To Wang Zhuo's slight surprise, Wen Ying went into hiding that very afternoon after meeting with him. However, by the next day, when Qin Xue issued an order for a full review of the case, Wen Ying, who had already fled to a coastal city in the southeast, was immediately apprehended and brought back.

In this technologically advanced era, electronic eyes are ubiquitous. When police resources are sufficient, through massive human-powered screening, even a stray cat can be found, let alone a living person like Wen Ying?

From the moment she left the residential compound, through withdrawing money from the bank, taking the bus, transferring to the subway, boarding a long-distance coach, switching to a taxi after arriving at her destination, buying and changing clothes at a mall, to finding an agent to rent an apartment—this entire sequence of actions was captured by surveillance cameras across multiple systems. The police followed the clues, and from receiving the order to arresting her, the entire process of tracking and capture took only seven hours!

Was Wen Ying's counter-reconnaissance ability truly formidable? In reality, it was barely mediocre! In this world, there are only incompetent police officers, never unsolvable cases, but there are far too many incompetent officers. If Wen Ying hadn't angered Wang Zhuo by donating the bodies of the Xin Yexie family of three this time, she might actually have gotten away scot-free!

"No profit, no action..." Wang Zhuo could only sigh. Policing is a job that demands extremely strong a sense of responsibility, yet many people in this profession nowadays are just clocking in to get by, or they are sharpening their elbows solely focused on performance metrics to climb the ladder—this is a systemic pain, the pain of the industry.

The case was overturned!

The mass murder of the Xin Yexie family had caused a minor stir previously, but this reversal caused another sensation, its impact far exceeding the time when the murderer in the Sai Jiaxin case was resentenced to death!

Discussions and meetings regarding the rectification of work styles within the political and legal system became the main theme of Jiangzhou City's political and administrative work during this period. However, these matters no longer concerned Wang Zhuo; he had simply done his part to ensure the Xin Yexie family of three could rest in peace.

Drawing his sword to help those suffering injustice—that was Wang Zhuo's mindset when he undertook this action. As for the extent of the impact or the consequences, he didn't consider it too deeply. What could be accomplished by being timid? How could everything go perfectly as desired? He simply aimed to have no regrets in his own heart!

This incident was merely a small interlude in Wang Zhuo's colorful life. He had absolutely no idea that Qin Xue's perception of him had changed drastically because of it. His image as a "brash youth" morphed into one of being "meticulous and thoughtful." From then on, when Secretary Qin communicated with him, he finally stopped maintaining that poker face every time.

The bodies of the Xin Yexie family of three were sealed. The true story of this "murderer donating corpses" was so bizarre it could be made into a documentary film. Qin Siqing proposed that a portion of the Xin Yexie estate be used, administered by law enforcement agencies, to establish a public cemetery for the family of three, allowing them a proper burial.

Wang Zhuo thought the suggestion was excellent. He used the pretense of needing to discuss the details in person to ask her out for a chat, but unfortunately, his invitation was politely declined.

"Don't think I don't know your lecherous intentions," the genius girl stated.

Only at moments like this could Wang Zhuo recall that she was a genius girl capable of completing three years of coursework in one year. This image was worlds away from the silly girl who enjoyed watching erotica and whose hands would ache from controller use, unconsciously resorting to mouth assistance—a contrast that made Wang Zhuo marvel at the wonders of creation.

It was the third month of spring, when fireworks bloom and the grass grows long and orioles sing.

The students and faculty at Jiangzhou Medical University suddenly noticed that they hadn't seen the campus beauty queen He Ye around lately, and the even more sensational rising campus queen, Xu Chu, had disappeared along with her.

Just as curiosity began to bubble up in discussions, the news arrived: the "New Life" beauty chain officially opened for business, and the two young women had transformed into the operators of this ultra-large beauty conglomerate!

Immediately, a question spread like wildfire: He Ye studied stomatology, and Xu Chu majored in psychology; neither of them had any prior business experience. How could they suddenly become the operators of a large chain enterprise? This seemed rather unreliable!

"Damn it, weren't they both kept by some big shot?"

"Looks like the era of keeping a mistress in a golden cage is out of style; setting them up with a business gives them more accomplishment!"

"Holy crap, who is so awesome? They've managed to snag both of our medical school beauties simultaneously! How can the rest of us cope? How can we cope!"

"Damn it, I always thought He Ye was a unique beauty, and I admired her so much. Turns out she was just waiting for the highest bidder! What a sham!"

"So what? I've been saying that Xu Chu woman is trash for ages. As soon as she was waxed, she'd strut around campus in high heels and low-cut tops, as if afraid men wouldn't smell her scent. Now look, she's sold herself well, and she's probably thrilled about it!"

"You're just envious and jealous! Are Xu Chu's assets big? Do you have those? Is your butt plump? Do you have that? Her lips alone could suck the soul out of a man. You might want to suck one too, but would a rich man care about your ugly mouth?"

The campus message board was in an uproar. The occasional voices attempting to refute the rumors were quickly drowned in the ocean of gossip, unable to even make a ripple.

Those concerned with the matter were mostly those suffering from psychological imbalance. The men were largely consumed by envy and hatred for the "man behind the scenes," while the women mostly envied and resented He Ye and Xu Chu. Many young people in this age bracket were still struggling for survival and confused about the future. When they saw an "older man" enjoying the beauties who should belong to them, and when they saw peers achieving rapid success by serving powerful figures, the resulting psychological dissonance was enormous.

