Miss Forensics – Chapter 107.2

Smoke scar

Zheng Chengrui acted drunk the whole way, supported by two people as they walked in. Duan Cheng specifically chose a dimly lit semi-enclosed booth and placed him on the sofa.

Song Yuhang observed the interior of the Huange Nightclub, finding it a hidden gem.

The building was not tall, only two stories, but such a long corridor had only one spiral staircase, requiring one to pass through there regardless of going up or down.

She lifted her head and realized that just by standing on the second floor, she could overlook the entire hall.

The hall was carpeted with soft carpets, with a dance floor in the center and soothing music playing, as men and women in colorful clothes moved among each other.

Not far from the entrance was a bar. When she had passed by there just now, she glanced inside and noticed that a business license was hanging on the wall.

Feng Jianguo had mentioned that Pei Jinhong was the boss lady of this entertainment club, and Pei herself was a broker between China and Myanmar, so who issued this business license?

Song Yuhang was filled with a big question mark in her heart.

As soon as they were seated, a waiter came over with a menu: “Hello sir, what would you like to drink?”

Duan Cheng looked at the prices on the menu and his legs went weak. The cheapest lemonade cost 1888.

Still, Song Yuhang remained calm: “Not for now, our boss is drunk, just bring a glass of plain water.”

A flicker of surprise passed through the waiter’s eyes, but he went to fulfill the request.

Song Yuhang glanced at the dance floor and noticed there was a spot for a singer, then called the person back.

“Who will be singing later?”

The waiter replied respectfully, “Miss Fangfang will be performing later. If the gentleman likes, you can spend 28000 to choose the song you like.”

……

My goodness, it’s really exorbitantly priced.

Duan Cheng secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

The corner of Song Yuhang’s mouth also twitched: “…No need, then will that, that ‘Aunt Hong’ come out?”

The waiter looked at her strangely, and Song Yuhang said frankly, “Our boss came here for her reputation, no matter how much money it costs, we always want to see her.”

Then the waiter finally breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head.

“Sorry, sir, ‘Aunt Hong’ does not see guests.”

Quite mysterious, it seems that ordinary channels can’t meet this person.

Song Yuhang nodded, and shortly after the waiter left, the singer named “Fangfang” came down from upstairs.

Song Yuhang watched for a while, then put down the glass and stood up: “I’m going to the bathroom, you stay with Old Zheng, be careful, if I haven’t come back in fifteen minutes, you guys should leave.”

Duan Cheng nodded, synchronized watches, and then Song Yuhang left alone.

The first floor is a dance floor and booths, next to the bar there are scattered tables, and there are many waiters, almost one every three to five steps, each one dressed in a suit and shoes, polite and cultured, each wearing an earpiece and with a walkie-talkie clipped to their waist.

Song Yuhang walked all the way, and everyone she met was enthusiastic and polite. This place looked splendid and magnificent, and everything seemed to be normal business activities, but she didn’t know why, she always felt there was an indescribably weird vibe.

Maybe it was too normal.

She looked up, the CCTV on the corridor was flashing red lights. Also, weren’t these surveillance cameras a bit too dense? There were even cameras at the bathroom entrance.

This shows that the person behind the scenes must be someone very cautious and suspicious.

While Song Yuhang was checking out the situation inside the Huange Night Club, from one of the rooms on the second floor, ambiguous panting sounds emerged, as two people were rolling on the bed.

Lin Yan propped up the other’s shoulders, her face somewhat pale, biting her lip slightly, “Brother Wang, I still have injuries…”

For convenience in changing dressings, she had been wearing a robe these days. Wang Qiang untied the robe’s belt, leaning over.

“It’s okay, I’ll be careful, now seeing you this weak really makes me unable to stop…”

He pretended to kiss down, Lin Yan buried her head in his neck with a shy gesture, softly saying, “Brother Wang…”

Holding a tiny steel needle in her hand, she gently inserted it into the back of his neck.

The drug quickly took effect, Lin Yan kicked the man away, straightened up, and adjusted her robe.

“Damn it, what the f*ck is this, disgusting me to death.”

She said, getting off the bed and pondering what to do next. Not allowing Wang Qiang to get close would inevitably arouse suspicion, it might be better to…

Lin Yan picked up the phone by the bed and made some arrangements. Then she took out two syringes from the bedside table, lifted Wang Qiang’s sleeve, aimed at his vein, and gently injected them.

Watching the blue liquid slowly pushed into his body, Lin Yan sighed in relief, clapped her hands, got up, removed the needle from his neck, and went to the bathroom to take a bath pretentiously.

