Fang Ming stretched lazily, feeling completely comfortable all over.
Although he couldn't change his body shape or fingerprints, his facial features could be modified at will, and the item could even be stored in the Chat Group's inventory? This gave him a lot of room to maneuver.
Changing faces anytime, anywhere—what an incredible method of disguise!
[Nameless Guide]: "@Abusive Novels Naive Flower It's over now. Cooperate fully with the police for the statement and tell them everything you know. Don't be afraid of retaliation."
[Nameless Guide]: "Captain Xing Tie is a tough guy. As long as the evidence is solid, Lu Chenzhou will be lucky to escape with his life this time, or at least lose a layer of skin. For a short time, he won't have the leisure to trouble you."
[Abusive Novels Naive Flower]: "Thank you... thank you, group owner, thank you everyone! Wuwuwu..."
[Peking University]: "This is great! Is this the iron fist of justice? I love it, love it!"
[Soldier King Lone Wolf]: "It's a bit of a pity I couldn't put a bullet through that grandson's head, but seeing him in handcuffs feels pretty good too!"
[Marvelous Doctor of Chinese Medicine]: "Big Brother Soldier King is awesome, Brother Ming is mighty!"
Looking at the words of everyone in the group, Fang Ming smiled slightly and turned to melt into the night.
This matter actually wasn't complicated.
Lu Chenzhou was the Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle who had influence in both the underworld and the legal world. It was definitely impossible for Fang Ming to go head-to-head with him.
He could only choose to call the police.
While ordinary police couldn't do anything to a Crown Prince, what was the one thing Yanjing City lacked the least? High-ranking officials!
In this city of Yanjing, there were plenty of people who disliked the Lu Family, and plenty of 'hard bones' like Xing Tie who were upright and incorruptible, wanting to take down Lu Chenzhou for a long time but lacking evidence.
The Soldier King had many capable people under him; a top-tier hacker was just one of the standard configurations for a Soldier King protagonist.
Fang Ming had a private chat with Soldier King Lone Wolf, asking his top hacker to help search for upright officials in Yanjing who had connections and background.
Then, using the Chat Group's positioning and recording functions, he had Ye Nuannuan record the basement environment, her injuries, and Lu Chenzhou's threats, sending it all anonymously to the target official.
Xing Tie was the person Fang Ming and Chu Feng chose after discussing it together.
With his personality, seeing such ironclad evidence—plus the location being Xishan Mansion No. 1—he would dare to charge in even if it were a dragon's pool or a tiger's den.
Just in case, Fang Ming also followed along. If Xing Tie failed, he could take advantage of the chaos in the manor to sneak in and save her.
With his current skills and the fire support from the Soldier King's side, achieving this wasn't particularly difficult.
Fortunately, Xing Tie's ability did not disappoint them, and Fang Ming didn't need to risk himself.
[Nameless Guide]: "Next is to expose the matter. @Soldier King Lone Wolf, I'll leave this to your hacker brother."
[Soldier King Lone Wolf]: "OK. Even if it's only for one night, I guarantee the whole country will know."
Fang Ming nodded slightly and said no more. By the time he took a taxi back to the hotel, it was already 2:30 AM.
Swiping his room card, he found Chen Qian sleeping soundly, with no sign of waking up at all.
"Tsk tsk, this Divine Doctor's stuff is really useful..."
...The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the pale gold curtains, shining into the dim hotel room.
"Mm..."
An extremely lazy moan came from the pillow.
Chen Qian, like a cat basking in the sun, stretched vigorously on the soft large bed.
It had to be said that this woman's figure was indeed top-tier; there wasn't a trace of extra fat where there shouldn't be, and she was certainly well-endowed where she should be.
Opening her eyes dizzily, she stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling for a few seconds as her consciousness gradually returned.
Then, as if realizing something, Chen Qian suddenly sat up, a flash of panic and confusion in her eyes.
What happened? She... actually fell asleep last night?
And it was such a deep sleep that she didn't even have a dream, sleeping straight through until dawn? This wasn't scientific!
Chen Qian looked down to check herself; her nightgown was intact, and she didn't feel that specific post-activity soreness. Instead, she felt refreshed and in high spirits.
It was even more fatigue-relieving than when she usually did a full-set SPA.
