Chapter Ninety-Eight: Never Judge a Girl by Her Looks

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Never Judge a Girl by Her Appearance

The dark green SUV still charged recklessly out of the police station, and the three guards at the gate all stood up and saluted…

The vehicle soon disappeared from Chen Wei’s sight. To be honest, Chen Wei found it hard to believe that those two young people could resolve the Red Scorpion case. Yet, he couldn’t report his doubts to his superiors. The turmoil in his heart was not something that could be explained in just a few words.

Could the two people assigned from above truly be trustworthy?

“Hey, Director Chen doesn’t seem to trust us,” the young man said as he drove straight to a pre-booked chain hotel. “You get some good rest tonight. I’ll take a walk around Hedong City first. I heard this place has a long history and plenty of beauties.”

The ponytailed girl ignored him and went straight to the hotel front desk to check in. Seeing her disinterest, the young man reluctantly drove off quickly. He felt quite frustrated. This was the first time he had brought a woman on a mission; it was truly inconvenient.

Despite his annoyance, the others were envious. Their special unit had a girl for the first time, which was quite novel.

The ponytailed girl was sweet and quiet in appearance, with an especially refined aura. There was a rebellious streak about her—a kind of pure, girl-next-door charm that made any man want to claim her as his own.

After registering at the front desk, she headed directly to the elevator. As the elevator doors opened and she stepped in calmly, two drunken men hurried after her and forced the closing doors open to enter.

“Hic!” The two men reeked of alcohol. One was bald with a shiny head and wore a gold chain, while the other was shirtless, displaying tattoos. Their gazes immediately fixed on the girl inside.

The ponytailed girl frowned; she despised men who openly showed their intentions.

Suddenly, the bald man with the gold chain spoke first. “Hey, girl, you here to ‘clock in,’ huh?”

She completely ignored him, staring straight ahead as if he were invisible.

“Oh, quite feisty,” the tattooed man chuckled. “Sis, we mean no harm. If you’re here to ‘clock in,’ why not play with us? You name your price; we won’t lowball you like the others.”

The two clearly mistook her for one of those girls working the streets.

The girl struggled to control her emotions; she didn’t want any trouble.

“Hey, the boss’s got good stuff—better than what’s on the market. Heh heh, interested in a little fun? Guaranteed to please,” the bald man persisted.

Her expression darkened. “You’re selling meth?”

The tattooed man grinned slyly, “Don’t be so blunt. Wanna try, sis? Come on.”

To their surprise, the ponytailed girl agreed immediately.

The bald man and the tattooed youth were stunned. They had only planned to tease her lightly, never expecting such a pristine-looking girl to accept their offer outright.

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