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MENDON
This long-established local hotel in Shacheng stands on the main road connecting the city center and the old city, at a T-junction, offering convenient transportation and a superior geographical location.

It has only five floors, which is nothing compared to hotels that often have dozens of floors, but the interior decoration is high-end, elegant and classy. From the outside, it has a European architectural style, like a noble white palace standing beside a busy road, leaving a lasting impression on everyone who passes by.

correct.

Like the Xilam Hotel, this is also a popular location for newlyweds in Shacheng to hold their wedding banquets. However, the prices are a bit high. It has always been in the top tier in Shacheng. Although it has been open for more than ten years and is considered an old hotel, its popularity has been gradually overtaken by newer wedding banquet hotels such as Xilam. However, it is still unwilling to lower its prices to attract customers.

The hotel industry also has its own Kong Yiji.

However, the second brand-new MENDON store is already under construction and is expected to be completed and open for business in the next two years.

The imposing Range Rover broke away from the traffic, signaled, turned right, and entered the hotel's parking lot, stopping in one of the few remaining parking spaces.

Fu Zili got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, and walked calmly toward the entrance of the MENDON Hotel, which has a rich local heritage.

Today he wore a dark, slim-fit jacket, and with his buzz cut, he no longer had the slicked-back look that usually came with his cunning and shrewdness; instead, he exuded a rugged and masculine charm.

"Brother Fu."

As Fu Zili stepped into the hotel lobby, two burly young men immediately came to greet him. One of them was the same man who had driven Fang Qing and Jiang Chen the night before.

What is efficiency?

In some matters, it's better to consult a professional than the police.

"Are they still up there?"

"Yeah, they didn't come down. They're probably having too much fun and are still sleeping."

Still sleeping?
It's already three or four in the afternoon.

Also.

Not everyone needs to work a hard 9-to-5 job.

"Let's go wake up Brother Hui and have breakfast."

Fu Zili smiled slightly, and walked towards the elevator in his brown Martin boots.

Two men followed and helped him swipe his card to go upstairs.

"Ding--"

Fifth floor.

The elevator door opens.

Fu Zili stepped out of the elevator and onto the soft carpet.

"Brother Fu, to the right."

One person led the way.

Walking unhurriedly along the quiet corridor, Fu Zili asked the younger brother who lagged half a step behind, the one he had arranged to drive for Jiang Chen and Fang Qing last night.

"Did anything unexpected happen when you took my friend home last night?"

"No."

The man quickly replied, "I followed Brother Fu's instructions and delivered you two to..."

He paused for a moment as he spoke.

"After entering the Third Construction Company compound, Brother Fu's male friend got off the car ahead of time."

"Oh? Why?"

"It looks like I saw an LX coffin van."

Look.

It's not prejudice.

It is a consensus.

Fu Zili nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

5015
The man who led the way could not only swipe his card to get to the elevator and stand at the door, but he also easily and successfully swipe the card to open the door.

privacy?

Safety?

These things only exist relatively.

Fu Zili walked in with an air of nonchalance, while not forgetting to give instructions to his underlings.

"Close the door."

The three men entered the room, which they clearly hadn't booked, without any hindrance.

This is a luxury suite.

Divided into inner and outer rooms.

On the coffee table in the outer room were some plastic jars, straws, and silver foil.

There were still some unidentified white powder residues scattered on the silver foil.

I can tell.

They really had a lot of fun.

Fu Zili glanced around, his expression unchanged, and then walked into the inner room.

There is a door separating the partitions.

But it opens as soon as you pull it.

"Boom-"

The sliding door made a scraping sound, but it didn't wake the homeowner who was still sleeping in bed that afternoon.

Oh.

It wasn't just the person who checked into the hotel.

There was clearly another woman on the bed, a woman with long, disheveled hair and a beautiful face.

Very good skin.

It didn't lose its luster even against the backdrop of the snow-white bedding.

However, her sleeping posture was not very elegant. Perhaps she was too tired, as her head was tilted to the side, her arms were casually bent, and half of her breasts were exposed.

Needless to say.

She was definitely naked.

After all, the pitifully thin pink lace panties were hanging on the windowsill.

No.

How could you be there?
Fu Zili remained silent.

The two men under his command remained silent.

The three uninvited guests openly and honestly enjoyed the view without feeling ashamed or burdened by any moral obligation to avoid looking at indecent things.

"Take a picture."

Having seemingly satisfied his visual craving, Fu Zili spoke softly.

