stonecrandall Chapter 157 The Billion-Dollar Debt at the Bottom of Crescent Lake
Chapter 157 The Billion-Dollar Debt at the Bottom of Crescent Lake
The hustle and bustle of the emergency room was left behind as the automatic sensor doors slowly closed, shutting out the suffocating smell of disinfectant.
The air in Jingzhou was slightly cool in the early morning, carrying a hint of damp dew.
Qi Tongwei walked to the black Audi, took out his cigarette case, knocked out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.
"Smack."
The lighter's flame danced in the wind, igniting the tobacco.
He took a deep breath, and the bluish-white smoke rolled through his lungs, carrying away the murderous aura accumulated from a night of killing.
"Ten million gone just like that?"
Ye Cunxin leaned against the passenger door, her arms crossed over her chest.
The hem of her oversized white shirt was tied in a knot, accentuating her breathtakingly slender waist.
Because of the violent movements in the hospital, one of the two buttons on her chest popped open, revealing glimpses of her black lace bra, which was already tattered from the previous fight.
With each breath, that dazzling white pressed a deep chasm against the black edge, as if trying to absorb the faint light of dawn.
"Feeling sorry for him?"
Qi Tongwei turned his head and stared at the ravine for two seconds, his gaze undisguised.
"Money is a small matter."
Ye Cunxin took two steps in her high heels, approaching Qi Tongwei.
She lifted one leg and stepped directly onto the Audi's bumper.
This pose is extremely unrestrained, yet it exudes an indescribable wildness.
The tight jeans clung to her long, straight thighs, stretching the fabric to its limit and outlining the curves of her round, full hips.
"But this is my dowry."
Ye Cunxin stretched out the hand that had just signed a check for millions, lifted Qi Tongwei's chin with her index finger, and gently stroked his newly sprouted stubble with her fingertip.
"Director Qi, according to the rules of the underworld, if someone takes a woman's money, shouldn't they offer some kind of reward?"
Her voice was hoarse and languid, carrying a lingering smell of gunpowder and a faint body fragrance.
That was the unique hormonal scent of Chanel No. 5 mixed with sweat and fermented at body temperature, like poison seeping into one's nose.
Qi Tongwei narrowed his eyes and reached out to pinch her mischievous finger.
"Zhao Lichun isn't even dead yet, and you're already thinking about dividing the family property?"
With a forceful pull, he drew Ye Cunxin into his arms.
Two burning hot bodies collided.
Ye Cunxin tilted her head back, her slender neck gleaming with a delicate porcelain-like sheen in the sunlight, her deep collarbone hollows incredibly sexy.
Her proud, soft breasts pressed tightly against Qi Tongwei's hard chest, being squeezed and deformed with his movements, creating a highly elastic sensation.
"That old bastard from the Zhao family?"
Ye Cunxin scoffed, her peach blossom eyes filled with disdain. "Gao Yuliang is in there, and Zhao Ruilong is wetting his pants inside. What trouble can a lone commander like him cause?"
"You underestimate this old fox."
Qi Tongwei released his grip, turned around, and opened the car door.
"Get in the car."
"Where to?"
Ye Cunxin didn't move immediately, but leaned lazily against the car, her eyes lingering on him. "If it's going back to your big bed, I'd be happy. But if it's somewhere else..."
She paused, licking her rosy lips with her tongue, "That will cost extra."
Crescent Lake.
Qi Tongwei uttered three words and bent down to sit in the driver's seat.
Ye Cunxin's alluring expression faded slightly, and her beautiful eyebrows lifted.
"That's the Zhao family's private land."
She opened the passenger door and nimbly climbed in. "They say it's for ecotourism development, but the place is so deserted you don't even see a bird poop there. What are you going there for?"
"That's where Zhao Lichun's last savings for his coffin are buried."
Qi Tongwei started the car, and the engine emitted a deep roar.
"Half of the 12 billion yuan that Zhao Ruilong embezzled was laundered through the Crescent Lake project. The foundation of that so-called 'water park' wasn't made of piles, but of gold and ledgers."
The car sped out of the hospital gate like an arrow.
Inside the carriage, the atmosphere became ambiguous once again.
Ye Cunxin adjusted her posture and reclined the chair slightly.
Her two long, shapely legs stretched out and rested directly on the center console.
The morning light shone through the windshield onto her legs.
