Chapter 245
“What does Brother Dong mean?” the police officer asked with a flattering smile. Xie Wendong replied with his back to them, “Of course, the fewer troubles, the better!” A glint appeared in the police officer’s eyes as he nodded, “I see!” After the police car entered the city, Xie Wendong patted the driver’s shoulder and said, “Pull over.” The police officer in the passenger seat asked, “Where is Brother Dong going?” “Just taking a walk. By the way, do you have any money? Lend it to me for now; I’ll pay you back double later.” “Oh, it’s no problem at all! What are you saying, Brother Dong?” He got out of the car, thanked the police officer inside, and turned to leave. The man with a garlic-shaped nose in the car pointed at Xie Wendong, who was walking farther away, and shouted, “How could you let him go…?” Before he could finish, the police officer punched him in the mouth, sending the rest of his words back into his stomach. The police officer glared angrily and said, “Why are you making a racket? Looking for a fight?”
Xie Wendong walked slowly, turning his head from side to side. He didn’t know who wanted to kill him, but one thing was clear—he needed to figure out how the other party had learned of his whereabouts. If it was a coincidence, he didn’t believe such luck existed in the world. Suddenly, he stopped, scratched his head, hailed a taxi, and told the driver, “Take me to the riverbank!”
Dance clubs are the world of night owls, operating on the opposite schedule of ordinary people—quiet during the day and bustling at night. Xie Wendong returned to the dance club from that night. The doors were tightly closed, and there was hardly anyone around. He stepped forward and gently pushed the door; it wasn’t locked and opened immediately. He walked in slowly. The interior was dimly lit, with barely any sunlight filtering in through the thick curtains. In the large dance hall, only two or three people dressed as waiters were cleaning up. When they saw someone approaching, one waiter, wiping a table, said listlessly, “I’m sorry, we’re already closed.” But Xie Wendong showed no sign of leaving. He walked over to a chair, sat down carelessly, and said, “I’m looking for someone.”
“Who?” A few waiters stopped what they were doing and looked at Xie Wendong in confusion. “A lady!” Xie Wendong replied calmly. “Tch!” The waiters laughed mockingly, looking him up and down, almost about to ask if he was old enough! One of them, being more polite, shook his head and said, “I already said we’re closed. If you’re looking for a lady, go somewhere else!” “I’m only looking for the lady here,” Xie Wendong said with a smile. The waiters had never seen someone so ‘persistent’ and couldn’t help but laugh and ask, “So what’s her name?”
This stumped Xie Wendong. The ladies who had been drinking with them hadn’t signed up, and with so much alcohol consumed, coupled with the stuffy, poorly ventilated dance hall and loud music, his head was fuzzy—he couldn’t even clearly remember their faces. Xie Wendong helplessly said, “I don’t know their names. But three days ago, they were with the guests at that table.” He had been sitting in his original spot that day. The waiter glanced in the direction he indicated, frowned, and said coldly, “If it weren’t for your young age, I’d think you’re here to cause trouble. Hundreds of guests come here every day—how can anyone remember what happened three days ago?! I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”
Xie Wendong sighed, sat motionless, and said in a gentle voice, “But I must find those ladies today.”
The waiters working in the dance hall were not easy to deal with; most of them knew some influential people. He glared angrily and said, “If you dare act like a thug here, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” Xie Wendong knew he had to take action—he had seen too many of these kinds of people, who were utterly arrogant. Without subduing them, he wouldn’t get anything out of them. He stood up, slowly took off his coat, waved at the waiter, and said with a smirk, “Let’s see how you plan to kick me out.”
