Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Qian Zhangfang also knew he was in danger, and that he was hiding here not just for pleasure, but more like waiting for something, or... this place itself was a contact point or a hiding place.

Forcing our way in won't work. They're on guard, and there might be more than one of them. We need to find another way in, or... lure them out.

He retreated to his hiding corner, his mind racing. Judging from "One Bite Red's" reaction, she seemed somewhat concerned about the commotion upstairs, but didn't immediately go up to check, indicating that she also harbored some degree of apprehension towards the "guest" upstairs, or perhaps they had reached some tacit understanding. This "One Bite Red" was probably not simple either.

Perhaps we can find a breakthrough by focusing on "One Bite Red".

Lin Feng waited patiently for about fifteen minutes, estimating that "One Bite Red's" vigilance should have relaxed a little. He straightened his clothes, making himself look more like an ordinary, somewhat lustful pleasure-seeker, then walked to the wooden door, raised his hand, and knocked three times, neither too hard nor too softly.

There was complete silence inside, and no one answered.

Lin Feng knocked three more times, this time with a little more force.

"Who is it? What are you knocking for so early in the morning!" came the impatient voice of "One Bite Red" from inside the door, filled with annoyance at being disturbed from her sweet dreams.

"Open the door, it's me, I'm here to see Hong Gu." Lin Feng lowered his voice, deliberately adding a hint of urgency and rudeness.

"Looking for Aunt Hong? Which Aunt Hong? There's no one here!" "One-Bite Red" yelled through the door, clearly not wanting to open it.

"Stop talking nonsense! It's 'One Bite Red'! Open the door, I have an emergency!" Lin Feng raised his voice, with a hint of street ruffian arrogance, and slammed his hand on the door twice, making a "bang bang" sound.

"You motherfucker..." "One Red" inside the door seemed enraged, but stopped halfway through his curse, as if hesitating. Lin Feng heard light footsteps approaching from behind the door, as if someone was peeking out through the crack.

He stood still, slightly turned to the side, so that the people inside the door could roughly see his clothes and figure, but not his face.

After a brief silence, the latch slid open with a creak, and the wooden door opened a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through. "One-Piece Red" appeared behind the door, her powdered face giving Lin Feng a hostile look, especially lingering on his seemingly ordinary yet ramrod-straight figure and the bundle he carried.

"Who are you? What do you want with me?" "One Bite Red" blocked the doorway, showing no intention of moving aside, her tone full of vigilance.

Lin Feng forced a somewhat lewd and anxious smile and lowered his voice, saying, "Hong Gu, it was Mr. Qian from 'Zhou Ji' in the west of the city who sent me. He said he has something important to give you and asked me to pass on a message."

"Weekly Journal? Mr. Qian?" A fleeting hint of surprise crossed "One-Bite Red's" eyes, but she quickly masked it, scoffing, "What Mr. Qian's Weekly Journal? I don't know him! You've got the wrong place! Get lost!"

As she spoke, she was about to close the door.

Lin Feng was prepared. He moved swiftly, wedging himself in the doorway. Simultaneously, he flipped his hand, revealing the token he'd obtained from Zhou Wenyuan—the one representing his position as the warehouse manager (not the personal seal given by Zhou Wenyuan)—and flashed it quickly in front of "One-Bite Red," hissing, "Look carefully! Mr. Qian said you recognize this! Can you afford to take responsibility for delaying important matters?"

The token had an antique design, with the words "Weekly Journal" clearly visible on it. "One-Bite Red's" gaze lingered on the token for a moment, her expression subtly shifting, her eyes growing more wary, but she stopped closing the door. She scrutinized Lin Feng again, seemingly assessing the token's authenticity and the veracity of his words.

"Mr. Qian... what message did you want to convey?" she finally asked, her voice low and tentative.

"He said, 'The ledger is in hand. Things are tense. Make arrangements quickly. See you at the usual place.'" Lin Feng stared into "One Bite Red's" eyes and said each word carefully, his muscles tense, ready to deal with any unexpected situation. This was a fabrication based on known information, intended to test "One Bite Red's" reaction, and also to gamble that the accountant had indeed brought the important ledger here, or that "One Bite Red" knew of its existence.

Sure enough, upon hearing the word "ledger," "Yi Kou Hong's" pupils contracted sharply. Although she immediately controlled her expression, the shock and tension in that instant did not escape Lin Feng's notice. She remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly thinking quickly, then stepped aside and whispered, "Let's talk inside."

Lin Feng slipped inside, and "One Bite Red" immediately closed the door and bolted it. The room was dimly lit, the air was murky, and filled with a mixture of cheap cosmetics, musty smells, and some other indescribable odor. The furnishings were simple, with only a broken table, a few chairs, and some miscellaneous items piled in the corner. The stairs led to the second floor.

"Where is the stuff? The stuff Mr. Qian asked you to bring?" "One Bite Red" turned around, stared at Lin Feng, and stretched out her hand, her tone urgent.

Lin Feng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he quickly scanned the room to make sure there were no other ambushes before looking at "One Bite Red" and slowly saying, "The item isn't on me. Where's Mr. Qian? I need to hand it over to him personally."

"He's not here," "One-Bite Red" said immediately, her eyes gleaming. "Give me the things, and I'll pass them on to him."

"Not here?" Lin Feng sneered inwardly, but his face showed suspicion and dissatisfaction. "Hong Gu, this is no fun. Mr. Qian clearly said he was waiting for news here. Has something happened? Or are you..." He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze fixed on the stairs leading to the second floor.

"One Bite Red's" face darkened: "What do you mean? Don't you trust me? I said he's not here, and that's final! Either leave your things here, or get out of here! Don't cause trouble!"

"Trouble?" Lin Feng took a step forward, a hint of the cold, ruthless aura of a border soldier that he had deliberately concealed inadvertently leaked out, causing "One-Bite Red" to instinctively take a half-step back, her face showing surprise. "Hong Gu, I think you're in trouble here? That person upstairs is probably not an ordinary 'guest,' is he?"

"You..." "Yikouhong" was both surprised and angry. Just as she was about to say something, a slight creaking sound, like a chair moving, came from upstairs.

Lin Feng and "Yikouhong" both looked up at the stairs.

"Let him come up." A deliberately lowered male voice, tinged with hoarseness and nervousness, came from the second floor.

It's the accountant! He really is upstairs! And he seems to have been alerted by the conversation downstairs.

"One Bite Red's" expression shifted, finally glaring hatefully at Lin Feng before stepping aside to clear the way to the stairs. She whispered, "Go up! It's the first room on the left. Be careful, don't try anything funny!"

Lin Feng stopped looking at her, gripped the hilt of the short knife in his sleeve, and stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs. The stairs were steep, and the light was even dimmer. He could feel a gaze from upstairs, fixed on him through the crack in the door.

Upon reaching the second floor, the corridor was narrow, with only two rooms on the left and right. The door to the room on the left was ajar, revealing a sliver of dim light.

Lin Feng walked to the door, but didn't go in immediately. Instead, he stepped aside and whispered, "Mr. Qian?"

"Come in," the voice inside said, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.