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"Hey there, hey there, hey there!" Shi Boren's face instantly lit up with a wide grin as he approached, attempting to sling an arm around Chu Yuening's shoulders. However, before he could even settle his hand, Zhou Fengxu flicked it away.

Zhou Fengxu remarked, "Mind your influence."

Shi Boren withdrew his hand with a playful laugh, "Ning Ning is really a good little sister to Brother Ren, deserving of all the affection!"

With these words, he tossed his coat back with both hands and strode up the steps with an air of sophistication, gracefully opening the door. Then, he bowed slightly, gesturing for her to enter.

"Come on! Tonight, you're the queen. If there's any handsome lad who catches your eye, leave it to Brother Ren. No matter how unapproachable he may seem, I'll charm him until he's smitten!"

Gan Yizu, feeling something amiss in the conversation, squeezed in to inquire, "Brother Ren, how can the word 'soak' be used for men?"

Shi Boren straightened up, folding his arms with a dismissive air. "What else? Would those guys still dare to hit on Ning Ning? I'll make their eyes water with one punch!"

Chu Yuening was amused, her eyebrows arching into a gentle curve.

Just as she was about to collide with the door, an elongated hand reached out to push it open ahead of time.

"Oh, thank you, Officer Zhou," Chu Yuening said, so absorbed in her joy that she forgot to watch the door.

Zhou Fengxu gave an affirming sound in response, "Let's go in."

As the group entered the ballroom, they were immediately captivated by the dazzling light globes illuminating the space.

The luminescent orbs swirled rhythmically to the music, their multi-hued lights intertwining in a dazzling spectacle reminiscent of neon splendor.

On the stage, a female model was strutting down the runway. Below it, a vast dance floor was bustling with numerous dancers.

They entered the ballroom and, after scanning their surroundings, took a table in a cozy corner.

The ballroom was heated, and Shi Boren couldn't resist taking off his coat the moment he entered, his eyes fixated on the dance floor.

Zhou Fengxu proceeded to the bar to purchase drinks, while Gan Yizu made his way to the restroom.

Left alone were Shi Boren and Chu Yuening.

"Ning Ning, shall we go dancing?"

"Me?" Chu Yuening propped herself up on the sofa, casting a glance at the crowded dance floor where people were packed and swaying. She shook her head in disapproval, "Too many people, I'm not going."

"Please, have a seat first," Shi Boren said eagerly as he hurried towards the dance floor. "Let your brother Ren lead the way, using his dazzling moves to give these newcomers a proper dance education."

He shed his jacket, leaving only a short-sleeved T-shirt, and in tight jeans, he swayed toward the center of the dance floor with his waist bent and his fingers snapping rhythmically.

Chu Yuening cleared her throat with a couple of light coughs.

It's genuinely quite challenging to provide a fair assessment.

The ballroom was spacious, with a stage equipped with sound systems occupying one end, while the other side was occupied by a bar where a bartender skillfully mixed cocktails.

Zhou Fengxu stood there, having just finished ordering his drink, when he suddenly turned around, as if recalling something.

Observing the girl sitting on the sofa with both hands supporting her, her large eyes wandering curiously around the room, the vibrant lights cascading over her body lent her skin an enchanting, milk-like fairness.

For a moment, he was taken aback.

It was as if he had never seen a girl as fair-skinned as this before.

The last time I saw someone this pale was in a funeral parlor, where the lifeless... corpses lacked all color.

The plan was to keep Shi Boren in the dark about this, for if he found out, he would undoubtedly tease Zhou Fengxu for his typical straight-man remarks, focusing solely on corpses all day and not paying enough attention to women.

Clearly, there are plenty of girls on the street as fair-skinned as Ning Ning.

"Mr. Zhou, one more to go. Would you like a drink or water?" the bartender gently prompted.

Zhou Fengxu withdrew his gaze and said, "A glass of orange juice, please. She likely doesn't want alcohol."

"Very well, it will be delivered to your table shortly."

Zhou Fengxu slipped his wallet, now emptied of payment, back into the inner pocket of his black sheepskin jacket. He returned to their booth and took a seat, inquiring, "How do you find the orange juice? Or would you prefer something stronger to drink?"

"Orange juice will do," Chu Yuening said with a faint smile. "I have to record a show early tomorrow morning, so I can't drink alcohol."

He was surprised. "On television?"

"Mm," Chu Yuening's eyes curved into a smile. "It's a friend who helped me secure the show, with the intention of boosting the reputation of my feng shui shop."

Zhou Fengxu was about to say something when, serendipitously, a waiter approached with a tray, deftly placing the beverages on the table one by one.

When the waiter had departed.

Chu Yuening looked around, her curiosity piqued, and inquired, "Inspector Zhou, where is Uncle Zhong?"

Zhou Fengxu raised his hand and placed the glass of orange juice in front of Chu Yuening, then took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and sat down.

Uncle Zhong seldom partakes in recreational activities; he prefers to be home with his wife and children.

He ordered a cocktail, took a sip, then withdrew a check from the pocket of his leather jacket with his left hand. He placed it on the table and gently pushed it toward the other person.

"A check? Why is there a check?" Chu Yuening wondered, perplexed.

Observing the girl's puzzled expression as she tilted her head and blinked, Zhou Fengxu curved his lips into a smile. "The check is a reward for your help last time, which I applied for through the police station."

Law enforcement agencies offer rewards to citizens who provide evidence that helps solve cases.

On this point, Chu Yuening had some understanding and didn't stand on ceremony.

"Oh, thank you."

Chu Yuening took the check and, upon inspection, discovered it amounted to a staggering 100,000 yuan. She covered her mouth in astonishment, "Is the police station's reward really this high?"

"Well, without your assistance, Ma Zhengqi would not have been brought to justice so swiftly."

First, it's known that Ma Zhengqi has undergone plastic surgery.

Second, Ma Zhengqi employed the tactic of ____.

Two factors would make it more challenging for the police to trace him, not a smooth and effortless capture.

Zhou Fengxu gradually felt a warmth seeping in, prompting him to slip off his leather jacket, revealing his broad shoulders. He then unfastened the two buttons that confined his Adam's apple, adding to his sense of liberation.

Chu Yuening, assuming it was all bonus money, grinned as she pocketed the cash, commenting, "Your police station is really generous."

It was at this very moment.

A sudden hubbub erupted from the ballroom.

Chu Yuening followed the direction and looked over.

Spotting a male model on the stage, he was dancing amid the fervor of the event. At the peak of excitement, he popped a champagne bottle over his head and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique.

A vast assembly of ladies screamed from below.