Special Forces Medic-Chapter 638 - 595: Switch to Plan C

"The young cop is dead." Director Zhao repeated the news he had just received, his murky eyes fixed on Hua Qingyi's face, filled with anger but no surprise.

"You're the director of this district, shouldn't you be handling this case instead of coming to me?" Hua Qingyi's words left Director Zhao speechless. "If you can't manage it, hand it over to the city bureau."

In front of Director Zhao, Hua Qingyi slammed the door shut, not caring what the man would think. Another death? Hua Qingyi's drowsiness vanished instantly. He lay askew on the bed, lit a cigarette; it was the fourth one. He believed there would be more, and not just one person would meet their end here.

Director Zhao trudged downstairs. Instead of leaving the guest house, he casually walked behind the service desk. The kitchen was filled with typical equipment and the overpowering scent of grease; the guest house owner and his wife were busy in the kitchen, even though it was just approaching 4 AM, a time when they shouldn't be busy.

"How did it go? Did that Hua guy have any reaction?" The question wasn't from the guest house owner but from his wife standing beside him. At first glance, she appeared to be around thirty-five, which did not match her husband's age.

"No reaction at all, he just told me to handle this case, didn't even raise any suspicions." Director Zhao crossed his arms, his respect for this woman cast doubt on her identity.

The owner's wife set down her vegetables and pulled up a stool to sit. She rested her right foot on her left leg, and her right hand propped against the table, fingers moving back and forth against her lips.

"What about the woman in his room?" After a long pause, she brought up a question that seemed off-topic, yet it was something they had both overlooked. The owner's wife tilted her head, her attention seemingly more fixated on this woman than on Hua Qingyi himself. "Wasn't there talk of a woman seen in his room? Did you see any woman leaving here?" This question was clearly directed at the guest house owner, who was so nervous his vegetables fell into the sink.

"This weekend, there were many women coming in and out of the place, so... so I didn't pay attention to who was whose guest." The guest house owner dared not lie, his attitude was not mere respect but bordering on fear.

"Earlier, I glanced briefly, but I'm not sure if the woman is still in his room, since there's no one on the bed, maybe she's in the bathroom." Director Zhao quickly jumped in to cover for the guest house owner.

"Seems like the Hua kid is already suspicious of us, switch to Plan C." Without receiving a definite answer, the woman refrained from further questioning. She stood up, brushed off the stains from her apron, and took it off. "Since he told you to pass the cop's case to the city bureau, then do it. And don't stick with that kid, let the others see if there's an opportunity to get rid of the Lin kid; lurking around like a weed begs to be uprooted."

"If another murder happens now, it might not be wise." Director Zhao seemed to think that eliminating Xiao Lin was unnecessary. Even if Xiao Lin spoke out, Wang Canghai had kept the entire police station under his wing, and now the person was dead, any denial would be a dead end.

"Hmph!" The woman scoffed at Director Zhao. "Do you think confessing would make Hua let you go? Don't be naive; don't think he's a pushover, just because he lacks manpower doesn't mean you can mess around. Lao Zhao, you've underestimated your enemy."

"What I do is my business, no need to trouble you, ma'am." Despite Director Zhao's disrespect, the woman laughed instead of getting angry. The guest house owner standing nearby couldn't help but sweat for Director Zhao. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"You can leave now, make sure no one sees you as you exit."

Watching Director Zhao leave, the guest house owner couldn't help but murmur to his wife, "A cop like him can still be useful to us, and you're giving him a hard time — how can we work with him after this? Aren't you afraid he'll bite back?" Was he weak in front of his woman? Not really.

"Since he dared to admit his corruption in front of Hua Qingyi, he's basically telling us he can expose everything. Between life and money, which is more important? We shouldn't have involved that kid from the start." The owner's wife plopped back into the seat, her previous fierceness faded, replaced by a more demure demeanor.

"Better off without people like him, but you seem to be supporting him, his attitude earlier made me so mad."

"Oh, a bit jealous, are we? Quite a rare sight!" The guest house owner wasn't bothered by the woman's bluntness; his narrowed eyes shone with desire. "Keeping a couple of people like him isn't bad; they buy you time, you can't just kill them all."

"I hope you're right." The woman didn't say much more. In others' eyes, especially Director Zhao's, the guest house owner seemed to fear his wife. "How to deal with the Hua kid?"

"Doesn't matter, he can't stir up much on his own anyway." The guest house owner pulled the woman close, not caring about the grime on his hands, grabbing hold of her breasts, causing her to gasp with embarrassment.

"Have you caught Old Zhao's disease or something? How many times have I told you, underestimating the enemy never benefits you." As she reveled in the pleasure from his touch, she didn't forget to remind the man behind her.

"I'm not as dumb as Old Zhao." The guest house owner bit into her neck, sucking like a vampire on her delicate skin. "Even if he stirs up trouble in the Middle East, so what? This is Huaxia, he can't just act as he pleases. Even if he is the heir to the Hua family, he only has one life, and it can be taken."

"Your confidence — if it were that easy, others would've acted already, no need to wait till now." The woman countered.

The kitchen lights dimmed, and the intertwined figures melded together, twisted like two snakes, sickening to behold.

Director Zhao hadn't really left; he was just hiding behind the service desk. Maybe leaving outright would've been better, at least he wouldn't have witnessed this. No one wants to be deceived, no one wants to be toyed with.

And he had gotten involved in both, yet he truly believed it to be true. Unforgivable, his fists clenched, he stormed out. The heated scene in the kitchen didn't lose intensity with his departure; it escalated until the whole kitchen was in disarray. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you're welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)