My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 98 Carnal Lust

Even if he was only fulfilling the wishes of his dead comrade-in-arms, it is reasonable to say that the military headquarters should show some support, but this involved the problem of internal traitors and the list. Qin Feng still hoped that things could be kept under control, or the public would be in an uproar.

But now someone was deliberately looking for trouble. He couldn't get away from it even if he wanted to.

Boom!

As Jia Dapeng once again swung his electric baton, Qin Feng roared and strained until the veins on his neck almost popped, and with a loud clang, his pulled the metal chair he was chained too right off the bolts fixing it to the floor. As Qin Feng turned his body, the stool was whipped around, its four sharp-edged legs stabbing into Jia Dapeng's chest. He did not react at all. He had no idea that Qin Feng could have such incredible strength. The iron legs of the chair tore through Jia Dapeng's s.h.i.+rt and scratched four b.l.o.o.d.y gashes into his skin, knocking him back over the interrogation table. The baton fell to the ground and slowly rolled away.

Meanwhile, Li Faxian and Zhang Dali were having a smoke in an office down the hall. Perking his ears at the loud clatter coming from the interrogation room, Li Faxian nervously uttered, "s.h.i.+t, Dapeng better not kill the poor b.a.s.t.a.r.d in there... I should go check up on him."

Zhang Dali shrugged. "Director Li, he'll only be there a short while. Don't worry. Besides, Dapeng specifically ordered that no one else should go in before he went inside. You'll only ruin his fun if you interrupt him, so just let him satisfy his temper tantrum. Just relax. I promise Dapeng actually knows what he's doing; no one's going to die. And that Qin Feng, as I'm sure you're aware, is a very unusual specimen."

He set aside 15 minutes in his mind for Dapeng and leisurely smoked the two cigarettes he had left in his pocket. When the time was up, no matter what happened inside or whether Dapeng was satisfied or not, Zhang Dali would go in and stop this ridiculous horseplay. He didn't trust the kid not to go overboard with that electric baton.

"Well," said Li Faxian, "no matter how powerful he is, if he doesn't have a good boss to protect him, he ain't worth s.h.i.+t - and Zhao Jun just threw him to the wolves."

"Are you busy today? I haven't been to that place you recommended last time. Wanna go relax tonight, once Dapeng's done?" A glimmer of expectation appeared in the corner of Zhang Dali's eyes. Country boys like him were still full of yearning for those strange pa.s.sions they could never satisfy in their hometowns. Now that conditions were better, he would gradually make up for those missed opportunities to satisfy his deep wounds.

"Haha, good, good," Li Faxian said excitedly. "They are all university students from Yishui, absolutely genuine. I know the owner very well. Her daughter is quite famous - chairman of the student union at the provincial art inst.i.tute and all that - but secretly, she pimps out her fellow students. Whatever you desire, they can provide it for you. Man, the girls are really crazy these days. As long as you can cough up the cash, no shape and no age is off limits!"

Zhang Dali smirked. "Haha, I'll take two tonight, but I think I'll stick to the more vanilla options. Keep things simple. Just a couple s.l.u.ts who know what they're doing, with big bubbly a.s.ses!"

At ordinary times he was a very strict, straight-faced specialist, but he had one great vice - l.u.s.t. He couldn't stand seeing a s.e.xy woman. He had to find a way to get her in his bed.

"Pfft, boring. I'll call her now and make a reservation." Li Faxian missed the girls there very much. There were a few there he really worried about. He liked their coquettish expressions.

"Ungh, I have a stomachache. I'll hit the men's room." Zhang Dali trampled his cigarette b.u.t.t and ran straight to the bathroom with an embarra.s.sed face.

By that point, the noise from the interrogation room was much fainter. As he went past it, Zhang Dali figured Dapeng was done with his vengeful master plan, and they would go have some fun once he came out of the restroom.

Li Faxian chatted with the coquettish pimp for a while on the phone. The two had a long-term business relations.h.i.+p and knew each other well. Li Faxian was a police chief, and it was his official duty to crack down on prost.i.tution. If someone wanted to open up shop in his area, they would have to stay on his good side. At first he was only interested in bribes, but that became tedious after a while. The pimps found out, and offered something… else. They never thought Li Faxian would fall in love with it so easily.

In the end, she was a pimp. That flexible waist, that graceful figure, that deep and erotic voice, were enough to drive Li Faxian mad.

Qin Feng opened the locks of his handcuffs and shackles with the lockpick he kept in his pocket as a matter of course. He sat on the table and watched Jia Dapeng, whose mouth was stuffed with his stinky socks, the electric baton in his hand. Every now and then he would electrocute him. Jia Dapeng's terrified eyes stared at Qin Feng pleadingly.

"I told you not to mess with me, but you didn't listen," Qin Feng shook his head grumpily. "What the h.e.l.l am I supposed to do with you now?"

Qin Feng poked the baton into Jia Dapeng's inner thigh. The boy's face instantly went red with pain as he convulsed helplessly on the ground, dripping cold sweat all over the rough concrete floor.

"To tell you the truth, I won't even bother torturing you. I'm afraid I'll just have to disable you." Qin Feng dropped the baton, pulled out Jia Dapeng's mobile phone, and called his father's personal a.s.sistant.

"This is Qin Feng."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the a.s.sistant began nervously muttering, "I've called you a dozen times but your phone's been off! What's happening? Didn't you say there was some kind of problem? I'm in touch with you behind your father's back, remember? So, will the Secretary of the Munic.i.p.al Party Committee of Tianhe do for you? Think he can handle your problem? If you need someone higher up, then I can only go to the provincial government."

Before he was arrested, Qin Feng had sent a message saying he was having some difficulties. He wanted the secretary to keep a line clear so he could get in touch with him in an emergency.

The a.s.sistant was afraid to let the old man know that he was helping Qin Feng, so he was very cautious about it. However, Qin Feng's phone was captured and turned off after he entered the police station. This left the a.s.sistant at a loss, and he was just about to go and explain everything to Qin Wannian when Qin Feng finally called him.

"He'll do. I'm dealing with a local Director of Public Security. I'd have taken this to my HQ, but I don't feel good about it, so I need your help instead."

Qin Feng was about the hang up when the a.s.sistant hurriedly muttered, "When will you be back, you son of a b.i.t.c.h? It's been a while since the old man last saw you. If you're busy every day, you should come back as soon as this is all over. Next week is his sixtieth birthday!"

"Why should I go back? These days, being sixty years old is nothing impressive. There's no need to hold a big party. He doesn't want me around anyway. Last time he saw me, he told me not to show my face at home again."

Qin Feng hung up impatiently.