Chapter 92: Groping into the Room...

Early Monday morning, He Huanhuan and Qi Meili dragged their suitcases and rode their electric scooter out the door.

At the entrance to the Gu Estate, Gu Chacha and Chen Jiarong sat in a Lincoln, watching the two pass by. "Ugh! A damn footboard car! That thing is so ugly!" they scoffed, then sped off without a second glance.

He Huanhuan's pineapple-yellow hair and her two legs flailed in the wind—not because she was being reckless, but because two suitcases were stacked on the footboard, leaving her no room for her feet.

Chen Jiarong watched the scooter disappear from sight, then chuckled and nuzzled Gu Chacha's head: "See? No need to worry now, right?"

The anxiety in Gu Chacha's eyes finally melted away, replaced by a sweet smile. "Yeah, I'm relieved."

The award redemption backdrop at Liwei Spring only showed that the booked flights and hotel had been claimed—it didn't reveal the identity of the person who redeemed them.

So she couldn't help but feel uneasy. She always felt like He Huanhuan was her nemesis, the kind that just wouldn't die easily.

Fortunately, everything was going smoothly.

She lowered her gaze, crushing the last shred of guilt in her heart. "Will she die tonight?"

A sinister gleam flashed in Chen Jiarong's eyes. "Silly girl, do you have any idea how much a pretty twenty-year-old can bring us?"

Gu Chacha's heart lurched. "You want them to go into prostitution..."

A hand clamped over her mouth. Chen Jiarong smiled at her. "Say that out loud and it doesn't sound nice anymore."

Gu Chacha's pupils trembled. She clutched tightly at Chen Jiarong's hand. "Can we not? Just kill her, but don't send her there, okay?"

Chen Jiarong pinched her cheek, his smile deepening. "Always talking nonsense."

It wasn't just about the mountains of money—money and sex were the only path to power.

Such young, beautiful girls—why would he ever let them close their eyes in the prime of their blossoming youth?

Of course, he'd send them to his home base, let them bloom to their fullest, and serve him well.

His eyes held an unyielding certainty that made Gu Chacha's heart tremble.

In that moment, she suddenly realized just what kind of person she was making a deal with.

Chen Jiarong wasn't Han Xuan. He was born in the muck, his heart had no home—he was a hungry wolf.

She couldn't help but think of herself. What would her fate be?

Would she, young and pretty as she was, one day stand alongside He Huanhuan and the others at some banquet?

She leaned quietly against Chen Jiarong's chest, but her heart pounded like a drum.

She watched the blue sky outside the car window as a plane flew smoothly overhead.

She thought to herself: she'd have to find a way to secure an escape route.

That night, on the seventeenth floor of a five-star hotel, two shadowy figures crept toward room 1721, room card in hand, and swiped it carefully.

"Click."

The lock popped open instantly. The shadows pushed the door open and slipped inside.

Half a minute later: "Ahh!!"

The scream vanished into the room, and the hallway fell silent again.

Gu Chacha lay in bed, unable to sleep. When it hit past midnight, she finally couldn't hold back and shook Chen Jiarong awake. "Has Sawa... succeeded yet?"

Chen Jiarong, still groggy, pressed her down onto the bed. "We'll know when we wake up. Stop worrying."

"But..."

She wanted to say more, but quickly lost the chance to speak.

By the time she was exhausted enough to fall asleep, the string in her heart was still taut.

For a split second, she even hoped He Huanhuan wouldn't get caught.

Then she sneered inwardly: Gu Chacha, Gu Chacha, you've already walked down a road of no return. Who are you trying to fool now?

Didn't you make this choice yourself?

Since you did, stop hesitating.

Hesitation will only push you deeper into the abyss.

With that thought, she finally closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, in room 1721, the two shadows were tied up like boiled prawns, sprawled on the floor, their mouths stuffed with stinky socks that made them roll their eyes in disgust. "Mmmph mmmph..."

"Talk! How did you get into my room?"

A deep, furious male voice interrogated them harshly.

The two squirmed frantically: "Mmmph mmmph..."

The man grew angrier. "Not talking? Fine, don't blame me for being rough!"

They squirmed even harder: "Mmmph mmmph..."

Take the socks out already!

How were they supposed to talk with those in their mouths?!

"I swear, how did you even get into the police academy with a brain like that?"

From the bathroom, another crisp, clear male voice snapped in exasperation: "Use your pig brain! Their mouths are stuffed with your stinky socks—how can they confess?"

"Oh, right!"

The man quickly got up and yanked the socks out. "Now talk! Who are you? Why did you sneak into our room? What did you plan to do to us?"

"Mai neem tung jai..."

The two boiled prawns babbled gibberish. The man kicked the one on the right. "You think I'm blind? You've got 'I'm the Baddest' tattooed on your arm!"

...

Xiao You quickly hid his arm and kept babbling: "Sawatdee ka..."

The man scoffed in disbelief. "Qi Yuan! Your turn!"

"What? The great police officer can't handle such a small task?"

A man in thin-rimmed glasses stepped out of the bathroom. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with delicate features and a calm, scholarly air.

He walked to the bed, kicked the stinky socks aside, and said: "Start talking, while I'm still in a good mood."

The two men glanced at Qi Yuan. A bookish guy like him—threats just didn't land.

"Sawatdee ka ka ba... aghh!!"

A thin scalpel slammed into Xiao You's arm. Xiao You broke down: "Why did you stab me? Why not him?"

Xiao Zuo quietly shrank back. Don't see me, don't see me...

Qi Yuan glanced at him. "Guess where the next blade goes?"

Xiao Zuo swallowed hard. "I don't know anything. We were just hired to do a job."

"Is that so?"

Another scalpel buried itself in Xiao You's stomach. Xiao You completely lost it: "Why are you stabbing me again?! And he already talked!"

Qi Yuan smiled faintly. "I'm not satisfied with his answer."

He tilted his head toward Xiao Zuo. "Think carefully before you speak... otherwise..."

Xiao You was beside himself: "Otherwise what?! I'll talk! I'll talk! Ask me!"

The blade wasn't sticking in him, so of course he could talk properly!

"We're just street punks. Someone paid us three thousand baht to come to 1721 and tie up two girls. We'd get another three thousand baht after it was done. That's it!"

Xiao You spilled everything in one go.

Two girls?

Qi Yuan turned to Qi Jin. "You said you bought this double room package on what, during the day?"

Qi Jin blinked innocently. "Secondhand online. I saw it was a steal, and our vacations lined up, so I grabbed it. Got thirty percent off, too."