Does anyone still have monthly tickets? Although it's the middle of the month when things are slow, Hongchang Faca really needs them.

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This was a seven-story building spanning nearly two thousand square meters, its exterior painted red. There were no other prominent structures nearby, just a few distant factories and office buildings.

Wang Zhuo currently stood in a secluded alley behind this small building, his brow deeply furrowed; the seriousness of the situation had far exceeded his expectations. The front of the "Little Red Building" faced an expansive parking area, already crammed with all sorts of vehicles.

Latecomers had nowhere to park, so they simply lined their cars along the sidewalk outside the lot, with some even parking directly along the roadside. The Little Red Building was now ablaze with light, and a constant stream of guests flowed in and out, making the entrance bustling.

Wang Zhuo's gaze acted like the most advanced scanning machine, taking in the entire situation of the building. The first floor was the operational area, housing a reception hall, security room, monitoring room, accounting/cashier's office, manager's office, and storage rooms.

The second floor was the bathing area. Along the corridor leading upstairs from the changing rooms were four spacious rooms.

Inside each room sat dozens of scantily clad women, eating snacks, applying makeup, or chatting idly. A transparent glass wall separated the rooms from the corridor.

Standing in the hallway, one could clearly see everything happening inside. Occasionally, guests would pass by, confer with a hostess in the corridor, select a woman, and lead her upstairs.

Although Wang Zhuo didn't know the setup was called a "Goldfish Bowl," he instantly understood its purpose. Needless to say, this place was definitely a den of iniquity.

The third, fourth, and fifth floors were entirely guest rooms, where the scenes within were too scandalous to behold. The sixth floor housed several large KTV private rooms, where men and women writhed wildly to the music.

On the tables, Wang Zhuo recognized the white powder and glass pipes—items he'd once seen in the QQ spaces of some elementary school classmates—and naturally knew what they were used for. The top floor, the seventh, had no windows.

It was divided into two sections. One part contained dormitory-style rooms resembling grid cages, each only about ten square meters but furnished with triple-stacked beds—upper, middle, and lower—capable of housing twelve people.

Every dormitory lacked windows, possessing only an exhaust vent for ventilation. Additionally, this floor had a laundry room, a cafeteria, and a large communal restroom.

Several men patrolled the entire area; it resembled an air-tight prison. The other section of this floor, however, was a hell far more terrifying than any prison.

Wang Zhuo had always considered himself someone unafraid to speculate on the worst aspects of human nature, yet the scene before him surpassed his imagination, revealing that the dark underbelly of this world was far blacker than he had conceived. Gan Lin and the other kidnapped woman had already been taken upstairs and were now confined in one of the "hell" rooms.

The devils were gathered in another room, seemingly in discussion. Time ticked by second by second.

The emergency line for the Dongjiang District Public Security Sub-bureau remained unanswered. Wang Zhuo repeatedly dialed the number, though in his heart, he already knew: given the sheer size and booming business of this den, the police and local government couldn't possibly be unaware.

Perhaps they were partners in crime. Calling Xiao Wanjun's mobile yielded an "out of service" message, as did Qin Siqing's.

Wang Zhuo then recalled that Old Man Qin had gone to a resort villa for recuperation after being discharged from the hospital, meaning the two might be there, stuck in a signal dead zone. Just as he was about to lose his mind from worry, his gaze suddenly locked onto a target: a police car with flashing lights, speeding in from the distance.

It was as if a drowning man had spotted a piece of life-saving driftwood. Wang Zhuo rushed into the road without hesitation, spreading his arms wide to block the police car's path.

"Screeech—" The piercing sound of braking carried far. A long black skid mark scarred the asphalt beneath the tires, and the car finally stopped, just inches from hitting Wang Zhuo.

"Are you trying to die, you son of a b*tch!" The policeman driving broke out in a cold sweat. He leaned out of the window and immediately cursed, completely forgetting that he was still wearing his uniform and driving a police car.

The officer in the passenger seat was even more volatile. He jumped out, strode up, and shoved Wang Zhuo hard in the chest: "What the hell is going on?

Don't you value your life?" The stench of alcohol rolling off his breath made Wang Zhuo frown instantly, but he had no time to dwell on it. He urgently stated, "I need to report a crime!

My girlfriend was kidnapped and is locked in this building right now!" Saying this, he turned and pointed at the red building behind him. The policeman paused, glanced at the building, then sized up Wang Zhuo again, asking, "When and where was your girlfriend kidnapped?

How do you know she's here?" "About forty minutes ago, in Huangjiang District. I tracked them all the way here." The policeman exchanged a look with his colleague and asked, "Did you call the police?" "I did.

110 gave me the contact number for the Dongjiang Sub-bureau, but I can't get through." "This isn't our jurisdiction in Dongjiang," the policeman said coldly, looking at Wang Zhuo. "Report the crime where the incident occurred.

