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    “Tch! Damn it, this woman has some nerve, daring to escape on her own. She even dares to resist when caught, let’s see how she escapes this time!” A thug named Sun Qi, who had taken off his jacket and was only wearing a black T-shirt, spat on the ground, rubbed the corner of his mouth that was injured, sucked in a breath of cold air, and cursed.

    At this moment, in the corner of the room, Mei Ting was lying on the ground with disheveled hair, eyes closed. Her face and body were covered in wounds from being beaten by several men during the struggle, and dirty shoe prints. The clothes on her shoulder had been torn open, revealing her injured shoulder and a black bra strap. She was motionless, seemingly unconscious from the beating.

    Just then, the door of the room was pushed open, and Zhang Biao, rubbing his head, walked in. His gaze passed over the four men standing in the room and looked at Mei Ting in the corner, asking, “Is she subdued?”

    “Boss, she’s subdued, completely subdued.” Sun Qi saw Zhang Biao come in and, ignoring the burning pain in the corner of his mouth, quickly put on a flattering smile.

    “Alright, then you guys go out first. I need to rest in this room. I was exhausted leading the team out on the front lines tonight. Oh, right, Wang Kun, bring me a blanket. This room doesn’t even have a proper bed, I can’t sleep on the floor, can I?” Zhang Biao picked at the corner of his eye and stopped the men who were about to leave, adding, “Also, the brothers are all tired. I’ll switch with you guys after I’ve rested, and you can all come in and rest too, right? Work and rest should be combined.”

    The men who were walking out paused when they heard Zhang Biao’s words, and then they all smiled obsequiously, nodding and saying, “That’s right, that’s right! Boss, you rest first, we’re not in a hurry, take your time.” Then they all left the room and thoughtfully closed the door behind them.

    And Zhang Biao in the room, while taking off his suit jacket, licked his lips and walked towards Mei Ting in the corner…

    In another room, Wang Dong, who had been brought to the room by the gang members along with Mei Ting, had been searched by a thin man named Qi Xin. Then he was led out of the room and downstairs. But before he reached the first floor, he heard a woman in the room on the second floor where Mei Ting had been searched open the door and shout, “Quick! Someone, come quick! The new woman is trying to escape!!”

    Crap! It’s Mei Ting!

    Wang Dong was shocked and wanted to turn around and run to the second floor, but Qi Xin beside him and Li Yang behind him didn’t give him a chance to run to Mei Ting’s side. They each grabbed his arm and restrained him. Then he could only watch as four men on the first floor rushed upstairs past him with fierce expressions. Soon, chaotic shouts and clanging sounds rang out upstairs.

    “Mei Ting!” Because he couldn’t break free from Qi Xin and Li Yang’s hold, Wang Dong could only stretch his neck and shout towards the second floor, “Mei Ting! Are you okay! Let me go!! Don’t hurt her! Mei Ting!”

    “Stop shouting! It’s useless! I told you, the consequence of escaping is getting beaten! You still didn’t believe it.” Qi Xin followed Wang Dong’s gaze and looked at the second floor, but then sighed and advised.

    Li Yang glared at Qi Xin and said, “Do your job, don’t say useless things!”

    “Okay.” Qi Xin was reminded by Li Yang and remembered the beating he had received before for talking too much, so he quickly shut up and said, “Okay.” The two of them dragged Wang Dong, who was unwilling to go downstairs, together downstairs.

    “Let go! Let go of me! I want to see my girlfriend! What did you do to her!!” Wang Dong, who had reached the first floor, still hadn’t calmed down, kicking and shouting.

    At this time, Zhang Biao, who had been sitting on the waiting chair on the first floor with his eyes closed, resting, was annoyed by Wang Dong’s loud shouting. He suddenly opened his eyes and walked to Wang Dong, who was being restrained, in two steps, raising his hand and throwing a straight punch into Wang Dong’s stomach.

    “Cough cough.” Wang Dong’s body bent backward, and he was instantly unable to breathe from the punch, his face flushed red.

    Then Zhang Biao withdrew his fist, and Wang Dong, after recovering, coughed violently a few times and began to pant.

    “You beat people for no reason! Imprison us! Is there any justice?!” Wang Dong recovered a little and, because he was anxious and worried about Mei Ting’s situation, he, who was usually quiet, was so angry that he stretched the veins on his neck and shouted again and again.

    “Justice?? Haha. Here, we are justice! What are you shouting for, even if you shout, no hero will come to save you!” As he spoke, Zhang Biao turned around and picked out a dark blue police uniform from the pile of clothes that the others had collected to replace, turned his head and slammed the clothes on Wang Dong’s face, continuing, “Don’t say it’s you! Even if someone wearing this uniform came, they would still end up here. Justice? The righteous always die first! This is the reality of the world!!”

    Wang Dong lowered his head and recognized the clothes on the ground, they were genuine police uniforms, and there was even a row of police numbers on one side of the chest.

    He widened his eyes incredulously and looked up, stuttering, “No, impossible… you killed a cop… cop…”

    “That’s right. Killed him. A young fool with a broken pistol thought he could control a dozen of us, what a dream!” The expression on Zhang Biao’s face didn’t show the slightest regret, guilt, or self-blame, but was full of smugness and self-satisfaction.

    “…You actually… actually… killed…” This time Wang Dong was completely frightened and lost the will to resist, muttering a sentence, his pupils trembling in his sockets, and his whole person quickly withered in Qi Xin and Li Yang’s hands, despairingly losing his mind.

    Zhang Biao took out a pair of silver handcuffs from his pocket and threw them to Li Yang, saying, “Go, lock him in the toilet. Keep an eye on him, don’t let him die, he might be useful for the next operation.”

    After explaining this, Zhang Biao turned around and slowly went up to the second floor.

    And the remaining women on the first floor acted as if they hadn’t heard Wang Dong and Mei Ting’s resistance from beginning to end. It wasn’t until Zhang Biao said that they had killed someone that two timid women quickly lowered their heads and turned their backs, hiding their trembling bodies.

    After Zhang Biao left, the remaining men on the first floor gathered together, took out a deck of playing cards from their pockets, and sat on the floor to play. Among them, of course, there were also some small business owners who had mixed well with Meng Qinghua before, but since the crisis broke out, more than half of the thugs in the entire force were Meng Qinghua’s subordinates, and he unconsciously became the big Boss here. Even Bian Chunxue, the most flirtatious and attractive woman among the women, was monopolized by Meng Qinghua alone, not allowing other men to look at her more than once.

    Although several of the original bosses were unwilling to lower their status, they also understood the principle that a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Moreover, Meng Qinghua was considerate to them, and basically wouldn’t arrange for them to go out on missions. This delicate peace was maintained.

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