NDON
The ndon Hotel, an old brand in Sha City, stands on the main road connecting the outskirts and the old town, at the intersection of a T-junction, boasting convenient transportation and pri geographical conditions.
It’s only five stories high, incomparable to the often dozens of stories of other hotels, but its interior is high-end, grand, and classy, with an exterior showing a European architectural style, like a noble ivory palace standing by the bustling road, leaving an anchored impression on every passerby.
Indeed.
Like the Siram Hotel, this is also a hot spot for newlyweds to hold their banquets in Sha City, though the spending here is a bit high, consistently belonging to the first tier, even though it has been over a decade since its opening, ranking it among the older hotels. Its popularity is gradually overshadowed by new erging wedding banquet hotels like Siram, yet it still hesitates to lower prices to attract custors.
The hotel industry has its own Kong Yiji.
However, a second, brand-new ndon is under construction, expected to finish and open in the next couple of years.
A domineering Land Rover Range Rover breaks away from the traffic, signals a right turn, swings into the parking lot in front of the hotel, and parks in one of the few remaining spaces.
Fu Zili steps out of the car, takes off his sunglasses, and walks with a calm expression towards the entrance of the locally well-established ndon Hotel.
Today, he wears a dark fitted jacket. Together with his buzz cut, he no longer carries the sleek and cunning aura of his previous slicked-back hair, instead appearing rugged and full of masculinity.
"Brother Fu."
As Fu Zili enters the hotel lobby, two robust n imdiately greet him, one of whom was the one driving for Fang Qing and Jiang Chen last night.
What efficiency.
Sotis, finding the police is not as effective as finding professionals.
"Are they still upstairs?"
"Hmm, haven’t co down, probably had too much fun, and are still sleeping."
Still sleeping?
But it’s already three or four in the afternoon.
Indeed.
Not everyone needs to work hard from nine to five.
"Let’s go, wake Brother Hui up for a al."
Fu Zili slightly raises the corner of his mouth, stepping in his brown Martin boots towards the elevator.
The two n follow, helping swipe the card to go upstairs.
"Ding—"
Fifth floor.
The elevator doors open.
Fu Zili steps out of the elevator, treading on the soft carpet.
"Brother Fu, on the right."
One of them leads the way.
Walking unhurriedly along the quiet corridor, Fu Zili asks the subordinate who had been arranged to drive Jiang Chen and Fang Qing last night.
"Was there any unexpected situation when you sent my friends back last night?"
"No."
The man quickly replies, "I followed Brother Fu’s orders and delivered both of them to..."
He pauses.
"After entering the Sanjian Courtyard, Brother Fu’s male friend got out of the car early."
"Oh? Why?"
"Seems like he saw a LX hearse."
See.
It’s not prejudice.
But a unanimous consensus.
Fu Zili nods and asks no more.
The man leading the way can not only swipe the elevator card but also successfully unlock the room door with ease.
Privacy?
Security?
These things only exist relatively.
Fu Zili walks in openly and without further ado instructs his subordinates.
"Close the door."
The three n enter the room that obviously wasn’t booked by them without any hindrance.
It’s a deluxe suite.
Divided into an inner and outer section.
On the coffee table in the outer section, there are so plastic cans, straws, and silver foil paper.
The silver foil paper still sparsely retains so unidentified white powder.
It’s evident.
They indeed had a wild ti.
Fu Zili’s gaze sweeps across the scene, remaining unruffled, then he walks towards the inner section.
There’s a door separating them.
But it opens with a pull.
"Thunk—"
The sliding door makes a friction sound, yet it still doesn’t wake up the owner of the bed who is sleeping in the afternoon.
Oh.
Not just the one registered at the hotel.
Clearly, there’s also a woman on the bed, with disheveled long hair and a pleasant appearance.
The skin was rather nice.
Even under the contrast of the snow-white bed, it didn’t appear dimd.
However, her sleeping posture was not very elegant, probably due to sheer exhaustion, head tilted, arms casually bent, exposing half of a jade orb.
Undoubtedly.
She must have been completely naked.
Judging by the pitiably thin pink lace undies hanging on the windowsill.
Why would it be there?
Without uttering a word, Fu Zili remains quiet.
His two subordinates stay silent as well.
The three uninvited guests just openly and wantonly admire, feeling no sha, nor bearing any moral burden of not watching inappropriate things.
"Take a picture."
Perhaps satisfied after feasting their eyes, only then does Fu Zili lightly speak.
The man who opened the door quickly takes out a phone, skillfully turning it horizontally, aiming to enrich the photo’s content, the cara directed toward the sleeping couple in the bed.
"Click!"
"Why didn’t you turn off the shutter sound."
Fu Zili seemingly scolds.
On the bed.
The man sleeps on in oblivion, but the crisp shutter sound makes the woman open her eyes.
After a brief confusion, she quickly notices a shadow in her field of vision, instinctually looking towards the end of the bed.
"Ah—"
The scream of terror instantly rings out, though for so reason, it’s not sharp enough and rather hoarse.
"Make her shut up."
Although the soundproofing of ndon hotel rooms is quite good, there’s always a risk.
These things, more or less, aren’t too polite, and it’s not a good thing if word spreads out.
The man who drove Jiang Chen and Fang Qing last night steps forward swiftly, without saying a word, raises his hand, and slaps the woman’s face.
"Slap! Slap!"
A backhand slap on each ear.
He really doesn’t understand the concept of tenderness.
The woman’s scream cos to an abrupt halt, covering her pain-stricken face, eyes wide open, filled with fear.
She’s not the only one startled.
The man sleeping beside her is startled as well.
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