“Kid, I really think you’re here to cause trouble!” the waiter shouted, rushing at Xie Wendong and delivering a powerful kick. It was a stunning kick, on par with those in movies—high, fast, and quite intimidating. But Xie Wendong didn’t take it seriously at all. He remained still until the waiter’s foot was almost on him, then reached out, grabbed the back of his pants, and pulled hard. The waiter let out a strange cry and was flung sideways. “Thud!” He crashed more than three meters away and lay on the ground, groaning silently for a long time before managing to get up. Seeing their comrade suffer, the other two stepped forward aggressively. One of them even pulled out a switchblade from his pocket, waving it around and holding it in front of Xie Wendong. Xie Wendong rolled his eyes, kicked sharply, and hit the man’s chin with the tip of his foot. The waiter didn’t even make a sound, swayed twice, and collapsed unconscious. He narrowed his eyes at the last man, who, being bare-handed, put down the bottle he must have grabbed somewhere and waved his hands frantically at Xie Wendong, saying, “Stop fighting! Let me think!”
Xie Wendong smiled. This guy was quite clever after all! He crossed his arms, stood in a fixed stance, and tilted his head to look at the man. The man tapped his head, racking his brains for a long time before suddenly snapping his fingers and saying, “I remember now. One of the ladies is named Xiuyue.” Xie Wendong was pleased and asked, “Do you know where she lives?” The man nodded. “I’ve been there once; I have a vague memory!” Xie Wendong smiled and said, “Then please take me there.” After a pause, he added, “Of course, if you can’t find this woman named Xiuyue, I guarantee your fate will be worse than those two before you.” The waiter stepped forward and explained, “I only have a vague memory. I’m not sure if I can actually…” Xie Wendong didn’t want to hear such nonsense and ordered coldly, “Lead the way!” The first waiter groaned, propped his hands on the ground, raised his head, and shouted with all his strength, “How dare you cause trouble here? I won’t let this go…” His shrill screams were like grinding a stone against glass, making people want to curl up in discomfort. Xie Wendong resolutely lifted a chair and smashed it down on his head, silencing the noise abruptly. Even the waiter who was forced to lead the way let out a sigh of relief, secretly grateful to Xie Wendong.
The address of the woman named Xiuyue wasn’t far from the dance hall—less than ten minutes’ walk. Along the way, the waiter kept asking various questions. “Why do you insist on finding them?” “Actually, there are many beautiful women here.” “What do you do? You’re quite skilled. Why haven’t I seen you before?!” He kept talking nonstop, but Xie Wendong remained silent. Finally, annoyed by the noise, he glared at the waiter coldly and said, “If you don’t shut up, do you really think I won’t stuff a stone in your mouth?”
This statement proved effective. The waiter didn’t dare say another word and led Xie Wendong to a dilapidated building. It was old-fashioned and covered in stains. Such buildings were rare in this city filled with high-rises, and most of the people living there belonged to the lower classes. The waiter looked at Xie Wendong, pointed upstairs, then raised three fingers.
Xie Wendong rubbed his aching head. This guy was really annoying—quiet or not, he still talked nonstop. Suppressing his urge to hit him, he said in a low voice, “Lead the way!” The waiter shuddered and hurried toward the stairs. The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, the floor was littered with trash, and the walls were covered in messy scribbles. Xie Wendong frowned, marveling at the patience of those who lived here. After reaching the third floor, the waiter stopped in front of a black iron door and turned to Xie Wendong, saying, “We’re here!”
The waiter knocked gently twice, but there was no sound from inside, no response at all. He knocked again, still no one opened the door. He looked at Xie Wendong doubtfully, as if to say there was no one inside. Xie Wendong snorted and snapped, “Haven’t you eaten?” He pulled the waiter aside and kicked the heavy iron door twice. “Bang, bang!” With considerable force, the loud noise echoed throughout the building. The waiter felt the floor shaking, and the iron door took the brunt of the impact, with dirt and debris falling from its frame. Then Xie Wendong kicked it several more times—the noise was so loud it might have awakened even the dead. Movement came from inside, along with a woman’s curses. “Damn it, who is it? Trying to blow up the building?”
Xie Wendong gave the waiter a signal and stepped aside. The waiter, forcing himself to speak, said, “Sister Xiuyue, it’s me!”
