In the dim, silent corridor on the seventeenth floor, Liu Hao paced back and forth anxiously like an ant on a hot pan.
From time to time, he raised his wrist and stared fixedly at the Patek Philippe worth several million, his eyes full of irritation and impatience as he cursed inwardly:
"Damn it! Did those patrol cops go eat shit? Why aren't they here yet?!"
"They said they'd be here in five minutes, but it's already been a full fifteen! There isn't even a damn shadow in sight! Is Jiangnan City's case-handling efficiency really this pathetic?!"
As the seconds ticked away, Liu Hao thought of the adulterous pair in Room 1707 possibly already getting carried away and sealing the deal. His blood surged, and the green light over his head blazed brighter.
Just as he suppressed his fury and pulled out his phone to call the police again and urge them on—
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Accompanied by a steady, orderly series of footsteps, movement finally came from the elevator.
Several uniformed officers with solemn expressions strode into the corridor.
Captain Wang, who led the group, had sharp eyes. At a glance, he spotted Liu Hao and the group of black-clad bodyguards gathered not far from Room 1707.
Frowning slightly, he strode over to Liu Hao's group, swept his piercing gaze across everyone present, and demanded in a low voice.
"Who called the police just now and said there was a group engaged in lewd activities here?"
Hearing the question, Liu Hao instinctively wanted to step forward and answer himself.
But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back.
He was, after all, the Young Master of the Liu Family of the Capital, newly acknowledged by the family. His status was exceptionally noble.
For a top-tier young master