In the heart of F City, lights dazzled in an array, and neon-lit streets zigzagged like water dragons that dazzled the eyes.
The Imperial Clubhouse, located in the busiest area of the city.
In the vast parking lot in front of the clubhouse, the world's foremost super sports cars, Bugatti Veyrons, reflected lights of the dark night, exuding nobleness and respect in their luxury. All was quiet enough to take one's breath away.
It was evident that, some wealthy personages dominated F City were spending their leisure time in the Imperial Clubhouse.
Contrasting this scene, a row of police cars rushed to the site without sounding their sirens, coming to a sudden halt. It appeared that a major operation was about to take place here.
The front door of the leading patrol car opened, and Su Nuan stepped out. She slightly narrowed her eyes scanning across the brightly lit "Imperial" signage, a cold smirk appeared on her lips.
"Su, this is Imperial Clubhouse. Big shots frequent this place, would it be...?" A team member beside Su Nuan softly reminded her. On seeing the parked Bugattis, the team member's jaw dropped in awe. "Su, did Lord Yu come today…"
Before he could finish, Su Nuan interrupted him. She didn’t pay attention to what her subordinate said. She ordered, "I don’t care if Lords or Kings are inside, search!"
Su Nuan briskly climbed up the steps. The security guard at the entrance raised his hand to stop her but retracted it after seeing the dark blue uniform of the special police on her. He dare not offend this woman, who was from the "Hawk" special police squad!
Inside the grand hall of the Imperial, oval-shaped crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, crystal tassels twinkling with light, silently blooming in the room, making the hall seem like daylight.
Su Nuan's charming face appeared stern, like an icy pear blossom.
She glanced around the area, spotting the luxurious and debauched decoration. A mocking smile faintly appeared on her face as she ordered, "Search one room after another, and overlook nothing."
She had heard of the Imperial long ago. Being the captain of the "Hawk" strike team, she had received a secret mission to crackdown on this place. Nobody could stop her.
As per orders, the Hawk squad members began their search in the rooms one by one. The echoes of screams and shouts merged into one.
"Captain Su, you see, our business is based on the belief that the customer is king. Your arrival has scared off our clientele, I'm afraid it could affect our future networking... If you need to find anything, I can lead the way for you, please consider..."
The manager of the Imperial Clubhouse explained respectfully, his voice trembling with anxiety.
Captain Su Nuan frowned, but ignored him. At that moment she heard a voice in her earpiece,
"Captain Su, this is No. 2, there's unusual activity happening in one of the rooms on the second floor."
Su Nuan's sharp gaze swept the area as she made her way upstairs.
"Hang on, I'll be right there."
She loves excitement!
"Captain Su, wait, you can't go there..." Hearing this, the manager felt like crying. That room, could anyone even enter? Lord Yu was there! God!
Inside the VIP suite, the walls were wrapped in dark gold wallpaper, emitting a mysterious and luxurious glow. The pale purple ambience, ambiguous and hazy, was accompanied by the soothing tunes coming from a piano.
On a black leather sofa, sat a leisurely man, his light-brown shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing hints of his muscular build. He rested his arm on the sofa, exuding an elegance that likened to that of a regal cheetah, carrying an air of menace within his nonchalance.
At the moment, his slightly narrowed eyes were fixed on the coffee table in front of him. On the table, two tall glasses filled with red wine, wafted a rich and enticing scent.
"Master Yu, this is the priceless red wine from De Lusue. Please have a taste." A bewitching woman with long hair draped over her shoulders, sat down next to the man in an affectedly sweet voice.
Upon hearing this, the man's brows furrowed coldly.
"I don't drink."
He tossed out the four-word rebuttal nonchalantly while inflecting a slight shuffle on the touchscreen of his phone with his fingers. As he swiped in circles, there was an immense, and altogether silent pressure lingering in the room.
The woman bit her lip, suppressing the slight tremor of fear in her heart as she cooed, "How could the master not drink? They say beauty is irresistible, am I not suitable to accompany you in a toast?"
She lifted her glass as she spoke, her body leaned onto his chest, placing the glass at his lips. Her coquettish eyes glinted with infinite allure.
Hmm, you should know that she is the proud daughter of a minister, and also currently the most popular supermodel. At any banquet, as long as she is present, she becomes the focus of the spotlight.
The man before her is nothing less than the nation's heartthrob, cool and suave, with formidable power, the dream of all women. Abandoning the decorum of a rich lady, she repeatedly tried to seduce him, just to make him drink this glass of wine, this wine which she had secretly spiked. She wanted to be his woman and the most respected woman in the city.
Absorbed in her beautiful figure lying in close proximity to him, she felt confident.
As long as he drank this glass of wine, what followed... well, she intended to bear his child.
The man's handsome face displayed impatience. If it were not for his ulterior motives, if not for the information he wanted to acquire, he would have been loath to parley with such a vulgar woman.
He took the red wine in his slender hand, ready to take a sip.