Since I have claimed that I was going to sleep, I could only obediently lay down on the bed and yell at him who was outside in a low voice, “Hey! I’ll not send you off. Don’t forget to close the door when you leave.”

He stood there in his usual black suit, white shirt, and a blue tie – the perfect portrayal of the arrogance and superiority that elites exhibited.

Even if I was beaten to death I wouldn’t have expected that this person will appear at the door of my house. Hence, when I saw him, I was slightly astounded and the words automatically slipped out of my lips, “Is it you?……Darn it, why are you here?”

The moment mama-san saw me in Mei Se, she pulled a long face displaying how dissatisfied she was with me. She had been engaged in this profession for too long and saw far too many tragedies. Her heart has already been as hard as a washboard. Upon seeing my illness-stricken face, her expression did not turn for better. 

At the noon of the next day a phone rang, groggily waking me up.

I struggled to get up. As soon as I sat up, my head started to spin. I sprawled onto the floor, scrabbled around and finally found my phone inside the cotton slipper that laid under the sofa.

This was my police phone. Li Fang, who was in the Bureau in charge of gathering intelligence, called me.

Two minutes later, both me and Dongzi, two pitiful people, were downstairs in the club. Two pairs of eyes watched in melancholy the raining sky and departing luxurious cars that freely drove away, one by one. We have very tacitly immersed into silence. Nowadays, the wealthy wants an absolute privacy, convenient for them to engage in secret affairs, men robbing and women soliciting¹. Therefore, there was no taxi available in the vicinity of the club.

When we reached Deng Long’s private club called “Ben”, which was situated on the edge of Qingshan Xiushui, it was already close to 2 AM morning. I was groggy like a sick chicken. My body was slightly burning, but I have always been optimistic. After shaking off my negative thoughts, I jumped out of the car. 

A sudden fire ignited inside me. I turned around and coldly glared at him, “What do you want to say?” 

Kang Zi Xian, with hands sticked inside the pockets, made a step forward. He lowered his head, facing my provocation like an arrogant peacock, which made people hold him in contempt, “I’m just curious. The one you want to save tonight is one of your boyfriends?” 

Even without guessing I knew what was the reaction of those two inside the car. As expected. The car, as if it was affected by its owner’s anger, swiftly left with a sneer. I glanced at the car in distance. With a smiling face, I turned my attention to the neon billboard.

I gritted my teeth. Not wanting to waste time, I directly opened my mouth and spoke: “Could you help me to find where is Deng Long now?”

“Martin?” He was slightly taken aback. His voice was deep and low, “Can I ask why?”

I was silent for a moment. Not wanting to beat around the bush, I replied, “He took my boyfriend away……”

He was silent.

I looked at Dongzi’s slim and amiable small physique. I complained endlessly in my heart. Apparently, there was a big likelihood that Deng Long was after this little physique. I didn’t complete the mission. On the contrary, old Tan’s unintentional move enabled us who were behind bolt and bar¹ to find a glean hope of survival. However, where’s a gain there must be also a loss. At the present, I’m putting Dongzi’s chrysanthemum at stake and it isn’t like there aren’t any rapes within gay circle of rich people who were relying on their fat wallets.  What’s more, Dongzi is not as quick-witted as me. Should I use this thread or not²?