head, who had personally visited the bureau regarding the case. The other main culprit, Duan Xiaowei, had a father who was a well-known real estate developer and a district people's congress representative. However, they dared not tell Wang Yi these things, fearing she might do something outrageous.

Da Zhao, who worked in the criminal investigation team, already knew some things about the case, but as a junior detective, he was powerless and could only try to cheer Wang Yi up every day.

The case dragged on and on, and Luo Yajun hadn't been attending classes for a long time. Wang Lan visited her home twice during her free time. Each time, she looked sickly and didn't seem to want to talk much. When Wang Lan asked about her college entrance exam, she sighed deeply and didn't answer.

One evening, before the Wang sisters, Yi and Lan, had returned home, someone knocked on the door. Wang Shouliang opened it to find a stranger in a suit. He politely asked, "Is this Master Wang?"

Wang Shouliang nodded. The man in the suit handed him an envelope, revealing a stack of RMB inside.

"I'm from Duan's Real Estate Development Group. Our chairman asked me to bring you some things," the man in the suit said tactfully. Upon hearing the man's purpose, Wang Shouliang flew into a rage.

"Do you think my daughter is a prostitute? You've done bad things, and you think you can get away with it by giving me some money? Get out of here! I don't want your dirty money!" He slammed the envelope into the man's face. "Tell your boss I'll fight him to the end! I'll make sure his son goes to jail!" The man sneered. "Master Wang, remember, you can't fight city hall." Wang Shouliang lost control and grabbed the man by the collar. "If you don't get out of here, I'll kill you first!" The man was frightened by the anger in his eyes, picked up the money, and ran away. The

college entrance exam was approaching. That day, Wang Yi returned to her office after taking her sister to school and saw Da Zhao waiting for her at the door.

"Xiao Yi, come here, I want to show you something." Wang Yi opened the file Da Zhao handed her, pulled out the contents, read a few pages, and her face suddenly changed.

Her hands trembled as she held the papers. "How could they do this?" Luo Yajun changed her testimony; she testified that Feng Qing had assaulted her and Wang Lan. Duan Xiaowei intervened and was injured by Feng Qing.

Another document was a testimony from Feng Qing's wife, proving that Feng Qing suffered from intermittent affective disorder and sometimes lost control of his behavior, attacking young women. A diagnosis from a mental hospital was also attached.

Clearly, both families had been bribed and betrayed their daughter and husband.

VIII. "My Former Best Friend" The college entrance exams of that year had passed, and Wang Lan had performed very well. Luo Yajun, however, hadn't even taken the exam.

Wang Lan planned to visit Feng Qing and Luo Yajun after the exams, but her parents did everything they could to stop her.

Despite being short of money, Wang Shouliang still took his wife and daughter on a trip to Hainan.

The day after the exam results were released, after the relatives and friends who had come to congratulate them had left, Wang Shouliang said to Wang Lan, "Lanlan, Dad wants to talk to you about something." Wang Shouliang recounted the whole story to Wang Lan. Wang Lan sat there dumbfounded, unable to believe her ears.

Wang Shouliang continued, "Lanlan, we can't win this case. But Dad wants you to remember one thing: evil will never triumph over good. Even if we can't find a way to uphold justice for now, we must never lose heart or give up. You must hold onto this belief: the phoenix can only live forever through fire." Wang Lan nodded silently, her pillow soaked with tears that night.

When Wang Lan left, Luo Yajun didn't come to see her off. Before leaving, she went to visit Feng Qing, who was still in a coma. His wife acted as if she didn't see Wang Lan, and Wang Lan sat by his bedside for a long time.

That winter vacation, Feng Qing passed away.

During her junior year winter vacation, Wang Lan went home for the Spring Festival. She heard from her classmates that Luo Yajun had gotten married. Her father-in-law was a wealthy real estate tycoon surnamed Duan.

That summer vacation, Wang Lan was strolling down Taiyuan Street with a friend. At the entrance of Zhongxing, she saw a familiar figure.

"Yajun!" Luo Yajun turned around, saw Wang Lan, and a fleeting look of surprise crossed her face before turning cold again. Luo Yajun looked like a typical young married woman. With her permed, voluminous hair, wearing a sparkly dress, and heavily made-up,

Wang Lan stared at Luo Yajun in silence for a long time before finally breaking the silence. "Lanlan, are you alright?" "I'm fine, how about you?" "I... I'm fine too. Do you hate me?" Wang Lan sighed deeply. "I don't hate you, but... can Uncle Feng forgive you in the afterlife?" "I know you have no choice." "I secretly went to Uncle Feng's grave twice..." A man walked out of the mall. "What the hell are you dawdling at the entrance for?" He saw Wang Lan standing to the side and froze.

Although his hair had turned black, Wang Lan recognized him at a glance—it was Duan Xiaowei. He hadn't changed much, except that the corner of his mouth kept twitching involuntarily, and he kept wiping away the drool—probably a mark left by Feng Qing's blow years ago.

Wang Lan looked at him coldly, making Duan Xiaowei feel a chill run down his spine, and he took a step back. Then, he roughly grabbed Luo Yajun, turned around, and went down the steps. "Get the hell out of here! If you talk nonsense with others again, I'll break your legs!" Wang Lan really wanted to rush over and slap him. Seeing Luo Yajun's staggering figure, she stopped.

"Who is that woman?" her friend asked.

"My best friend."

IX. Epilogue When her counselor talked to her about the Beijing Public Security Bureau selecting police officers from universities, Wang Lan resolutely gave up the opportunity to take the postgraduate entrance examination and applied for the special police team.

Liang Ruoxue closed the file in her hand. "According to regulations, I cannot disclose the exam results to the interviewee.

But I am honored to inform you that you are welcome to join us," she extended her right hand to Wang Lan.

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