Hotel 1901.
"Where is she?"
"Inside."
"She's been drugged, and you still couldn't handle it? Move aside."
A man with a goatee walked up to the bathroom door, "Young lady, open the door. It seems there's been a misunderstanding here."
"You liars, all of you! I heard your conversation, you're not any directors or screenwriters at all."
"I've already called the police, and they will be here soon."
"Does she have a phone?"
The young man beside him nodded awkwardly, the goatee's face darkening. He stepped back and then kicked the bathroom door forcefully.
The bathroom door of the hotel room was not very sturdy; it broke open from his kick, and Zhou Zhishan inside screamed and fell to the floor.
"Don't come any closer."
The goatee looked at Zhou Zhishan, "Young lady, this was supposed to be a consensual deal. You had to complicate things. Since you've called the police, there's nothing else we can do."