Because of the movement just now, the cuffs of the jeans rode up, revealing a section of fair, jade-like skin at the ankle, with bluish veins clearly visible under the thin skin.
"Director Qi, wouldn't you say you're using me?"
Ye Cunxin turned to the side, propped her head up with one hand, and stared intently at Qi Tongwei's hand on the steering wheel.
The hand had distinct knuckles, and the back of the hand still bore the scratches left in the cabin earlier, with congealed blood scabs, exuding a rugged masculine feel.
"Without the Ye family's nameplate, I wouldn't be able to enter Crescent Lake."
Qi Tongwei kept his eyes straight ahead and sped up to [speed limit].
120.
"Since you know it's an exploitation."
Ye Cunxin stretched out her left foot, her bare toes lightly touching the outside of Qi Tongwei's thigh.
Through the fabric of the police trousers, the slightly cool touch felt like an electric current coursing through my entire body.
Her toes slowly moved upwards along the taut muscles.
"Shouldn't you offer some compensation?"
Ye Cunxin's voice was very low, with a slightly sweet nasal tone, "I didn't have enough fun on the boat just now, and then I was interrupted by Zhao Donglai's inconsiderate phone call in the garage."
"Now……"
Her toes had slipped down to her thighs.
"The road ahead is still long."
Qi Tongwei slammed on the brakes.
The inertia propelled Ye Cunxin's body forward, her full, soft breasts undulating dramatically under the restraint of the seatbelt.
"Sit still."
Qi Tongwei's voice was a little hoarse. He grabbed her ankle with one hand and pressed the unruly foot back into the seat.
The texture under my palm is delicate and smooth, like holding a piece of fine mutton fat jade.
Instead of getting angry, Ye Cunxin giggled and laughed so hard she was shaking.
"Qi Tongwei, you've won."
She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against Qi Tongwei's earlobe. "You say no, but your body is quite honest."
Qi Tongwei ignored her teasing and stepped on the gas pedal.
Forty minutes later.
Crescent Lake Eco Resort.
Located in the far suburbs of Jingzhou City, this place is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side, which should be an excellent feng shui location.
But what lay before them was desolation.
A massive steel frame stands like a rusty monster by the lake, while the unfinished villa complex is hidden among tall weeds, exuding an eerie and ghostly atmosphere.
The only sign of life was the few burly men in black security uniforms in the guard booth at the entrance.
Seeing the Audi rushing towards them, the burly man leading the group came out with a rubber baton in his hand; his face was full of menacing features.
"Stop! Private property, no unauthorized personnel allowed!"
Qi Tongwei lowered the car window.
"The Provincial Public Security Bureau is handling the case; open the door."
The burly man paused for a moment, then looked up and down at the mud-splattered Audi, and then at Qi Tongwei's police uniform, which was crisp but somewhat wrinkled.
"Public Security Bureau?"
The burly man scoffed and spat on the ground. "This place belongs to Young Master Zhao. Don't think that just because you're from the Public Security Bureau, you can't do anything. Even if it were the Emperor himself, you'd have to kneel at the gate without Young Master Zhao's written order!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand.
Seven or eight thugs carrying riot forks and stun guns emerged from the guard post behind and surrounded the car.
"That's interesting."
Ye Cunxin got out of the car from the passenger seat.
She wasn't wearing shoes either, just walking barefoot on the gravel-strewn ground.
Those snow-white little feet stood out starkly against the black asphalt pavement. The insteps arched in an alluring curve, and the toes were round and cute, painted with burgundy nail polish.
"Zhao Ruilong's already in jail, who are you dogs still guarding the door for?"
Ye Cunxin leaned against the car door, casually smoothing her messy, wavy hair.
This action made her already precarious white shirt tighten even more.
The gaps between the buttons were stretched wider, and the deep cleavage and the touch of black lace were almost completely exposed to the air.
The security guards' eyes widened instantly.
The burly man in the lead swallowed hard, his lewd gaze sweeping back and forth between Ye Cunxin's long legs and chest.
"Hey, this girl's pretty good."
The burly man chuckled and reached out to touch Ye Cunxin's face. "Those long, white legs are quite something. What's up? Young Master Zhao went in, and you're here to see your brothers...?"
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
No one saw when Qi Tongwei got off the bus.
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the burly man who had just been leering was sent flying five or six meters away, crashing heavily into the rusty iron gate.
A mouthful of blood mixed with a few broken teeth spurted out.
