Chapter 814: Caught in the Act at the Hotel

The two words 'revenge' came from Yang Qing's mouth, carrying a hint of the jianghu's fierce spirit.

Lin Dongfan knew this brother of his all too well.

In their youth, Yang Qing's classmate was colloquially called Yang Sansui! What does 'three-year-old kid' mean? Put bluntly, it means acting without regard for consequences, making him the notorious 'mad dog' of the Nanzhou police force.

Once he sets his sights on a case, he won't let go until he bites off a piece of flesh.

Although Yang Sansui is currently on leave due to injury, his foul temper hasn't changed at all. After all, the so-called injury and so-called amnesia are merely a pretense to cover up.

"How do you plan to take revenge?" Lin Dongfan stared at Yang Qing: "Charge in and beat him up?"

Yang Qing grinned, revealing his white teeth: "That would be too lenient. I want him to suffer social death, to remember this night for the rest of his life."

Saying this, Yang Qing pulled out his phone and swiped a few times.

The screen showed the hotel's real-time surveillance footage—the hallway of the sixteenth-floor executive suite, empty and very quiet.

"Did you hack into the hotel's system?" Lin Dongfan frowned slightly.

"This is called technical investigation." Yang Qing said righteously: "When I wasn't on leave due to illness, I did this sort of thing all the time. Rest assured, it's legal, compliant, and follows procedure."

He slipped his phone back into his pocket.

He tugged Lin Dongfan toward the hotel: "Stop dawdling; if we're later, that old bastard will be done, and I don't want him to enjoy himself too thoroughly."

Lin Dongfan was half-dragged, half-pulled into the hotel lobby by him.

The crystal chandelier dazzled the eyes, and the air was filled with a mingled scent of perfume and money.

Seeing the two, the front desk clerk was about to speak when Yang Qing flashed his credentials—the imposing presence of a Deputy Director of the Jianglan Province Public Security Bureau, more than enough to intimidate a front desk attendant.

"We're on duty; cooperate." Yang Qing's face was stern, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The front desk clerk stared for two seconds, then quickly nodded: "Please wait a moment, Leader; I'll call the manager right away."

"No need." Yang Qing waved his hand: "Give me the key card for room 1618 on the sixteenth floor. Also, starting now, shut down all surveillance on the sixteenth floor."

"This… this isn't according to regulations," the front desk clerk said, looking embarrassed.

Yang Qing leaned in, lowering his voice: "We're investigating the lifestyle of an important leading cadre. If word leaks and causes a bad social impact, can you bear the responsibility?"

The front desk clerk's face turned pale; she fumbled for the key card and handed it over with both hands.

Yang Qing took the key card, tugged Lin Dongfan, and headed for the elevator.

Inside the elevator.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help asking: "You've been on leave due to injury for years, yet you keep flashing your Deputy Director's ID everywhere, pretending to be important?"

"Whether I'm on leave or not, I'm truly a Deputy Director." Yang Qing said nonchalantly: "I'm legitimately showing off my muscle and rank; how does that become showing off in your eyes?"

Lin Dongfan laughed and cried: "Being on leave means you have no law enforcement authority; you're knowingly breaking the law."

"Then arrest me." Yang Qing gave him a sideways glance: "I invited you to come along and have fun—what else could it be but wanting to lawfully and reasonably pull off a job on that son of a bitch?"

"Fine, you're awesome; I'll shut up."

When it comes to trash-talking, Lin Dongfan had to admit that over these years he's been on a decline, unable to outmatch the shameless Yang Sansui.

The elevator soon reached the sixteenth floor.

The hallway was carpeted thickly, making no sound when stepped on.

Yang Qing walked to the door of 1618, put his ear to it to listen, then gave Lin Dongfan a "shhh" gesture.

Then he gently swiped the card.

With a "beep," the lock opened smoothly.

Yang Qing shoved the door open and entered.

How to describe the scene in the room? It was quite visually striking, comparable to a love blockbuster from Cherry Blossom Country.

Yuan Ben Zhong lay on the bed, shirtless, wearing only underwear, scrolling short videos on his phone.

On the left lay Along-haired girl, on the right a short-haired girl; both wore expressions of utter boredom, just as they were when they entered the world—physically speaking, very "candid."

It looks like we arrived a step late; the show just ended.

On the bedside table sat empty bottles and ashtrays, while the trash can was overflowing with tissues.

It must be said that……

At the instant the door was shoved open, Yuan Ben Zhong shuddered all over, his phone dropping onto his stomach; whether it hurt or not aside, his expression was grim.

The two girls also screamed aloud, hastily pulling the blanket over themselves.

"Who the hell?! You didn't even knock—" Yuan Ben Zhong instinctively cursed, but when he saw who stood at the doorway, the rest of his words caught in his throat.

He recognized Yang Qing—a Deputy Director of the Provincial Public Security Department, who, although currently on leave, still retained his authority.

And the person beside Yang Qing…

Yuan Ben Zhong rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't mistaken.

Lin Dongfan!

The mayor of Place, Lin Dongfan.

Late at night, past eleven, he appeared at the doorway of the hotel room.

Yuan Ben Zhong's head buzzed, and his mind went blank in an instant.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out; he fumbled desperately for clothes, but they were strewn everywhere, impossible to find in a moment.

"Director Yuan." Lin Dongfan spoke first, his voice eerily calm: "Quite the pastime."

"Mayor… Mayor Lin…" Yuan Ben Zhong's voice trembled: "You… you came—listen to me, it's not what you think…"

"Just passing by." Lin Dongfan explained nonchalantly: "I heard Director Yuan was resting here, so I dropped by to check—"

He glanced at the room's scene, leaving his sentence unfinished.

But the meaning was already clear.

Qing walked in, picked up the phone from the floor, glanced at the screen—still playing a short video titled "Health Secrets for Middle-Aged Men."

"Director Yuan sure knows how to keep healthy." Yang Qing tossed the phone back onto the bed with a lewd grin: "Health preservation on one hand, beastly behavior on the other?"

That was too blunt; Yuan Ben Zhong's face turned green.

Yuan Ben Zhong wanted to explain, but how could he explain this scene? Caught red-handed, in flagrante—though not technically adultery, it's essentially the same.

"Mayor Lin, hear me out..."

Yuan Ben Zhong finally found his trousers and fumbled them on: "These... these two are my nieces, distant relatives visiting Wuzhou; I arranged for them to stay here."

"Nieces?" Yang Qing laughed, walked to the bed, and looked at the two girls: "Come on, tell Uncle—are you really his nieces?"

The two girls kept their heads down, silent.

"Don't be afraid," Yang Qing said gently, though his eyes were cold: "Honestly, it's fine—I'm the deputy director of the Provincial Public Security Department; my word is law. If I say you're alright, you're alright."

The short-haired girl hesitated.

She whispered: "We... we're students at Jianglan Daxue's College of Arts... it's... Su Zong sent us to accompany Bureau Chief Yuan."

"Which Su Zong?" Yang Qing asked.

"The Su Zong from Green Wild Landscaping..." the long-haired girl added: "He said we'd get five thousand each for the accompaniment."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Ben Zhong collapsed completely.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What the hell have I been through?

Is this a setup?

Have I been set up?

These questions surged like a tide in Yuan Ben Zhong's mind, and he fell apart completely.

In this lifetime.

He's slept with more women than you could count on broken fingers.

But he had never felt so humiliated; it was like soaring to the heights, then suddenly being stabbed in the back and plunging straight into a bottomless abyss.