“Who are you?” “It’s Fushun!” the waiter shouted. “Fushun?! How did you get here? You show up and start causing trouble right away. I’ll show you what happens!” The iron door creaked open, and a young woman in pajamas stepped out, her face unadorned. Her appearance was only average, but she had a strong sense of charm. Most “remarkable” of all was her pair of eyes—those alluring eyes. She stepped forward and grabbed the waiter’s ear hard, saying, “What are you doing here? Don’t you have work to do today?” The waiter named Fushun hurriedly explained, “Sister Xiuyue, please… don’t be angry. I missed you.”
“Tch!” Xiuyue smirked, looking up and down at Fushun. “Missed me? How much money do you have?”
Fushun Lianyi Hong hurriedly explained, “It’s not me, it’s him!” Saying this, he pointed at Xie Wendong, who was standing by the wall. Xiuyue glanced over and then noticed another young man standing quietly aside, his bright eyes fixed unblinkingly on her. “Who are you…?” Xiuyue found this young man familiar, especially his eyes—she seemed to have seen them somewhere but couldn’t recall where. Xie Wendong smiled faintly, stepped forward, and nodded politely. “Hello! Don’t be surprised; we’ve met before.” Seeing the confusion on the woman’s face, he added, “Three days ago, we drank together in a dance hall, and it seems my brother also spent the night with you.”
“Ah!” Xiuyue finally remembered and nodded at Xie Wendong. “I get it! You’re the guy who came with Xiao Zhang!” Xie Wendong nodded and smiled. By “Xiao Zhang,” she must mean the third brother, which was exactly what intrigued him. Noticing that Xiuyue was wearing only a thin nightgown, he said, “It’s cold outside. How about we go inside and talk?”
Xiuyue looked melancholic for a moment before nodding. “Alright, but it’s a bit messy in here.” Only after Xie Wendong saw the room did he understand what she meant by “messy.” Colorful clothes and various fashion magazines were scattered everywhere, along with cans, snacks, empty wine bottles, and more. The room was filled with the scent of rouge. Xiuyue said, “Please, sit wherever you like!”
Xie Wendong looked around but stayed where he was, saying, “I don’t know where to sit.” He was right—there wasn’t even a single clean spot in the room.
Xiuyue laughed. “Young man, have you never been in a woman’s room? All women’s rooms are like this!”
Xie Wendong sighed. Did he really seem so immature in others’ eyes? He wasn’t sure what a woman’s room was like, but Peng Ling’s room was clean and tidy. He smiled calmly and said, “You should know I’m not here to talk about rooms with you.”
Xiuyue smiled seductively, her eyes gleaming. She leaned against Xie Wendong, placing her hand on his chest. “Then what did you come here to talk about? On the bed?”
Xie Wendong laughed heartily, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Since you want to talk in bed, I’ll satisfy you!” With a strong pull, he lifted Xiuyue horizontally, swung his arms, and a white figure, accompanied by a scream, landed precisely on the bed. Before she could get up, Xie Wendong rushed to the head of the bed, pressed her down beneath him, and whispered in her ear, “I have a few questions for you.” The waiter stared in shock at the two people “intimately” together on the bed. After a while, he closed his eyes and quietly left the room. Outside, he let out a long sigh. He had thought Xie Wendong was some kind of remarkable person, but turns out he was just a lecher! Xiuyue turned her head, still shaken, her breath fragrant like orchids, brushing against Xie Wendong’s face and causing a tickling sensation. She asked, “What do you want to ask?” Xie Wendong took out the money borrowed from the police and placed it in front of Xiuyue. “As long as you can give me satisfactory answers, all this money will be yours!” Girls love money! Xiuyue was no exception. With just a glance, she realized the amount was at least a thousand yuan. Her heart swelled with joy, and she kissed Xie Wendong on the face, smiling sweetly. “Ask away. Everything about me belongs to you today.”