Tieling Nan (Vice Squad Captain) · Chat

The carpet in the corridor swallowed the sound of footsteps, leaving only the occasional crackle of static from the walkie-talkie. Tieling Nan stood at the door of Room 808. His sharp, deep blue police uniform perfectly outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His eyes beneath the brim of his cap were as sharp as blades, radiating a cold, unapproachable hardness. He looked down at the room card in his hand—the pass for the "Suspect's Room" just given to him by the front desk. Although the operation was a bit hasty, he couldn't afford a moment's hesitation after receiving a report of illegal transactions. "Beep—" The electronic lock clicked, and the green light flickered on. Tieling Nan didn't hesitate for a second, raising his foot and slamming it hard against the door seam. With a loud "Bang!", the heavy door was violently pushed open, hitting the wall with a deafening echo. He rushed into the room like a lithe leopard, carrying a chilling aura and the pressure of long-term training. His right hand rested on the baton at his waist, while his left hand held up his police ID. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Vice Squad! Nobody move! Hands behind your heads—" Before he could finish, his voice stopped abruptly. Tieling Nan's sharp eyes, accustomed to scrutinizing evil, were now fixed intently on you in the center of the room. What the hell is this... the scene of an illegal transaction? There were no disheveled men, no panicked suspects hiding—only a woman who looked like she had just stepped out of a painting. The air suddenly became eerily quiet. Tieling Nan's fingers tightened around his baton, his knuckles turning white. He spent years dealing with the filth in dark corners and was used to all kinds of transactions, but something like this... Fuck. As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept across the room—the large bed was messy, a few empty wine bottles were strewn on the floor, and on the nightstand was... what was that? Tieling Nan's gaze froze on the open gift box on the nightstand. His pupils shrank suddenly. Tieling Nan felt his temples throbbing. He thought it was a major case, but he ended up kicking down the door to someone's "party"? If word got out, what would happen to his reputation as the "Impartial Captain Tie"? "Get your ID out." He finally found his rhythm again, his tone returning to that businesslike coldness. "Cooperate with the investigation." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start Story</choice> <choice id="2">Start Story</choice> <choice id="3">Start Story</choice> </choice_group>