In fact, even the families of He Ye and Xu Chu didn't know they were co-owners of "New Life." He Ye's family assumed their daughter had made a powerful connection and secured a lucrative job early on—a role currently being played by Xu Chu; as for Xu Chu’s family, apart from Xu Meng who was in the know, the others believed Wang Zhuo was simply using Xu Chu as a live model for "New Life's" hair removal drug endorsements.

"This is so unfair!"

After not seeing him for a while, Fei Long had gotten even fatter. As he spoke, the fat on his face jiggled: "The brothers have been following you, and we've only managed to move a few crates of Wangchao Wuliang [a brand name], just enough to get a BMW to drive around. But those two stunning beauties get to be bosses outright? Their net worth must already be in the tens of millions, right?"

Of course, he was joking. The bond between brothers and affection between lovers are different things. Wang Zhuo's patronage only inspired gratitude; to be jealous of Wang Zhuo's women? You’d have to be able to pleasure him orally and bear his children first!

As expected, the argumentative Cheng Gang immediately chimed in with sarcasm: "Fei Long, if you could please Wang Zhuo properly, never mind a beauty chain, I could probably arrange a general manager position for you at Wangchao Wuliang! I'm just afraid your oral skills aren't up to snuff, and Wang Zhuo wouldn't be impressed by that big fat face of yours."

Sun Donghao burst out laughing, and Wang Zhuo laughed until his face ached, having to wipe his face with his hand as his muscles felt stiff from laughing. The depth of depravity was such that three Fei Longs combined couldn't match Cheng Gang's ability to throw mud. It was worth noting that Cheng Gang was now one of the leaders of the Five Mao Gang, recently aiming for the One Yuan mark!

"Let's talk seriously," Cheng Gang dropped his cheap smirk and asked Wang Zhuo, "Boss, those two girls are truly gorgeous, not a shade less stunning than Gan Lin. Have you secured them yet?"

"Is that what you call serious?" Fei Long scoffed. "Is our Wang Zhuo the type to shoot aimlessly? I'll bet a dollar right now—if he hasn't enjoyed a triple-header with those two chicks, I lose!"

"You!" Cheng Gang suddenly stood up, pointing angrily at Fei Long, but his enraged expression instantly melted away, replaced by a fawning smile. He pulled a one-yuan coin from his pocket and offered it to Fei Long with both hands. "You win."

These two clowns were masters of buffoonery... Wang Zhuo laughed until his stomach hurt, having to rub his face; his facial muscles were practically locked from the mirth.

"Wang Zhuo," Sun Donghao leaned in with a serious expression and whispered, "You know I'm the tightest-lipped guy around. Tell me someone else's secret, and I wouldn't spill it even if you beat me to death—did the triple-header really happen?"

"I guess even if I jumped into the Huangpu River, I couldn't wash myself clean," Wang Zhuo laughed. "Whatever you guys say, I'll go with that."

"Tch—" Cheng Gang immediately pointed at him. "Look at where you'd jump—that filthy water in the Huangpu River? Looks like you've done it already and never intended to clean up anyway."

Wang Zhuo shrugged noncommittally, essentially confirming it. There's a saying: if you achieve wealth and glory but don't return home, it's like wearing brocade clothes while traveling at night. After conquering two such outstanding beauties, it was truly agonizing not to show off a little!

If you don't show off, you might actually die; bottling it up can cause internal injuries that kill you!

When men gather, the conversation inevitably circles back to women. When these men have an iron-clad friendship and are extremely familiar with each other, the topics often sink low.

Gan Lin's, He Ye's pert backside, and Xu Chu's tall and imposing "Dawan Steed"—these quickly became the targets of fantasy for the three vulgar youths. They relentlessly badgered Wang Zhuo for details. Occasionally, Wang Zhuo couldn't stand the nagging and would let slip a tiny bit, which only made the three of them more frustrated and envious, scratching their heads.

However, Wang Zhuo kept his mouth relatively shut when the questions got too explicit, leaving the three with heavier tastes feeling unsatiated, like scratching an itch through thick boots. Soon, they let Wang Zhuo off the hook, and the topic shifted back to Fei Long's personal monologue.

Fei Long made a shocking declaration: "My 'Thousand-Slayer Plan' is already half complete."

Wang Zhuo nearly collapsed from the shock. Although he always claimed to prioritize quality over quantity, Fei Long's "experience" was truly excessive, seemingly surpassing even his own!

Sun Donghao, who had been getting along well with Nan Bing, who had worked as a private model, seemed to hold a torch for a certain 'single flower' [likely referring to another woman], but this didn't hinder his curiosity about such matters.

Even Cheng Gang, who usually loved to spar with Fei Long, was stunned this time: "Then you must be incredibly knowledgeable?"

"Naturally," Fei Long said proudly. "Did you think only Instructor Wang could handle campus beauties? Can't Fei Long do it too? Let me tell you, forget campus beauties, I've enjoyed sisters, twins, auto show models, and minor Hengdian actresses. I wouldn't dare compare myself to Wang Zhuo, but you two are far behind!"

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