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

Lou Zhenhua looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled.

The smile was brief; he picked up his coffee cup and took a sip.

"Alright. No more questions. See you at the dock in two weeks."

Zhou Yongling took an envelope out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

"This is the deposit. Two hundred thousand."

Lou Zhenhua picked up the envelope, weighed it in his hand, and put it in his pocket.

He stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Mr. Zhou, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Zhou Yongling also stood up. "It's a pleasure working with you."

Lou Zhenhua turned around and strode towards the door. He pushed it open and disappeared into the afternoon sunlight.

Zhou Yongling stood there, looking at the closed door.

He picked up the now-cold milk tea, took a sip, and found it astringent and bitter.

He swallowed it slowly, and then he left.

Hong Kong Island, Tsim Sha Tsui.

A high-end hotel, hidden in a small alley next to Nathan Road.

The storefront wasn't large, but several black cars were parked in front, making it a place frequented by wealthy people.

Eighth floor, a suite at the end of the corridor.

Su Zhenzhen woke up in bed, and sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on the bed.

She squinted and reached out to touch the side—it was empty, and the blanket was already cold.

William is gone.

She slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard. The blanket slipped down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Looking down at herself, she saw red marks left from last night on her collarbone, like a few plum blossoms.

She reached out and touched it; it hurt a little, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.

That foreigner looks so refined, but he's like a wild beast in bed.

She turned her head to look at the bedside table.

On top was a stack of banknotes, Hong Kong dollars, brand new, tied with a rubber band, a thick pile.

Su Zhenzhen reached out and took it, weighing it in her hand—it was worth at least several thousand yuan.

She pressed the banknotes to her chest and smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons.

William is much more generous with his money than Anthony.

Anthony gave her a diamond ring, but you can't eat or drink that stuff; money is much more practical.

She stuffed the money into her handbag, got out of bed, and walked to the mirror.

The woman in the mirror had messy hair and a tired look on her face from a hangover, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and then began to wash and dress.

Half an hour later, Su Zhenzhen walked out of the hotel.

The sunlight was blinding, so she squinted, hailed a taxi, and got in.

"Tsim Sha Tsui, XX Hotel".

The car started and slowly drove away.

Su Zhenzhen leaned back in her seat, watching the street scene rushing past the window.

She remembered what Yingjie had said—

"Try to get closer and see if you can establish a relationship."

She got on board, and she did a pretty good job.

A faint smile appeared on her lips, a smile that was brief, fleeting in the sunlight.

Tsim Sha Tsui, XX Hotel.

Xie Wanying's suite.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the afternoon sun shone through the French windows, casting bright patches of light on the carpet.

The surface of Victoria Harbour shimmered, and cargo ships slowly passed by in the distance, their horns drifting in through the glass, muffled and indistinct.

Xie Wanying stood by the window, wearing a light purple cheongsam, her hair tied up, and light makeup on her face.

She held a cup of tea in her hand, but didn't drink it. She looked out the window at the sea, her eyes expressionless.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Su Zhenzhen walked in.

She was wearing a low-cut red dress with a very low neckline, revealing her ample breasts.

Her hair was permed into big curls and draped over her shoulders. She wore heavy makeup, with thick eyeshadow and bright red lips.

She was still wearing the diamond ring Anthony had given her, which shone brightly under the lights.

She walked up to Xie Wanying with a smile on her face.

"Sister Ying!"

Xie Wanying turned around and looked at her.

"sit."

Su Zhenzhen sat down on the sofa, her eyes sparkling, waiting.

She took the wad of banknotes out of her handbag and placed it on the coffee table.

"Sister Ying, he gave it to me. Several thousand yuan, he's very generous."

Xie Wanying glanced at the stack of banknotes, then looked at Su Zhenzhen.

"William?"

Su Zhenzhen nodded.

"Yes. William Brown. An Englishman, a senior police officer, who recently arrived in Hong Kong. He's acting as Anthony's replacement."

Xie Wanying sat down opposite her, picked up her teacup and took a sip.

"How is he?"

Su Zhenzhen thought about it.

"He seems quite refined, and he's generous with his money. It's just—"

She paused, her face flushing slightly.

"That's right, he's pretty good at that."

A smile appeared on Xie Wanying's lips, a smile that was brief and fleeting in the sunlight.

What does he like?

Su Zhenzhen said, "He likes drinking and women. He's similar to Anthony."

She leaned forward. "Sister Ying, he's very interested in me. Last night at the bar, I deliberately bumped into him, and he took the bait."

Xie Wanying looked at her.

Do you think he's capable of using it?

Su Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment.

"Can it be used?"

Xie Wanying nodded. Su Zhenzhen thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes. He's greedy and lustful. That kind of person is the best to use."

Xie Wanying leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Greed for money and lust for women—the British and the Chinese are the same.

She looked away and gazed at Su Zhenzhen.

"Continue to associate with him. Give him whatever he wants. Don't worry about the money."

Su Zhenzhen nodded.

"Don't worry, Sister Ying. I will take good care of him."

Xie Wanying took an envelope out of her handbag, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards the table.

Su Zhenzhen opened it and saw a thick stack of banknotes inside.

"Sister Ying, this—"

Xie Wanying said, "Here you go. This is your activity fee."

Su Zhenzhen put the money away, beaming from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Sister Ying!"

Xie Wanying looked at her.

"There's one more thing. Let me know as soon as there's any news from the police station."

Su Zhenzhen nodded.

"clear."

She stood up, walked to the door, and glanced back at Xie Wanying.

"Sister Ying, wait for my news."

She pushed open the door and went out.

The door closed behind me. The footsteps faded into the distance down the corridor.

Xie Wanying was the only one left in the room.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

William Brown—the new foreigner.

Greedy for money and lustful.

It works.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the sea.

Princess Jin, third-floor office.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow inside the room.

The faint sounds of the bustling city outside the window could be heard, but after being separated by glass, only a muffled buzzing could be heard.

Chen Feng sat behind his desk, holding an account book in his hand, slowly flipping through it.

The skinny monkey stood in front of him, holding a few sheets of paper in his hand.

The skinny monkey looked at him.

"Yan Tong has been investigating us recently. He has people keeping an eye on Princess Jin and also inquiring about who you do business with."

Chen Feng's eyes twitched slightly, just for a moment.

Yan Tong—that old fox—finally couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling.

Skinny monkey, wait.

"Big Steel Bro, what do we do?"

Chen Feng looked at him.

"Let him investigate."

The skinny monkey was stunned.

"Let him investigate?"

Chen Feng stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to the skinny monkey, and looked at the street outside the window.

"Only after they found out did he realize how big we were. Once he knew, he didn't dare to do anything."

The skinny monkey paused for a second, then nodded.

"Understood."