Brave, brave, my friend~
In the darkness of night, Wan Xinpeng ran with all his might.
The last time he had run like this had been over two months ago.
He had been getting his hair washed at a massage parlor when the Anti-Vice Squad suddenly showed up. Luckily, he had been sharp enough to sense that something was wrong when he heard the commotion, reacting early and climbing out the window to flee.
Fuck.
He paid money to kiss and do that stuff. Wasn't that just import-export trade? The country clearly said it supported that, so why did it become a severe crackdown when put into practice?
They said love without material things was nothing but a house of cards.
So why was the love he bought with material things still illegal?
Later, though, Wan Xinpeng figured it out himself.
The saying was right. It was simply that his material things weren't enough. If he had more money, what he bought wouldn't be one minute of love but a year of love—then it would be keeping a mistress, and that wouldn't be illegal.
As for how Wan Xinpeng had discovered Yan Aosong was a Cop.
Fuck, because that day, the one raiding that very establishment had been this guy!
He would recognize that bastard even if he turned to ash.
Bro, did he think taking off his uniform, saying some lovey-dovey nonsense, groping around, and spouting dirty jokes meant he could blend into our hooker-chasing circle?
Once a Cop, always a Cop!
It was a stain on his record that could never be erased. Heh heh.
Wan Xinpeng turned left and right without wasting time looking back. But his stamina drained rapidly as he ran, his breathing growing heavier until he could barely keep going.
But he should have