From Ganlin’s residence to Yuxiang Road was about ten kilometers. Driving at this time, as the evening rush hour hadn't fully subsided, was not a good option.

A taxi was even less reliable. Due to the continuous price hikes in refined oil products by the two giants, the Municipal Committee and the Petrochemical Corporation—who amassed fortunes while crying poor about losses in their refining sector—many local cab drivers in Jiangzhou had switched professions. Consequently, most taxi drivers now were outsiders, unfamiliar with the local routes, and frequently took wrong turns.

Of course, the possibility of price gouging and circuitous routes couldn't be ruled out. The current transportation management department employed a revenue-generating policy of "governing by fines." If drivers didn't take a few detours, their earnings for the day would truly be minimal.

Coincidentally, there was a bicycle shop right next door, and Wang Zhuo instantly had an idea.

A few minutes later, he was riding an electric scooter, his car's GPS unit placed in the front basket, calling Siyuan on his mobile phone, and speeding toward Yuxiang Road.

On the other end of the line, Siyuan used the satellite system to track Wang Zhuo’s GPS location, remotely controlling his direction of travel via voice command. This way, although Wang Zhuo didn't know the way, he had a perfectly accurate, human-voiced navigation system. The electric scooter also avoided traffic congestion, making it absolutely the best tool for a quick journey.

In just over ten minutes, Wang Zhuo arrived at the main entrance of the BB Karaoke Lounge. He thanked Siyuan with a word and looked up toward the entrance.

The BB Karaoke Lounge featured a two-hundred-square-meter slow-dance bar hall and more than thirty private rooms, classifying it as a medium-sized establishment. After fully engaging his X-ray vision, Wang Zhuo took a look inside and instantly took in every area of the entire building.

The architecture, equipment, doors, windows, cabinets, and all people transformed into layered cross-sections, which then rapidly shifted to a thermal imaging view. All room-temperature objects vanished, leaving only the colorful silhouettes representing human bodies.

The densest concentrations of people, aside from the small resting area for the hostesses tucked away in a corner on the second floor, were two adjacent private rooms.

All of this took merely two seconds—really, just the blink of an eye.

The hostess area was immediately dismissed. Wang Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, adjusting the thermal imaging back to normal vision. Looking at the two private rooms, he immediately saw more than ten girls sitting restlessly, and seven boys standing with their hands pressed against the wall, their buttocks thrust out, waiting to be kicked by Wang Yi.

...

“See if you dare run again.”

“See if you dare kick me!”

“Let’s see what else you got!”

With each shout, Wang Yi kicked one boy down, then swaggered toward the next. The boy just kicked down had to immediately get back up and resume the exact same posture, waiting for Wang