The man who opened the door quickly took out his phone, positioned it professionally, and tried to make the photos as rich as possible, pointing the camera at the sleeping man and woman on the bed.

"Crack!"

"Why didn't you turn off the shutter?"

Fu Zili appeared to be reprimanding him.

Bed.

The man was still fast asleep, but the crisp sound of the camera shutter woke the woman up.

After a brief moment of confusion, she quickly noticed a shadow in her field of vision and instinctively looked towards the foot of the bed.

"what--"

A terrified scream suddenly rang out, but for some reason, the scream wasn't sharp enough and was rather hoarse.

"Shut her up."

Although the soundproofing of the rooms at the MENDON Hotel is quite good, it's always better to be safe than sorry.

This kind of thing is rather impolite, and it wouldn't be good if it got out.

The man who drove Jiang Chen and Fang Qing last night strode forward, and without saying a word, raised his hand and slapped the woman across the face.

"Clap!"

Slapped twice, once on the front and once on the back.

They really have no sense of chivalry or respect for women.

The woman's screams stopped abruptly. She covered her face, which was wracked with pain, and stared wide-eyed in terror.

She wasn't the only one who was startled.

And the man sleeping next to her.

Ok.

After a series of commotions, the person in question finally woke up. After a moment of stunned silence, his heart sank, and he threw off the covers, instinctively trying to get up.

"Let's talk while lying down. I'm not interested in men."

The man on the bed froze, staring intently at the foot of the bed. Then, as if relieved, the unease and ruthlessness on his face turned into a bitter smile.

"Brother Li? What's going on here?"

This guy was probably in his early forties, not very old, but he was already showing signs of balding and his complexion was quite dull. He addressed Fu Zili, who was not yet thirty, as "brother" without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

That's true. In the world of martial arts, friendships are never based on age.

However, he and Fu Zili were clearly acquainted.

He still knew shame. Unlike the woman who was stunned by the beating, he sat up and subtly grabbed the blanket to cover his lower body. The various knife scars on his exposed upper body were far more striking than the tattoos of a young man.

pity.

In this situation, the effect will be minimal.

Fu Zili is someone who has been to a juvenile detention center. Why did he express his gratitude when Fang Qing mentioned the Law on the Protection of Minors last night? Because he is a beneficiary of it.

"Nothing much, I just came out and wanted to see some old friends."

His men brought over chairs.

Fu Zili sat down and looked at the woman lying on the bed, her face pale with fear, covering her face but not daring to make a sound.

"Brother Hui is so much happier."

"Brother Li, what are you saying? I didn't know you were out, otherwise I would definitely have gone to greet you."

The two addressed each other as "brother," each speaking their own language, creating a seemingly harmonious atmosphere, yet filled with a strong sense of dark humor and irony.

"I don't deserve it. I can't possibly trouble Brother Hui with that."

"It should be."

Hui, nicknamed "Rent-a-Hui," forced a smile. Seeing the other man's gaze fixed on the woman beside him, he immediately said, "If Brother Li likes it..."

Fu Zili, sitting with his legs crossed, raised his hand.

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Hui. I appreciate it."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, his eyes holding a knowing look. "Just wondering, whose wife is this?"

Rent-a-Hui gave an awkward laugh, "Brother Li is joking..."

"Everyone in Shacheng knows about Brother Hui's hobbies, so Brother Hui doesn't need to be modest."

The woman on the bed was almost crying, but she didn't dare. She held back her tears, her face trembling with fear.

As the name suggests, Zuzhi Hui used to be a taxi driver. Later, it was rumored that he used his good eloquence to seduce the wife of an official. Relying on this connection, he rose rapidly and almost monopolized the taxi market in Shacheng, becoming a well-known local tyrant.

Because he changed his fate through this, he became even more ruthless after rising to prominence, and was an outstanding successor to the legacy of Cao Cao.

Rent-a-Hui certainly doesn't feel ashamed of his unusual fetish. Compared to young girls, the allure of married women is what makes him unable to extricate himself. The pursuit of pleasure is human nature, and there is no law that stipulates that it is a crime.

However, while he felt at ease, being so bluntly told this, with such a clear sense of sarcasm, still made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Brother Li, what do you mean by barging in without even saying hello?"

Zu Hui's smile faded slightly, and the menacing aura of a local tyrant finally surfaced in his eyes.

It’s different in the past.

That era has passed.

Fighting and killing are no longer popular.

Harmony brings wealth, which is the prevailing trend these days.

