Chapter 38

When Zhang Zhitong burst into the room with a group of people, Ye Qing was lying by the pool, his body stretched out, while two girls were massaging him from either side.

However, their massage techniques were truly something that couldn't be described to outsiders.

The two girls applied rose essential oil, which was more expensive than gold, on Ye Qing's back, and then...

A group of people, with a fierce aura, charged in.

The sound of the door being kicked open startled everyone. Ye Qing thought someone was fighting in the corridor, and the fish in the pond here were suffering as a result.

The tranquil and fragrant atmosphere was suddenly shattered, and hurried footsteps approached. The girls, who had just screamed and tried to stand up, saw the white curtains torn apart, and a black gun mercilessly silenced their screams.

"Don't move!" Three voices, each with a different pitch, shouted.

When Ye Qing looked up, he was completely stunned, and so was Zhang Zhitong, with her gun frozen in mid-air.

"How can it be you!"

"How can it be you!"

Neither side had expected that after drinking together at noon, they would meet again under such circumstances.

This question, accompanied by shock, quickly appeared in both of their eyes.

Rong Wei and his driver were not so lucky. Two detectives skilled in combat techniques easily pinned them down.

Six girls with fair skin huddled together, screaming in panic.

Three fierce men glared at them; how could they not be terrified?

"We are the police, put on your clothes, immediately, right now!" Even in such a situation, Zhang Zhitong's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

When she burst in, she saw the graceful figures of the girls inside the curtains, kneeling and massaging someone.

Now, with the curtains removed, she saw her old classmate, who had just enjoyed a pleasant drink at noon, sprawled out in the hot spring.

Of course, she also saw Ye Qing's entire body. Could there be anything more awkward than this?

Time seemed to be stuck in a stagnant swamp, and the immense shock left both parties in a state of mental paralysis.

A surge of indescribable anger rose from Rong Wei's face. Even though he was pinned down by the detectives, he couldn't suppress his rage: "You're blind! Do you know who I am? What law have I broken?"

"Officer, you must have made a mistake. We are all law-abiding businessmen." The driver was much calmer, knowing very well what Yinguang was. Since someone could bypass the security here and rush into the room to arrest people, it must have been with Yinguang's consent.

Therefore, their police identity was naturally not fake.

"Did we make a mistake? We'll know after verification." The three detectives didn't get rough, as the situation was already under control.

The situation on Zhang Zhitong's side was somewhat delicate. She was half-squatting by the pool, stiff and motionless, the gun in her hand feeling like a hot potato, neither to hold nor to throw.

At the first sight of Ye Qing, Zhang Zhitong realized she might have arrested the wrong person. Ye Qing's family ran a mechanical factory, which everyone in the class knew.

His family had run the mechanical factory for over ten years, borrowing money to get through tough times, and making a fortune from government contracts, which they had discussed while drinking.

So there was no reason for him to quickly switch to working as a lackey in a chemical plant.

Understanding was one thing, but why was Ye Qing here?

He had seemed like a gentleman at noon, but now he was sprawled out in this den of iniquity, engaging in such vulgar activities with a few men.

This was something no woman could easily accept, let alone the highly principled Zhang Zhitong.

"Miss, you said there would be an operation at nine, why did it end up being on me!" In critical moments, men were thicker-skinned. Ye Qing grabbed a bathrobe to cover himself, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

Being startled could be fatal. One moment he was enjoying rare pleasures, the next he was surrounded by guns, and it was all the doing of a female classmate.

This was too much of a shock and too much of a thrill, something Ye Qing had never experienced in his life.

The girls trembled as they put on their court dresses and fetched Ye Qing and Rong Wei's clothes, then fled like deer.

A detective checked their clothes, finding no knives or guns.

Zhang Zhitong turned around, her voice filled with frustration, and told Ye Qing and the others to put on their clothes quickly.

The detectives watched them dress, smirking with schadenfreude.

They had heard that Ye Qing not only knew Officer Zhang but had also been with her at noon. Now this guy had been caught in the act...

Hehe~

Rong Wei, sitting on the sofa, breathing heavily like an angry bull: "You'll regret this, I know the Chief of the Municipal Bureau, Mr. Zuo."

"Do you call yourself Rong Wei?" The detectives seemed to ignore the mention of Chief Zuo, asking their own questions.

"Yes, do you want to see my ID?" Rong Wei gave them a glare: "Don't tell me you're here to crack down on prostitution. You saw us, we were just getting a massage."

"Did you recognize the three men you met in the elevator?"

"What, do you suspect I'm their accomplice?" Rong Wei immediately grasped the key issue. It must have been the encounter in the elevator that made the police misinterpret: "I don't know them. Hmph, you dared to arrest us based on a brief encounter. Wait and see. I'll call Chief Zuo and tell him about my arrest."