Go find the police in Huangjiang." With that, he actually turned around and headed back toward the police car, clearly indicating he had no intention of getting involved. "Wait a minute," Wang Zhuo grabbed his arm.

He glanced inside the car; besides the driver, there were two other officers in the back. All four were in uniform, yet they reeked of alcohol, their faces flushed deep purple—they had probably been drinking since before their shift ended.

"Let go, kid, don't push me to anger," the officer turned back, glaring coldly at Wang Zhuo, looking ready to snap at any moment. Wang Zhuo stared back undaunted, questioning him, "Make yourself clear.

The person is right here in Dongjiang District. Why should I go report it in Huangjiang?" The policeman glared back, "I don't care which district's business it is.

I'm off duty now. If you have a problem, go find the shift officers.

Let go!" Seeing the confrontation, the two officers in the back seat immediately adopted fighting stances and got out to surround him, while the driver took out his phone and began making a call, glancing furtively between the red building and Wang Zhuo, speaking rapidly. "Kid, if you don't let go now, it's assaulting an officer." One policeman unhooked his baton from his waist and aggressively shook it in his hand.

Another policeman stood by, sneering, "If you need to report something, call 110. Why stop our car?" A surge of anger flared up in Wang Zhuo.

The behavior of these four officers left him utterly disillusioned. Forget asking for their help now; he'd be lucky if they didn't cause him trouble instead.

Moreover, judging by the expression of the officer on the phone, he looked like he was tipping off the criminals. The officer whose arm Wang Zhuo held violently wrenched free and, casting a malicious glare, turned back toward the police car.

As the three officers were about to board, the driver hung up his call and suddenly declared, "No, this kid stopped a police car and caused a scene, and he even tried to assault an officer. We have to take him in for questioning." Saying this, he subtly signaled his companions with his eyes.

The three instantly understood, exchanged glances, and turned back. Wang Zhuo's perceptive eyes registered the entire exchange.

The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. A cold smile touched his lips, and his fists slowly clenched.

From the expressions of the officers, he could clearly see that these were no longer officers of the people, but four thugs wearing police uniforms—super-enforcers working for the criminals. Not only were they refusing to help him uphold justice, but they were acting as a protective umbrella for the local dark forces, attempting to crush the nascent spark of resistance in its cradle.

"Kid, you're in deep trouble." The officer approached with a cold smirk, the handcuffs dangling in his hand shimmering with silver light. "I think you are in deep trouble," Wang Zhuo sneered back, suddenly lunging forward like lightning.

He threw a sweeping hook punch that landed heavily on the officer's face. "Framing me for assaulting an officer, huh?

Then I'll just give you a real assault to watch!" The first officer had just fallen to the ground when the second one rushed in to take his place. Wang Zhuo executed a swift front kick that sent him flying backward, crashing onto the hood of the police car with a loud thud.

"You're asking for death!" Seeing his comrade struck, the one who had been standing aside finally moved. He swept his right hand behind his waist and drew his service pistol, flipped off the safety, and prepared to fire a warning shot into the air.

"Go to hell!" Wang Zhuo kicked his elbow, and the pistol immediately flew out of his grasp, spinning through the air as it fell to the side. Wang Zhuo lunged forward, caught the gun, turned, pointed it at the hesitant driver, and smashed the butt of the weapon against his head.

Blood immediately streamed down his face. The policemen didn't believe he would actually dare to shoot someone.

Perhaps the alcohol was playing a role, or perhaps the seriousness of losing their weapon was a factor they couldn't bear. Ignoring the pistol Wang Zhuo held, the four officers fought back with desperation, more fiercely than they might against actual criminals.

"Trash!" Wang Zhuo spat out a disdainful curse, and with three punches and two kicks, he brought all four drunks down. The satisfying, visceral impact of the blows sent a rush of adrenaline through him, sparking a wild thought in his mind.

"L... left..." one officer, whose mouth was now swollen into a sausage shape, could no longer form words correctly.

He watched helplessly as Wang Zhuo swiftly handcuffed two of his colleagues, then took their service pistols and tucked them into his own belt. "Idiot!" Wang Zhuo kicked the remaining man down and cuffed him together with another officer.

After patting them down to confirm there were no more weapons, he turned and sprinted toward the red building. The officers' hearts sank to the bottom.

Having one man disarm them of three guns and then charge into the red building to rescue someone—today’s events were going to be catastrophic... A warm night breeze swept by.

The quiet street was illuminated by the streetlights. The conflict had lasted only a few minutes and ended before another car even passed by.

Inside the "Red House," which boasted no visible sign, the atmosphere was one of boisterous revelry, yet beneath the cheerful surface lay deep corruption. At this very moment, a certain "important figure" had no idea that one of his subordinates' subordinates had just captured a woman, intending to present her as a gift to gain favor and a chance at promotion.

This seemingly trivial matter would ultimately lead to his complete downfall.