"Awake?" A slightly raspy male voice came from the single sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Chen Qian was startled and turned to look.
She saw Fang Ming wearing a loose T-shirt, sitting there with his legs crossed, scrolling through his phone.
"I, last night..."
Chen Qian brushed her messy long curly hair, her face quickly piling on her usual flirtatious smile. "Did I spoil your fun?"
As she spoke, she stepped barefoot onto the carpet, swaying her hips as she walked to Fang Ming's side and naturally sat in his lap.
The two had already been intimate, so this movement was natural and casual.
"It was quite a disappointment."
Fang Ming's lips curled up, and his long fingers brushed across her fair thigh. "I had finished my shower, and when I came out, you were snoring like thunder with drool almost coming out. I pushed you a couple of times but couldn't wake you, so I just had to let you sleep."
Hearing this, Chen Qian's pretty face instantly turned beet red.
Snoring? Drooling? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
She was a professionally trained socialite; even her sleeping posture was practiced. How could she be so ungraceful?
But looking at Fang Ming's eyes, she felt a bit guilty. Was she really that tired last night?
"Oh, you're so annoying~"
Chen Qian coquettishly punched Fang Ming's shoulder, her eyes shimmering and her voice so sweet it could draw threads. "Do you want some morning exercise as compensation?"
As she spoke, her hand slid mischievously down Fang Ming's chest, her eyes filled with blatant seduction.
Since they missed out last night, making up for it in the morning was the same.
Fang Ming grabbed her troublemaking hand. "Too late. Everyone is already waiting in the restaurant downstairs. If you want Young Master Qin to know that we delayed business on our first day in Yanjing because we overslept..."
Hearing the words 'Young Master Qin,' Chen Qian shuddered, and the flirtatiousness in her eyes instantly dissipated by more than half.
"That... I'm going to wash up! I'll be ready in a second!"
With that, she rushed into the bathroom in a panic.
Looking at the closed frosted glass door, Fang Ming pushed his glasses up, his gaze falling back onto the phone screen.
On the screen was a newly refreshed news item, the title written in bold, shocking black letters!
""Underground Torture Chamber" in the Beijing Circle? Wealthy Scion Suspected of Imprisoning and Abusing a Young Girl; Police Conduct Midnight Raid!"
The accompanying photo was a blurry long-distance shot.
In the photo, the formerly arrogant Lu Chenzhou was being held with his hands behind his back by two SWAT officers and escorted into a police car. Although pixelated, his expensive custom shirt and signature hairstyle could be recognized at a glance by anyone familiar with this circle.
Fang Ming's fingers lightly tapped the screen, his eyes deep... Twenty minutes later, in the second-floor buffet restaurant of the hotel.
It was the peak of the summer tourist season; the restaurant was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the mixed aromas of fried eggs, toasted bread, and coffee.
At a large round table in the corner, however, the atmosphere seemed somewhat eerily excited.
"Holy crap! Is this for real??"
A crude exclamation broke the peace at the dining table.
Wang Meng was clutching a meat bun, his eyes fixed on the phone screen in front of him, even forgetting to swallow the soy milk in his mouth.
Although he was just a rough man who only knew how to fight, he also knew what the Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle represented.
That was a legendary figure who could make Yanjing tremble with a stomp of his foot, someone usually only looked up to in financial magazines or luxury car gatherings. Now, he was actually arrested like a common prisoner?
"What's wrong? Making such a fuss so early in the morning."
Li Wei, who was sitting next to him touching up her makeup with a small mirror, leaned over curiously upon hearing this.
With just one look, the powder puff in her hand fell onto the table with a 'clack'.
"Oh my god... Isn't... isn't this Lu Chenzhou?"
Li Wei's voice was shrill, carrying an unconcealable shock and a trace of inexplicable excitement.
"I saw videos of him on Douyin before; so many people called him the 'National Husband'! The one who looks really abstinent!"
"Abstinent my ass!"
Zhang Yue on the opposite side had also scrolled to the same news, holding up her phone with a look of disgust to show everyone.
"Look at what's written here—illegal detention, basement..."
"You can know a person's face but not their heart. He looks decent enough, but he's actually a pervert in private!"
"Is this the sick taste of rich people? It's so freaking disgusting!"