Courtyard House: First, kill the hypocrites, leave none alive.

downstairs.

Ahei stood at the hotel entrance, looking in the direction where Su Zhenzhen had disappeared.

He lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly.

That woman was definitely hot.

But that's not what he should be thinking about right now.

Yingjie told him to keep an eye on her, so he had to keep an eye on her.

He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out.

Head in that direction.

-

Temple Street.

In a dilapidated rented room.

Su Zhenzhen sat on the bed, still holding the stack of money in her hands.

She looked at the banknotes and couldn't stop smiling.

Several thousand dollars.

That's enough for her to live on for several months.

Sister Ying is so good to her.

She recalled what Sister Ying had said in the restaurant earlier.

"Do you want to get rich?"

"Of course. We're from the same hometown, how could I forget you?"

Su Zhenzhen's eyes reddened again.

She grew up in the countryside, her parents died early, and she ran away to the city alone, eventually smuggling herself to Hong Kong Island.

Working as a dancer in a nightclub, drinking with men every day, being groped all over, and not even earning enough to live on.

Now, Sister Ying is giving her money and saying she'll help her get rich.

She was overjoyed.

She hid the money and lay down on the bed.

Thinking about the good days to come.

-

three days later.

The same hotel, the same restaurant.

Xie Wanying sat down by the window again.

Su Zhenzhen sat opposite her, a smile on her face.

"Sister Ying, you're looking for me again?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

She picked up her glass and took a sip.

"Zhenzhen,"

She asked, "Do you know many people at nightclubs?"

Su Zhenzhen nodded.

"Very many. All sorts of people, from all walks of life."

Xie Wanying looked at her.

"Where are the British?"

Su Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment.

"British?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Yes. British. Foreigner."

Su Zhenzhen thought about it.

"Yes. There are a few regular customers, mostly foreigners. Some are businessmen, and some are government officials."

Xie Wanying's eyes lit up.

"An official?"

Su Zhenzhen nodded.

"Yes. There was one, I think he was... a manager of a trading company. And another one, I heard he was from the police station. I don't know exactly what he did."

Xie Wanying remained silent for a few seconds.

She looked at Su Zhenzhen.

"Zhenzhen,"

She said, "Could you help me make an appointment with someone?"

Su Zhenzhen was stunned.

"Who are you inviting?"

Xie Wanying said, "That foreigner at the police station."

Su Zhenzhen's eyes widened.

"Sister Ying, are you meeting a foreigner?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Yes. We need to talk."

Su Zhenzhen hesitated for a second.

Then she nodded.

"Okay. I'll give it a try."

Xie Wanying smiled.

She took another envelope out of her handbag.

Place it on the table.

Push it over.

"Here you go. This is a tip for your trouble."

Su Zhenzhen opened it and took a look.

Another stack of banknotes.

Her eyes lit up.

"Sister Ying, this..."

Xie Wanying said, "There will be more after it's done."

Su Zhenzhen put the money away.

"Sister Ying, don't worry. I'll definitely handle it well!"

Xie Wanying nodded.

Su Zhenzhen stood up.

"Sister Ying, I'll be going now. I'll let you know as soon as I have any news."

Xie Wanying nodded.

Su Zhenzhen walked out quickly.

Xie Wanying sat there, watching her figure disappear through the doorway.

She picked up her glass and took a sip.

The red wine melts on the tongue, leaving a hint of sweetness and a hint of astringency.

Foreigners.

The foreigners at the police station.

If we could get on that connection—

She put down her wine glass.

stand up.

We left the restaurant.

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the bed in the luxury suite.

Su Zhenzhen opened her eyes.

She was lying in a man's arms.

The man was in his forties, with blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a faint scent of cologne.

Anthony.

Senior police officer.

He works at the Hong Kong Island Police Station, where he is in charge of dozens of people.

It took Su Zhenzhen three days to finally get him to agree to meet her.

First, we went drinking at a nightclub, and then I reluctantly went back to the hotel with him.

Last night, she used every trick in the book.

Now, this man should be satisfied, right?

Su Zhenzhen sat up gently and looked at his face.

Anthony was still asleep, breathing evenly.

She looked at him for a few seconds, then reached out and gently nudged him.

"Mr. Anthony?"

Anthony opened his eyes.

He looked at Su Zhenzhen, a smile appearing on his face.

"Good morning, Zhenzhen."

Su Zhenzhen smiled too.

"morning."

She leaned against him.

"Mr. Anthony, shall we go have breakfast together?"

Anthony reached out and put his arm around her waist.

"it is good."

-

Downstairs, the restaurant.

It was the same upscale Western restaurant, and I got a window seat.

Anthony, dressed in a dark suit and with his hair neatly combed, sat there like a quintessential English gentleman.

Su Zhenzhen sat opposite him, wearing a low-cut red dress, with a sweet smile on her face.

The waiter brought out breakfast.

Coffee, toast, fried egg, bacon.

Anthony picked up his knife and fork and began to cut the bacon with elegance.

Su Zhenzhen followed his example and picked up a knife and fork as well.

The two ate and chatted.

The atmosphere was great.

Just then, a person walked by.

Xie Wanying.

She wore a light blue cheongsam, well-tailored, tightly wrapped around her body, but not overly revealing.

Her hair was pulled up high, revealing her long, slender neck.

She wore light makeup, and her eyes held a perfectly measured smile.

She walked at a moderate pace, as graceful as a painting.

She stopped as she passed Anthony's table.

"Really?"

Su Zhenzhen raised her head.

"Sister Ying!"

A look of surprise appeared on her face.

Xie Wanying smiled.

"What a coincidence, you're having breakfast here too?"

Su Zhenzhen quickly stood up.

"Sister Ying, are you staying at this hotel too?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Yes. Staying for a few days."

Su Zhenzhen held her hand.

"Sister Ying, come here, let me introduce you to someone."

She turned to Anthony.

"Mr. Anthony, this is my fellow townsman, Xie Wanying."

Anthony stood up.

He looked at Xie Wanying, his eyes brightening slightly.

This woman is different from Su Zhenzhen.

Su Zhenzhen is beautiful and sexy, but she exudes a worldly air about her.

But this woman—

She wasn't as good-looking as Su Zhenzhen, but she was poised and graceful, exuding the air of a virtuous woman.

That smell is more deadly to men than the smell of prostitutes.

Anthony reached out his hand.

"Ms. Xie, it's a pleasure to meet you."

His Chinese is fluent, with a slight British accent, but it doesn't hinder communication.

Xie Wanying reached out and gently shook her hand.

"Mr. Anthony, I've heard so much about you."

Anthony looked at her.

Those eyes shone with admiration.

"Is Ms. Xie also from mainland China?"

Xie Wanying nodded.

"Yes. We came from Chaoshan."

Anthony smiled.

"Chaoshan is a great place. I've been there a few times."

Xie Wanying smiled too.

The smile was brief, fleeting in the morning light.

"Mr. Anthony has been to Chaoshan?"

Anthony nodded.

"Yes. I went there when I was doing business."

Xie Wanying looked at him.

"What kind of business does Mr. Anthony run?"