Downstairs, the singing of Chen Fang was not finished when someone called a halt.

“The boss wants you upstairs.”

Chen Fang obviously hesitated. Although she liked Wang Qiang, she mostly avoided him because of Pei Jinhong’s face, and doing so openly was too…

The waiter added in a low voice, “Aunt Hong is not here.”

Chen Fang’s eyes sparkled with an eager light; she put down the microphone, bowed to the audience, and then followed the waiter upstairs.

The room was very big, at the level of an executive suite. Lin Yan was taking a shower at that end, and outside, the sound of water couldn’t be heard, but she could hear everything happening inside crystal clear.

At first, Chen Fang’s voice was a mix of resistance and acceptance, saying, “Brother Wang, no…”

But later, it turned into sounds of mutual desire and satisfaction, with only murmurs of agreement and pleasure left.

About ten or so minutes later, her shower wasn’t even finished yet, and the noise had stopped.

F*ck, that was too quick. Must be impotent.

Lin Yan rolled her eyes, took a bathrobe off the wall, and pushed the door open.

Chen Fang, satisfied, slid off him, her clothes not yet properly on, when a gun was suddenly pressed against the back of her head.

Lin Yan leaned forward slightly, the tips of her hair still damp.

“So, you couldn’t wait even for the time it took me to take a shower?”

She casually glanced over, and the man lying on the bed hadn’t zipped his pants up yet. He was passed out, not awake yet due to the effects of the drugs and excessive physical exertion.

Chen Fang didn’t expect her to suddenly appear, either. Wasn’t the person who just brought her up here said she wasn’t here?

Her heart tightened, and she shivered with fright, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Sister Hong, it’s not… I didn’t… listen to me explain, it’s Brother Wang, he… he…”

Before she could finish, Lin Yan straightforwardly slapped her hard across the face.

“F*ck your mother, do you have no shame? How did I support you, and this is how you repay me?” she said, a cruel light suddenly appearing in her eyes.

“Ungrateful trash like you should be gotten rid of, it’s better to…”

Lin Yan slightly pulled the trigger, and Chen Fang suddenly threw herself at her legs, tears and snot streaming down her face.

“Don’t, please don’t, Sister Hong, Sister Hong, I was wrong! I was wrong! Fangfang knows her mistake! Please let me off! I beg you, I’ll serve you tea and water, be your ox and horse! Just don’t kill me, even if you drive me away it’s fine, I don’t want anything else, please…”

After all, Chen Fang was a person who had been through the ups and downs of the entertainment world, knowing that even if Wang Qiang woke up and she went to beg him, it would be useless.

Firstly, the friendship between the two of them is deep, unlike hers which is a mid-way, dew relationship.

Secondly, Wang Qiang only cares about business matters. All the big and small affairs of the nightclub are managed by Pei Jinhong. Begging him is not as good as properly begging Sister Hong, perhaps, on account of the past, she might spare her life.

Chen Fang’s calculations were very loud, crying with a mix of snot and tears, like a pear flower bathed in rain, which was pitiable.

If it wasn’t for Lin Yan being an undercover, she would have been moved.

Seeing her not speaking, Chen Fang kept kowtowing and apologizing, her head soon rubbed raw on the ground, her body shaky.

Lin Yan walked over and sat down by the mahogany sofa, placing the gun on the table. She lit a cigar with two fingers, took a gentle puff, and leisurely blew out smoke rings, signaling her to come over.

Chen Fang crawled over on her knees.

Lin Yan pressed the lit end of the cigar onto her exposed shoulder.

Chen Fang wanted to scream out loud but swallowed it back down when she met her cold gaze.

The sizzling sound of the burning cigar touching skin could be heard, and a smell of scorched hair and flesh began to spread.

Lin Yan looked satisfied as she watched cold sweat pouring down her forehead, her face pale, biting her lips tightly, trembling all over, but she didn’t make a sound.

Not until the cigarette was completely put out did she let go.

Chen Fang collapsed, sitting on the floor, her shoulder bearing a large scar, bleeding profusely.

Lin Yan leaned over and lit another cigar for her to hold.

“Here, try this, your Brother Wang sent it.”

Tears swirled in Chen Fang’s eyes as Lin Yan forced her jaw open, making her hold the cigarette without daring to speak.

Lin Yan’s fingers brushed her shoulder, then pinched hard on the bloody spot.

