Just when he was hesitating, suddenly there was a loud bang, the door violently collapsed and several people rushed in. All Zhang Ziwen could hear was the terrified scream of Number 8. Many powerfully strong hands were pressing him down on the massage table, leaving him with no chance to resist as his hands were twisted behind him into handcuffs. From what Zhang Ziwen could gather, the person forcefully holding him down seemed to be very professional. The sound of doors collapsing continued to echo from the corridor, making it unclear as to what was happening. Zhang Ziwen was slightly dazed for a moment, then he heard the sound of a walkie-talkie crackling to life.
"Headquarters, the chick is in the net, the chick is in the net,"
"Headquarters understands, understood."
Damn, Chick? Am I the chick? It must be a prostitution raid, I am so unfortunate. The first time I accidentally stepped into this erotic massage and I got caught red-handed. Damn it, I haven't even started yet. I am so unlucky, Zhang Ziwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, feeling pretty wronged in his heart.
Zhang Ziwen, with his hands cuffed behind him, was pulled up by them. His body was naked, and they didn't even bother to cover him with a bath towel. The surprise attack had long extinguished Zhang Ziwen's desires and his manhood was thankfully behaving as it normally would if not a bit intimidated. Zhang Ziwen felt hatred in his heart, but what could he do about it?
Was a prostitution raid always this extravagant? Zhang Ziwen had his doubts. The two plainclothes men on either side of him held him steady as several muscular young men inside the massage room fiercely glared at him, every now and then they would glance towards Zhang Ziwen's bare lower body. Even though Zhang Ziwen usually took pride in his manhood, he still felt incredibly embarrassed. He looked at Number 8 who was now crouched in the corner, trembling, clearly terrified by the scene before her.
It seemed like there were many people outside, uniformed police officers walked by the door from time to time. The noisy footsteps outside the door suggested many people were nearing. What was going on? Surely they didn't have a TV station tailing them as well, Zhang Ziwen's heart pounded unevenly with anxiety.
"Inspector Wu, you are here." someone outside said.
"Hmm, have everyone been apprehended?" A woman's voice replied, clear, pleasing, and lovely.
"All are netted, not only did we catch the big fish, but we also didn't miss any small fry," The previous speaker's voice sounded excited.
"Excellent, the bureau has already said, after this case, everyone can have a break."
"Really? That's really good, honestly, I haven't been home for two months handling this case. Alas, when I go back I'll get scolded by the wife again, what a hassle."
"Oh come on, look how happy you are, still complaining about being bothered. Go home and properly accompany your wife, everyone has worked hard during this time."
Following the pleasant voice, several people entered. The woman leading them was a beautiful police officer. Was this beautiful policewoman the Inspector Wu previously mentioned? So young? She looked no older than 23 or 24. Staring at her youthful and beautiful face, Zhang Ziwen was a little incredulous. Was there really an Inspector this young?
The policewoman who came in saw Zhang Ziwen's naked body and momentarily froze, and a flush passed over her fair face. She spat, "What's the matter with you? Can't you find him a towel to cover up?" The voice was slightly annoyed.
A young man in the room hastily picked up a bath towel from the floor and awkwardly wrapped it around Zhang Ziwen's waist. Zhang Ziwen noted that these men seemed to fear the woman cop quite a bit, but everyone also had a bit of a lustful smile in their eyes. They seemed quite eager to see their beautiful Inspector make a fool of herself, but using him as a human shield was just too damn unfair. Zhang Ziwen felt hatred in his heart.
As Zhang Ziwen was being pushed out of the massage room by the police, the scene before him left him slightly surprised. Outside were fully armed special police, wearing masks and brandishing submachine guns, securing the entire corridor. Was it necessary to mobilise this much manpower for a prostitution raid? Along the side of the corridor was a row of half-naked men with their hands cuffed behind them, all of different ages. Like Zhang Ziwen, each one was haphazardly wrapped in a towel. Some heavily built men had all sorts of tattoos on their body, fierce dragons and tigers, obviously gangsters without the need for a second guess.
Zhang Ziwen was momentary stunned and was forcefully pushed by the plainclothes police beside him. Caught off guard, Zhang Ziwen stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. This made Zhang Ziwen extremely angry inside. Damn, what was the big deal? All he did was get an erotic massage, and he didn't even get to it. Was this rough treatment necessary?
Having steadied himself, Zhang Ziwen glared at the man who pushed him: "Why are you pushing so hard? Is this any way to treat someone?" Zhang Ziwen felt the urge to fight him.
"Shut up, crouch down, behave!" The undercover cop who pushed Zhang Ziwen shouted, ignoring his glare.
"Heard that! Squat down and don't you dare move!" Another plainclothes came up, and the two forced Zhang Ziwen into a squat.
