Chapter 2613

"Don't be afraid!" Old Wang noticed the staff member was acting strange and hurriedly comforted her in a low voice: "Just open the door, then go hide in 4018. You can come out after we've taken the person away."

The staff member nodded vigorously, took the key, gently opened the door, then stepped back and turned to run toward room 4018 across the hall. If Wen Simao saw that she was the one who opened the door for the police, he would definitely retaliate once he got out.

It wasn't the first or second time Wen Simao had been arrested. Every other time, he'd go in one foot and come out the other. This time, even with so many people showing up and all of them carrying guns, she figured it was just all thunder and no rain; he would surely be released again soon, just like before.

So, it was better for her to stay far away and not let Wen Simao see that she was the one who opened the door for the police. After all, she was just a small girl with thin arms and legs; she couldn't handle Wen Simao's abuse.

The staff member clicked her heels as she scurried nimbly into room 4018, then slammed the door shut with a bang. Still, she couldn't resist her curiosity; she turned and pressed herself against the door, closing one eye to peer through the peephole at the room across the hall.

At this moment, Old Wang was leaning against the doorframe, leaning his upper body forward to look inside. Because it was a suite, he couldn't see the situation inside, but he could clearly hear Wen Simao's snoring.

Old Wang signaled the other three, then stepped into the room first, with the other three following closely behind with light footsteps. The bedroom door of the suite was half-ajar, and Wen Simao was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, snoring loudly enough to shake the ceiling.

Under normal circumstances, Wen Simao wouldn't sleep so soundly. But he had engaged in a round of exercise early this morning, which not only cost him a lot of vital energy but also left him drenched in sweat.

Moreover, this guy was as fat as a pig and had hollowed out his body with wine and women. After that round of exercise, he was physically and mentally exhausted, so he was sleeping very deeply.

Old Wang gently pushed the door open, tiptoed to the bedside, and pointed his gun at Wen Simao's head. The young man standing to the side held his gun in one hand while feeling under Wen Simao's pillow with the other, and sure enough, he pulled out a Black Star pistol.

The young man glanced at the Black Star in his hand and grinned silently. He tucked both pistols into his waistband, then lifted his right leg, knelt on the edge of the bed with his knee, and nodded at his two colleagues.

The three men moved almost simultaneously. The young man's arm pressed down hard on Wen Simao's neck. The main thing was that this pig was too fat; they had to take him by surprise to subdue him in one go. If he were allowed to react, it would definitely take a lot of effort to control him.

Wen Simao's snoring stopped abruptly, and he snapped his eyes open. Reflexively, he tried to lift his arms to struggle, only to find that both arms were being pressed down heavily and wouldn't budge.

Wen Simao was already fat, and suddenly having his neck choked so he couldn't breathe made his chest feel like it was about to explode. He struggled desperately, but his arms were pinned and his head couldn't move; only his legs kicked wildly.

He had never felt death so close before. Whether out of fear or suffocation, his eyes widened until his eyeballs bulged from their sockets, looking terrifying.

"Wen Simao, stop struggling." A cold voice rang in Wen Simao's ear: "We are police. Besides us, there are over twenty people outside. Resistance is useless; you can't run."

Because of the suffocation, Wen Simao's vision was already blacking out, and his strength to struggle grew weaker. When he heard that they were police and not enemies, he decisively gave up struggling.

The moment he stopped struggling, the arm pressing down on his neck vanished, and fresh air rushed into his wide-open mouth, then surged down his trachea into his lungs. It was the first time Wen Simao had ever realized that breathing was such a wonderful thing.

Just as Wen Simao took his first breath and was preparing for the second, a great force surged over, flipping his body over. The back of his head was pressed firmly by a large hand, his entire face buried in the quilt, and his nose and mouth were blocked again.

Two officers twisted Wen Simao's arms behind his back, and one of them took out handcuffs and deftly cuffed him. Wen Simao was almost crying—I already gave up struggling, can't you let me catch my breath? You guys are being too inhumane.

Just as Wen Simao felt death approaching again, the weight on his body lightened, and air rushed into his mouth once more. He truly felt as if he had walked a lap around the Bridge of Helplessness and come back.

Wen Simao breathed in the air greedily, and it took two or three minutes for the guy to recover. His flushed, red face slowly returned to normal.

"Which precinct are you from?" Wen Simao rolled over and sat up, just about to see who had the guts to arrest him, when a piece of clothing was thrown over, covering his head.

"Cut the crap." The same cold voice from before rang out again: "Take him away!"

"Fine, you guys have guts." Wen Simao sneered and cooperated by getting out of bed, wanting to put on his clothes, but Old Wang and his men didn't give him the chance; they hauled him out.

The staff member, who was still pressed against the door looking through the peephole, saw Wen Simao—wearing only his underwear, with his head covered by clothing and wearing handcuffs—being hauled out of the room, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from her sight.

"Phew!"

The staff member let out a long breath, carefully opened the door, poked her head out to look, and then stepped out of the room.

Zhang Hao and Xiao Liu, who had been guarding the fourth-floor rest area, saw that the arrest had been made, stepped up quickly, and entered the elevator together.

The business van was already parked at the main entrance, with one of the anglers driving and the other standing by the car door. After Old Wang and his men escorted Wen Simao into the van, the angler slammed the door shut.

Zhang Hao and Xiao Liu didn't get into that van; instead, they followed the angler into a minivan parked nearby. In less than ten minutes, Wen Simao had been hauled into the vehicle and taken away.

It was already eight-twenty, and many people were up; many had seen the scene of Wen Simao being taken away in his underwear. However, because the guy had his head covered by clothing, no one knew that the person being arrested was Wen Simao.

Woolen Mill, Zhou Andong's office!

"Ring..."

The phone on the desk rang, and Zhou Andong picked it up: "Hello, this is Zhou Andong. Who is this?"

"Factory Director Zhou, this is Fang Hongbin. Wen Simao has been arrested and brought to justice."

A smile appeared on Zhou Andong's face: "Well done. Interrogate him as soon as possible."

"Understood!" Fang Hongbin was also very excited. As long as they cracked Wen Simao's mouth open, a third-class merit was guaranteed, and a second-class merit was even possible.

Zhou Andong stood up and said to Gu Bing, who was sitting on the sofa smoking: "Let's go, we're going to Jinshiguang."