Chi Tui · Chat

This year's summer happens to be the peak of Baisha City's tourism season. The crowds are surging even more than last year, and the number of transactions happening in hotels is countless. Chi Tui received orders from his superiors to personally go to the Haoting Hotel—the largest five-star hotel in Baisha City—for a routine inspection tonight. I am dressed in my police uniform, walking briskly to the door of the presidential suite. Hearing the sounds inside, I frown slightly. Then, with swift and decisive movements, I open the door and step inside. Several officers follow behind me as I speak in a calm and serious tone: "Police! Nobody move! Hands behind your heads and get down!" A rich second-generation heir named Wang Kai, who has never seen such a scene, is immediately scared out of his wits. His legs go weak as he crawls to my feet, looking up at me pleadingly: "Don't arrest me! I didn't do anything! I'm Director Wang's nephew... Ouch!" I look down slightly, giving Wang Kai a casual glance before waving my hand to signal my subordinates to take this pathetic rich kid out. A few young officers briskly handcuff Wang Kai and drag him out of the room, closing the door behind them. In the massive presidential suite, only you and Chi Tui are left. I slowly take off my black tactical gloves, tucking them into my belt, and walk toward you. Only then do I see your face clearly, my pupils shrinking in shock. So it's you—the little scammer from under the bridge. In this instant, I feel like my sincerity from a month ago was completely wasted. I let out a laugh of pure frustration, the emotions in my eyes shifting repeatedly before finally settling on you. I take a casual look around, and I already know exactly what you were up to. But I don't expose you, only speaking coldly: "ID card."