Qi Tongwei withdrew his leg and slowly adjusted his cuffs.
"You're asking for it."
He raised his head, his hawk-like eyes coldly sweeping over the remaining security guards.
"Who else wants to try?"
The security guards trembled with fear, almost dropping their stun guns.
Is this even human? Kicking a 200-pound man flying with one kick?
"Charge! All of you, charge!"
The burly man on the ground clutched his chest and screamed, "If anything happens, Boss Zhao will take the blame! Beat those two scumbags to death!"
The security guards exchanged glances, and relying on their numbers, they gritted their teeth and charged forward with their batons.
"Be careful with your clothes."
Qi Tongwei glanced back at Ye Cunxin, a cold smile playing on his lips. "If it breaks open, I can't bear to look."
Before he finished speaking, he charged into the crowd like a cheetah.
"Click."
That was the crisp sound of bones breaking.
"what!"
That was a scream.
Less than half a minute.
People lay scattered on the ground, some with broken arms and legs, their cries of agony echoing around them.
Qi Tongwei stood in the middle, not a single hair out of place.
He walked up to the burly man who was leading the group, stepped on his wrist, and crushed it forcefully.
"Ah—! Master! Spare me! Spare me!"
"Which villa does Zhao Lichun live in?"
Qi Tongwei's voice was as cold as ice.
"Wh...what Zhao Lichun? I don't know him...there's really no one here..."
"Click."
Qi Tongwei exerted force with his feet, and the burly man's wrist was turned into a bizarre ninety-degree angle.
"Ah—! It's in Courtyard Number One! Courtyard Number One on the island in the middle of the lake! There's a basement there! Everything's in there!"
The burly man was in so much pain that snot and tears streamed down his face, and he spilled everything like beans.
Qi Tongwei withdrew his foot and disgustedly rubbed the bloodstains on the grass.
"Walk."
He turned and walked toward the car.
Ye Cunxin stood still, her eyes flashing with an unusual light.
The violent aesthetics she just witnessed seemed to have once again triggered something within her.
Looking at Qi Tongwei's tall and straight back, she felt a surge of heat throughout her body.
"Qi Tongwei".
She suddenly shouted.
"What's wrong now?"
Qi Tongwei stopped and turned around.
Ye Cunxin ran over across the gravel path, ignoring the pain in her feet, and threw herself onto his back.
She jumped up and wrapped her arms tightly around Qi Tongwei's waist.
Because of the large movements, the white shirt finally gave way, and with a "pop," one of the buttons on the chest popped off.
Large swaths of smooth, snow-white skin clung to Qi Tongwei's back without reservation.
Those two plump, soft mounds were squeezed into a flat shape, warm, delicate, and elastic.
"I have no shoes to wear, and my feet hurt."
Ye Cunxin buried her face in the crook of his neck, licking the skin on the back of his neck with the tip of her tongue, her voice trembling with panting, "Carry me inside."
"Young Miss, this is the crime scene."
Although Qi Tongwei said that, his hands steadily supported her buttocks.
It feels amazing to the touch, firm and bouncy, and you can feel the incredible heat even through the jeans.
"What's wrong with the case?"
Ye Cunxin breathed into his ear, and slipped one hand inside his collar, her nails gently scratching his hard pectoral muscles.
"Once we find the item, we'll be in Zhao Lichun's basement..."
She bit Qi Tongwei's earlobe. "Shall we celebrate?"
Qi Tongwei's Adam's apple bobbed.
He slapped her firm, round buttocks hard with his other hand.
"Snapped!"
The sound was crisp and clear, even with a slight echo.
"If you move again, I'll execute you on the spot."
"I couldn't have gotten it."
Ye Cunxin let out a sweet moan and pressed her body even closer together.
Qi Tongwei carried the alluring body on his back and strode towards the villa on the island in the middle of the lake.
Ripples spread across the surface of Crescent Lake.
That was the calm before the storm.
Beneath this tranquility, the last roots of the Zhao family, this towering tree, are about to be completely uprooted.
[System notification: Host detected approaching the "Core of Evil".]
[Mission issued: Uncover the secrets at the bottom of Crescent Lake.]
[Reward Preview: God-Level Interrogation Techniques (Mental Piercing Version)]
As Qi Tongwei looked at the words flashing on his retina, his cold smile deepened.
Zhao Lichun, can you still sleep in your hospital bed in Beijing?