After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Gu Ziming's lips curled into a lewd smile as he dialed a voice call.

The phone rang only once before it was answered instantly.

"Hey~ Young Master Gu~ You haven't contacted me in so long, I thought you'd forgotten about me since you got engaged~" A coquettish, sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hehe, baby, how could I? This young master could forget anyone but you, my little devil!"

Gu Ziming started the car while uttering vulgar words.

"Enough talk, same old rules, Hilton Hotel, suite. You'd better get cleaned up and wait for me right now. I'm in a bad mood tonight. If you don't make me feel good, see how I deal with you!"

"Oh, Mr. Gu, you're so naughty~ I'm going to take a bath right now and wait for you, I promise I'll make you feel like you're in heaven~"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Ziming floored the gas pedal and drove off.

"boom--!"

The Mercedes roared like a wild beast as it drove out of the Yunding Mountain Villa District and sped toward the most bustling nightlife area in downtown Hanzhou.

Gu Ziming's mind was filled with the impending passion he was about to have, fantasizing about how to vent his lust for the night on that "cannon rig number three".

however.

But he didn't notice at all.

The moment his Porsche drove out of the villa area gate.

In the shade of a sturdy plane tree by the roadside, a burly figure in a black leather jacket and a black baseball cap was quietly straddling a black, high-displacement motorcycle without license plates.

The shadowy figure had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, gleamed like those of a lone wolf eyeing its prey in the night, exuding a cold, bloodthirsty glint.

Watching the Porsche's taillights disappear into the night.

The dark figure slowly spat out the cigarette from his mouth, put on black tactical gloves, and suddenly twisted the accelerator.

"Buzz—!"

The black motorcycle, like a black lightning bolt, silently disappeared into the night, relentlessly following behind Gu Ziming's car...

. . . .

The black motorcycle, like a black lightning bolt, silently disappeared into the night, relentlessly following behind Gu Ziming's car...

The night wind howled wildly in his ears, and Leng Erhu lowered his body, almost pressing himself against the large fuel tank.

His eyes, hidden behind the black helmet visor, were like those of a lone wolf locking onto its prey in the night, radiating a chilling, piercing light.

The Mercedes in front was driving very fast.

Gu Ziming was clearly impatient, running two yellow lights along the way and speeding up to over 100 miles per hour.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Gu Ziming's mind was filled with those indescribable images.

He held the steering wheel with one hand while loosening his tie around his neck, muttering curses under his breath.

"Shen Qinghan, you shameless bitch, you don't know what's good for you!"

"You really think I can't live without you? If it weren't for the Shen family's meager fortune, I wouldn't bother serving a pregnant woman like you!"

"Once I get control of the Shen Group, the first thing I'll do is kick you to the curb!"

Gu Ziming felt increasingly frustrated, but the thought of meeting the hot "Sex Buddy Number Three" in the hotel suite soon made the lustful fire in his lower abdomen burn even more intensely.

He slammed on the gas, and the Mercedes roared as it sped towards the Hilton Hotel in downtown Hanzhou.

Leng Erhu hung at a distance, neither too close nor too far behind.

As one of the most elite black gloves in the underworld, Leng Erhu's tracking skills were nothing short of divine.

He didn't turn on his headlights, relying entirely on the dim light of the streetlights and his keen intuition to maintain a safe distance of about 200 meters from Gu Ziming's Mercedes.

It will neither lose track of them nor attract their attention.

Twenty minutes later.

The Mercedes executed a beautiful drift and plunged directly into the Hilton Hotel's underground VIP parking lot.

Leng Erhu didn't follow them down to the underground parking garage, but instead parked his motorcycle in a dark alley across from the hotel.

He quickly took off his helmet, pulled a black baseball cap from the storage compartment on the side of the motorcycle and put it on his head, then put on a black medical mask.

After doing all this, Leng Erhu acted as if nothing had happened, put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, strolled across the street, and walked into the magnificent lobby of the Hilton Hotel.

After parking his car, Gu Ziming, feeling guilty, put on a pair of large sunglasses.

He strode to the front desk and used someone else's ID card, which he had prepared beforehand, to book a presidential suite on the top floor, the 88th floor.

After receiving the room key, Gu Ziming couldn't wait to get into the private elevator.

Leng Erhu didn't try to squeeze into the elevator; instead, he turned around and walked into the fire escape next to it.

His formidable physical prowess was on full display at this moment; he climbed eighty-eight floors in one breath without even breaking a sweat.

Leng Erhu pushed open the door to the fire escape, poked half his head out, and fixed his gaze on the presidential suite No. 8888 at the end of the corridor.

Not long after.

A crisp "ding" sounded.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

A strong, pungent smell of cheap perfume instantly filled the entire corridor.

A tall, scantily clad woman swayed her hips as she walked out.

The woman was wearing a deep V-neck red tight-fitting halter dress, the hem of which was so short it barely covered her buttocks, and she wore a pair of stiletto heels that were at least twelve centimeters high.

Her face was heavily made up, and her chin was so sharp it could kill someone; she looked like a mass-produced, surgically enhanced face.

This was the escort girl Gu Ziming had summoned, known as "Gun Frame Number Three".

As the woman walked, she touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror on the corridor wall, then walked with a cat-like gait to the door of room 8888.

She extended her fingers, which had been styled in an extravagant manicure, and gently rang the doorbell.

The door was opened almost instantly.

Gu Ziming had already stripped down to just a bathrobe and stood behind the door, his face full of anxiety.

"Oh, Mr. Gu~ I've missed you so much~"

The moment the escort saw Gu Ziming, she let out a soft, seductive moan that could melt anyone's bones, and pressed herself against him as if she had no bones at all.

"You little slut, you're lucky you got here fast! I'm in a really bad mood today, so come in and cool me down!"

Gu Ziming grabbed the woman's slender waist and impatiently kissed her on the cheek before pulling her into the room.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Leng Erhu, hiding in the fire escape, curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.

He took a miniature, high-definition pinhole camera out of his pocket and silently walked to the door of room 8888.

Leng Erhu moved with lightning speed, cleverly attaching the miniature camera to a hidden corner under the door, with the lens pointing precisely at the entrance and living room areas inside the room.

He then took out his phone and connected to the camera signal.

The screen immediately displayed a live feed of the room.

Gu Ziming was impatiently tearing at the clothes of the escort girl. The two flirted and stumbled towards the large bed in the bedroom.

Without hesitation, Leng Erhu directly encrypted and sent the real-time monitoring footage, along with the hotel's location and room number, to Jiang Ye's mobile phone.

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