Chen Fang couldn’t bear it anymore and burst into tears: “Sister Hong, Sister Hong, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I won’t dare again…”

Lin Yan adjusted her clothes for her: “Where did you go wrong? You didn’t, sister likes you, just leaving you a mark.”

“Come on, get up.” Lin Yan said, personally helping her up.

Chen Fang, draped in her clothes, shivered all over, not daring to look at her again.

Lin Yan patted her shoulder: “Go back and take good care of your wound. I won’t tell anyone about today. As for explaining to Brother Wang, you go and do that yourself.”

Chen Fang sobbed, knowing that compared to the previous singer who betrayed them, Pei Jinhong did much worse to her: pulling out her nails, cutting her tongue, injecting her with high-purity drugs, and finally selling her to Southeast Asia. Just having a cigarette burn scar was already the best outcome for herself.

“Yes, Fangfang knows now, Fangfang won’t dare to have any improper thoughts anymore, from now on will only listen to Sister Hong, whatever Sister Hong asks me to do, I will do. Sister Hong is my dear sister.”

Lin Yan’s bright red nails stroked her face, giggling.

“Good, you also know, as long as sister says the word, even if you leave Huange, what does it matter, you’ll still end up on the streets unwanted. Follow sister closely, there will be benefits for you.”

Saying this, she meaningfully glanced at Wang Qiang.

But Chen Fang did not dare to look again, quickly bowed to her, and stumbled away.

After the person left, Lin Yan sat down again, bored and lit up a cigarette.

“Come in.”

Liu Zhi pushed the door and entered, his face showing displeasure: “Sister-in-law, why didn’t you finish her off?”

Lin Yan was leisurely smoking, the smoke swirling around making her face appear more profound and charming.

Liu Zhi always felt she had been different since coming back from Northern Myanmar. Her voice sounded the same, and her personality and behavior were nearly identical, but he couldn’t tell if she had gotten thinner or what, her face became more delicate and pleasing to the eye, and there was an added intoxicating charm about her.

Though he couldn’t pinpoint the change, there was no doubt she became increasingly captivating, making it impossible for him to take his eyes off her.

Liu Zhi’s gaze was firmly glued to her fingers holding the cigarette, those fingers were long and well-defined, her wrist fair and slender.

He swallowed, then heard Lin Yan say,

“After all, she’s the woman your brother likes. If I killed her, wouldn’t it just upset him again?”

Liu Zhi glanced at the man sleeping on the bed like a dead pig, his dissatisfaction growing more evident.

Lin Yan extinguished her cigarette in the ashtray, let out a long sigh, and leaned back on the sofa.

Liu Zhi walked over to massage her shoulders.

Lin Yan sighed, “You’re still so considerate.”

Seeing that her arm was still wrapped in gauze, Liu Zhi was even gentler: “Of course, has sister-in-law felt better?”

“Much better, thanks to you.” Lin Yan turned her head to look at him, her black hair softly draped over her shoulders, her face without makeup appeared even more naturally beautiful.

“Right, today I saw…” She didn’t know the name of the camouflaged man she had seen in the cabin that day, so the concept was blurred.

“Some people went to see Brother Wang; they seemed to be talking about something.”

Liu Zhi just hummed faintly, feeling there was nothing to hide from her, so he spilled the beans.

“They say a batch of goods will be delivered here in three days, and a big shot from above will come too.”

“Is that so…” Lin Yan wondered, not knowing who this big shot really was.

It seems she needs to send a report back to the organization.

“Alright, it’s getting late, you should go back and rest early. I’ve attended to Brother Wang and he’s asleep.”

Liu Zhi reluctantly stepped back, while Lin Yan lifted the corner of her mouth in a charming smile, throwing him a flirtatious look.

And then she lightly brushed her foot against his trouser leg.

“Nice skills, if Brother Wang is not around in the future, you can come often to give me a massage, help me loosen up my muscles and bones.”

Liu Zhi, after all, was full of youthful vigor, stirred up by her teasing, his face flushed red, and he couldn’t speak smoothly anymore.

“Okay, okay, since sister-in-law says so, I’ll definitely come often.”

Lin Yan waved her hand, signaling him to go. Liu Zhi gently closed the door for her, the last sight he saw was her kneeling on the bed, wiping sweat off Wang Qiang with a towel.

It was the first time he felt such strong resentment towards his older brother.

Why, why, such a nice woman as sister-in-law, who is wholeheartedly devoted to him, Wang Qiang still doesn’t know to cherish?

The young man clenched his fists tightly, a hint of ruthlessness suddenly flashing in his eyes.

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