Zhang Ziwen, with his hands cuffed, was furious inside. Nevertheless, he was caught red-handed during the crackdown on prostitution. "Damn it, I have to bear it. Do I really want to fight with these policemen, against the government?" Zhang Ziwen tried to suppress his anger. Resistance was futile, so what could he do? He had made a mess of things with his health maintenance business. European-style health maintenance, my ass! Zhang Ziwen cursed to himself in frustration.
Outside the bath center, there were no less than a hundred police cars parked. The police lights were flashing, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, shining together. There were also quite a lot of policemen standing outside. Both sides of the street were filled with gawking crowds. It was quite a spectacle. "Ah, people nowadays," Zhang Ziwen sighed to himself, "It must be midnight now. There's still so many people watching the spectacle this late, and even some journalists who have caught wind of the situation. They're busily filming with their cameras. This crackdown on prostitution clearly had very thorough preparations and was on a large scale. I really have rotten luck to have landed in the muzzle of a gun."
Zhang Ziwen and the other men with their hands cuffed were shepherded into the police cars all together, divided into ten or so cars. The police cars drove towards the detention center in a long convoy, with sirens blaring. As the red lights never stopped, the roads were smooth. They didn't take much time to drive into the detention center.
Inside the detention center, Zhang Ziwen and the others who had been caught were placed under separate confinement. Zhang Ziwen got the special treatment of staying in a lone cell. He wondered if the men who had been caught with him received the same treatment?
The single bed only had one pillow and a thin blanket. Thankfully it was early summer, so he didn't need to worry about being cold. The handcuffs have already been removed. Zhang Ziwen touched the traces of blood left by the handcuffs, "Damn, they were quite ruthless," he grumbled in dissatisfaction.
After waiting for a long time, no one came to bring him out for questioning or anything. He thought it was just sexual massage, a small matter. At most, he would be fined and given some criticism and education. He wasn't very worried.
Maybe he was a little exhausted from the shock at the bath center. Zhang Ziwen lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Half asleep, Zhang Ziwen saw a beautiful face moving in front of his eyes. It was a bit blurry. Was it the No.8 lady? No, was it a female officer? It seemed like it, but it also seemed like it wasn't... Wait, why wasn't she wearing any clothes? He was mesmerized by her shivering, full and upright breasts. Her protruding front and raised back with a soft and fair body was extremely tempting. He felt desires stirring in his lower abdomen uncontrollably. He stretched out his hands wanting to hold her, "Don't run away, naughty girl. I finally caught you, soft... Oh, look at how your beautiful pupils are filled with passion while looking at me. Zhang Ziwen leant down and..."
Suddenly, the shrill noise of metal broke the silence. The charm in his arms disappeared, followed by a loud shout, "Get up, quick!"
Zhang Ziwen felt someone forcefully pushing him. "What the hell? Where's my female officer?" complained Zhang Ziwen. He opened his slightly groggy eyes, and the sunlight coming in through the ironwindow bars was a little glaring. It was broad daylight. It turned out to be just a dream, and he was still in the detention center. Zhang Ziwen sat up lazily, shook his head, and finally came to his senses. He saw two uniformed policemen standing in front of his bed, staring at him impatiently.
"Damn! How unlucky am I?" cursed Zhang Ziwen in his mind. "They really picked the perfect time. Couldn't they wake me up a bit later? My female officer, she's gone..."
Deep down, Zhang Ziwen was extremely upset with these two policemen. If it were any other time, he would definitely not let off anyone who dared to mess with his sweet dreams. Zhang Ziwen was utterly annoyed.
Despite his dissatisfaction, he still had to cooperate with the police. Zhang Ziwen got out of bed, carefully wrapped the bath towel scattered on the bed around his waist, checked everything, and estimated there wouldn't be any accidental exposures. He finally followed them out of the cell, his hands still cuffed. Fortunately, the cuffs weren't tight, and he wasn't handcuffed behind his back. If it weren't for the face that they didn't give him a prisoner's uniform, Zhang Ziwen would have actually praised the policeman who cuffed him for his humanity.
Two policemen stayed close to Zhang Ziwen, one on each side. They followed a long row of cells and turned towards a long corridor. The corridor was dimly lit and very quiet. Occasionally a policeman darted past them in a hurry. But one thing was common — the policemen all glanced at his lower body.
Zhang Ziwen complained in his mind, "Damn it, is it that good to look at? It's a bath towel, I'm not a damn x-ray."
Zhang Ziwen was disquieted but the policemen's gazes reminded him of himself. He remembered how engrossed he was in his sexual dream. Had these two policemen seen his immodest behaviour in the cell earlier? The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he felt. If there was a crevice in the ground, he would definitely have jumped in without any hesitation.
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