The observant lobby manager, sensing the danger, immediately tried to turn off the music and inform his superiors. Unfortunately, his actions were noticed by a man who had just entered the club.
With a single glance from Gordon, his man quickly understood and hurriedly approached, pointing his gun at the back of the manager’s head.
In a stern voice, Gordon reprimanded, “Don’t turn off the music. Put your head against the wall and crouch down.”
The manager, no stranger to these antipornography campaigns since taking office, tried to smooth-talk the police officer, saying, “Sir, you’ve misunderstood. The Vintage Club is a legitimate business. We only sell drinks and provide singing services, nothing more.”
Due to his influential connections, it was usually just a formality to go through such procedures. However, today was different. The group of people who came in displayed a surprisingly strong and uncompromising attitude, without any room for negotiation.
“Do you fucking think I’m stupid? Put your head against the wall and don’t force me to take you out!” Gordon’s voice was filled with menace.
“Please, please, I’m just a law-abiding citizen.”
Left with no choice and unable to inform his superiors in time, the manager reluctantly put his head against the wall and crouched down in the corner. Nonetheless, his curiosity got the better of him and he stole a glance at the leader of the group.
Before him stood a pair of meticulously polished black leather shoes. Above that was a pair of black suit pants, and the man wearing the uniform had a slender waist and broad shoulders, with the typical inverted triangle body shape.
His eyes were hidden under the brim of his hat, but his defined jawline and bronze-toned, enticing neck were visible. He exuded an impressive, noble air, giving off an aura of coldness and unpredictability.
This kind of person didn’t look like an ordinary police officer involved in antipornography campaigns
At that moment, a clear and sweet voice sounded, “Is the person here?”
“Yes.”
A young woman wearing a light beige coat stepped forward. Her long wavy hair cascaded down behind her, and she wore a white shirt with flared jeans and a pair of white shoes. Her refreshing and stylish attire, combined with her stunning beauty, surpassed even the club’s top hostesses.
However, Cheyenne’s attempt to look handsome failed within three seconds. Her injured foot hadn’t fully healed, so she had to hop around with each step, resembling an adorable clumsy bunny.
Upon seeing this, Gordon decided to leave her there to wait. Cheyenne thought it was for the best, as she didn’t want to be a burden.
“Alright, I’ll stay here and supervise. Mr. Murillo, you go catch the person.”
“Okay.”
As for the people outside, Gordon coldly remarked, “Arrest them all and bring them in for a thorough investigation.”
“But, Director, there are so many people here…”
There were easily several hundred of them.
Gordon glared at him and retorted, “It is better to mistakenly arrest someone than to let them go.”
“Yes, I promise to complete the task.”
Meanwhile, inside one of the private rooms, Elsa didn’t hear anything due to the loud music outside. Unaware of what was happening, she happily savored her victory over Maria while enjoying a glass of red wine.
“Omari, oh Omari, look… Without you, I, Elsa, am doing just fine. In fact, even better than you!”
“Why did you have to call off the wedding…”
Although she had found countless men over the years, some with eyes resembling Omari’s, others with a similar charisma…
The one who had stayed with her the longest was the young gigolo who had come with her from Onistead. He was only twenty years old, young, handsome, and had a sweet way with words that made her happy.
Among all the men she had slept with, he had the closest resemblance to Omari in terms of facial features.
Elsa gave him a generous pay, and every night they spent together brought her joy.
But upon waking up the next day, it all felt ridiculous. She couldn’t forget the humiliation Omari had subjected her to five years ago! He was just someone who looked like him, but couldn’t compare to Omari in the slightest!
Thinking about this, Elsa forcefully drank a sip of red wine and suddenly slammed the wine glass against the window.
Crack!
Since the windows were bulletproof, there was no damage. However, the delicate stemmed glass shattered, scattering glass shards on the floor. The red wine stained the white curtains, appearing as if blood had splattered on them. It was a chilling sight.
Elsa stared at the colorful lights outside the window and suddenly smiled.
“Soon, I’ll be able to see him again, won’t I?”
“This time, I’ll make him regret how he treated me in the past!”
Consumed by anger, her breathing became rapid, and her V-neck dress struggled to contain her heaving bosom, on the verge of bursting forth.
Just as she managed to calm herself, her vibrating handbag on the chair interrupted the moment.
Someone was calling her.
She answered, and it was one of her hired bodyguards on the line.
“Hello, what is it?”
“Miss, something’s wrong… Gordon has surrounded the Vintage Club. You need to run!”
“What did you say?”
They were surrounded outside?
Elsa quickly walked to the door, tiptoed, and looked through the peephole. As expected, she saw a man in a cap at the corner of the elevator, accompanied by the calm and regular sound of footsteps coming nearer.
Closer and closer.
Ten meters.
Nine meters.
That figure and demeanor could only belong to Gordon.
…
Five meters.
Four meters.
Elsa surveyed the room but found no place to hide.
She panicked, fidgeting in place like an ant on a hot plate. “Damn it, why didn’t you keep an eye on the outside?”
“What should I do now?”
The bodyguard remained silent.
He was hiding in the restroom himself, uncertain of his own safety. Tonight, everyone was too caught up in the fun, letting their guards down. Moreover, the police had come under the pretense of a antipornography campaign, so they hadn’t received any prior warning.
Knock, knock…
Suddenly, the sound of a knocking door reverberated. Each knock felt like a strike against Elsa’s heart.
Her nerves were on edge, her limbs stiff. She instinctively turned her head towards the door, wide-eyed but unable to utter a word.
“There’s no response. What should I do, Master?”
Gordon’s gaze darkened as he commanded, “Just break it down!”
“Yes.”
Two special police officers swiftly stepped forward and forcefully hit the door with their arms.
The door shattered.
…
On the other side, after taking the pill and leaving the private room, Maria began feeling increasingly ill. It felt as though a furnace was hidden within her body, growing hotter and hotter.
“So hot!”
Despite it being late autumn, with temperatures only around seven or eight degrees outside, she should have been feeling cold. Instead, she wanted to take off her coat to relieve the heat.
It wasn’t just the heat. She was also becoming increasingly thirsty, desperately longing for water. As these sensations intensified, Maria’s consciousness started to blur, and on high heels, she stumbled into a passerby.
“Oops, I’m sorry!”
“Hey, it’s Maria. Have you had drunk too much? Do you want me to take you home?”