Moreover, after quickly thinking it over, he didn't find any major grudges between them. As for minor frictions, those were inevitable. They were all prominent figures in Shacheng, and they certainly wouldn't care about trivial matters.

and so.

He was confused.

I don't understand.

"I didn't mean anything by it. I just have a question I'd like to ask Brother Hui for clarification. If Brother Hui is willing to help me, I'll leave right away."

"I thought it was something serious."

The taxi driver smiled casually, "What's the problem? Just tell me, Brother Li. I'll answer everything I know."

Although he started out as a taxi driver, he is still somewhat cultured and knows many idioms.

Also.

Don't they think about how he defied fate and changed his destiny?

It's all about talking.

Experience has shown that no matter what industry you're in, there's no harm in reading more and learning more; opportunities only come to those who are prepared.

Fu Zili gestured with his eyes.

Beside him, the man who opened the door and took pictures walked towards the large bed, came to the side of the taxi driver Hui, and stood on either side of the large bed with the man who drove for Jiang Chen and Fang Qing last night.

He picked up his phone and held it up in front of the taxi driver, Hui.

"have a look."

Zu Hui looked at the screen, his expression changed, his fake smile crumbled, and his face turned ugly, mixed with barely suppressed anger.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake."

What was shown to him was a "bedroom photo" that had just been secretly taken.

wrong.

It wasn't taken secretly.

It was clearly filmed openly and honestly.

The man quickly corrected himself, put his phone away, found the correct photo, and then held it up again in front of the taxi driver to show him.

"Does this car belong to Brother Hui?"

Forced into a corner, Zu Hui could only suppress his humiliation and, assessing the situation, looked at the second photo.

The photo turned into a car.

A car that he found unlucky.

He had already placed an order for this car when it was first released, for no other reason than to be fashionable. This car manufacturer was very popular and its previous models were highly sought after. But then someone said that this newly launched business vehicle looked like a coffin.

ho.

Once those words were spoken, there was no going back.

No matter how you look at it, you can't avoid the word "coffin".

Even if his birth chart is extremely auspicious, he wouldn't dare sit in a "coffin" every day.

So he gave the car to his subordinates to use as a public vehicle.

The license plate was confirmed to be the car that led him astray. This type of car was extremely rare in Shacheng, which was why he bought it in the first place. He knew that not many people in Shacheng could afford it, so its limited availability made it easily recognizable and allowed him to stand out from the crowd.

But it seems that this has made him a laughing stock.

"Yes, it's my car."

Zu Hui felt even more distressed.

Seeing that he admitted it, the man took the phone back.

"Does Brother Hui know what this car did last night?"

Fu Zili was well aware that the other party could not have been in the car last night; the things outside and the scene inside provided sufficient alibi.

"last night?"

Zu Hui frowned. After all, he was a big shot; he must be quite intelligent.

"I haven't driven this car in a long time. I'll just hand it over to the people below to drive."

"What I'm asking is, what did this car do last night?"

Fu Zili repeated himself, his expression natural, as if chatting casually, without any hint of ferocity.

Zu Hui sat on the bed, his brows furrowed, his mind racing.

He had heard of Fu Zili; he was cunning, treacherous, and ruthless. Since Fu Zili had come to him, he would not give up until he received a satisfactory answer.

"...I'll make a call and ask."

Fu Zili smiled.

"Brother Hui, do you want to think about whether we really need to make a call? I don't have much time. If the police come in, it might not be good for anyone. Do you think I'm right, Brother Hui?"

Zu Hui's expression shifted between anger and unease, and he was already cursing under his breath.

The other party was clearly threatening him!
But what can be done?
The situation is better than people.

"Oh, I remember now."

Taxi Hui pretended to try to recall something, "Last night, my men drove that car to the Third Construction Company compound in the city to take care of some things."

"whats the matter?"

Taxi driver Hui stopped the car and tentatively asked, "I wonder what your relationship is with Brother Li?"

Fu Zili remained silent.

Zu Hui, sensing the situation, continued, "Go splash paint."

Fu Zili's eyes flickered, but he remained expressionless.

"Why did Brother Hui do this? Is there some conflict between him and that company?"

"No."

Because he had too much fun last night, Taxi Driver Hui was still alert, but his mind was definitely not as sharp as usual. He told the truth: "Someone asked me to do them a small favor..."

"Who has such influence that they can order Brother Hui to do things?"

Fu Zili was too straightforward; he directly shattered the dignity that others had given him.

Chu Hui choked, pursing his lips in embarrassment. (End of Chapter)