In the luxurious suite of the hotel, the floor from the entrance to the bedroom was strewn with clothing, indicating that a fierce "battle" had taken place here, with many garments even torn apart.
The bedroom door was open, and on the soft king-sized bed, a woman lay sprawled, her waist partially concealed by the corner of the sheets, revealing long and healthy-looking legs, as well as a voluptuous figure that would make most Asian women envious.
Fiery red hair scattered across the pillow, obscuring much of the woman's face.
And on the floor beside the bed lay an NYPD police uniform.
Shen had already risen from the bed, dressed in a robe, the neckline revealing the contours of his sturdy chest muscles.
He walked to the window and gazed into the distance.
The hotel suite on the top floor undoubtedly offered a magnificent view.
Shen glanced back at the female officer on the bed.
What was her name again? Simpson?
Well, whatever, he only fancied her fiery red hair anyway.