"It might be a mistake. Let's have Wang and the others bring the three suspects up for preliminary questioning." Zhang Zhitong had already put away her gun and sat ungracefully on the crystal coffee table in front of the sofa.

She held her burning cheeks, feeling as if she had touched a hot iron. Seeing Ye Qing naked made her feel very awkward and very angry. Why was Ye Qing in such a place? After all, the lunch they had shared had left a good impression of him.

"By the way, we've already controlled the situation here, why hasn't anything happened downstairs?" Zhang Zhitong stood up, pressing the button on her collar microphone: "Wang, Wang, what's the situation downstairs?"

After a long pause, a somewhat embarrassed response came from the hidden earpiece: "We... we had some issues. We only caught the older suspect, the other two..."

"What about the other two?" Zhang Zhitong and her colleagues' faces immediately turned grim.

"They didn't escape from the club. We cornered them in a storage room, but..."

"Are there any hostages in the storage room?" Zhang Zhitong asked anxiously.

"No, the manager is beside me, and there are no other exits in the storage room, but..."

"We can't open the door of the storage room."

"That's good. Guard the storage room, we'll come down immediately." Zhang Zhitong turned around, her face filled with frustration: "Ye Qing, you and the others come down with us. The main culprit has been caught, and the situation will be clarified soon."

Rong Wei huffed, holding his coat in a defiant manner.

The detectives formed a surrounding formation, following them through the corridor and down the elevator, where they saw a row of security personnel in black suits standing in the hall.

These slick guys were nowhere to be seen when they were catching the suspects, but now they were all posing.

After passing through the employee通道 behind the Western restaurant area, Zhang Zhitong and her group reached the end of the corridor, where several security personnel in black suits were escorting a middle-aged man bound with ropes.

Four other detectives were holding their guns, surrounding a silver metal door at the end of the corridor, their faces full of shame.

Manager Cao Weihua was also waiting in the corridor, his face flushed red. Two men who looked like security captains were on the phone, speaking rapidly.

"Don't look at me, I can't open this door." Cao Weihua preempted Zhang Zhitong's question: "This is our club's storage room for cigarettes, cigars, and alcohol. A server went in to get some alcohol, and the door didn't close in time, so the two thieves slipped in."

"These two guys are very alert. As soon as we got close, they ran away, faster than rabbits." A detective explained shamefully: "Fortunately, we blocked the door with our guns, and they ended up here."

Zhang Zhitong nodded and knocked on the silver metal door with her finger, the dull sound indicating that the door was very thick.

"Manager Cao, what's the deal with this door? You can't open it?"

"This door has multiple locking mechanisms, and the two thieves locked it from the inside." Cao Weihua shook his head helplessly: "This is a specialized explosion-proof door imported from the American Ensa Security Equipment Company. If it's locked from the inside, even a demolition company would be helpless."

A well-dressed man, accompanied by two young, delicate women, hurriedly pushed open the automatic door of the employee通道 and ran over.

He paused when he saw Rong Wei, quickly apologizing.

"Mr. Liu Tianyang, Mr. Liu." Rong Wei, with a stern face, said word by word: "My friend and I were in your club when this happened. How do you plan to explain this?"

"Mr. Rong, and this gentleman, please wait. After dealing with the two thieves, I will personally visit you to apologize." Liu Tianyang bowed deeply, apologizing to Rong Wei and Ye Qing.

"Manager, Manager." Cao Weihua hurriedly greeted him.

"What are you police doing? You can't even catch a couple of thieves." Liu Tianyang's face was so pale it could have been in a zombie movie: "Do you know what's in my storage room?"

"Over a hundred Cohiba 40th Anniversary Edition cigars, dozens of boxes of Arturo Fuente. Brands like Cohiba are piled up in there."

"Twenty-year-old Romanée-Conti and Massandra red wines are stored in oak barrels. Louis XIII and other brands could fill a bathtub. Do you understand?"

Speaking of his losses, Liu Tianyang was almost roaring: "Now you've got two thieves in there. Do you want to take our lives?"

An Apple laptop was handed to him from behind, and Liu Tianyang, with red eyes, entered a series of passwords into a surveillance software interface.

When the screen switched, four surveillance images appeared.

The images showed a storage room filled with shelves of high-end alcohol and elegant wooden boxes with English letters.

Two suspicious young men were now each holding a cigar, rummaging through the shelves like they were sifting through garbage.

On the floor, cigars were scattered everywhere, and an oak barrel was rolling, spilling red wine.

With a thud, the Apple laptop slipped from Liu Tianyang's hands, and he fell backward, his face pale, unable to catch his breath.

"Boss, Boss." Several security guards rushed forward to support him.

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