Chapter 911: Let’s Make It Quick

Chapter 911: Chapter 911: Let’s Make It Quick

The four of them knew very well that turning themselves in would at least let them live in peace for a while, but if they didn’t agree, they would become a pool of corpse water right now.

Yang Cheng glanced at Feng Jiuge; she nodded, took out her phone, and dialed the police.

In less than ten minutes, the sound of sirens came from afar, stopping at the entrance of the small motel.

Leading the charge was a man in his forties, a burly, resolute-faced middle-aged police officer with sharp eyes, clearly an experienced veteran.

His name was Zhang Zhenggang, the captain of the Qingcheng City Police Department, and upon entering the motel, he headed straight upstairs.

"Who called the police?"

Zhang Zhenggang walked into the room, seeing four men tied up like dumplings kneeling on the floor. He looked at Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge, with a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"I did."

Feng Jiuge stood up and briefly explained the situation.

After listening, Zhang Zhenggang’s face grew uglier, especially when he heard that this small motel had killed seven people in three years. His fist clenched tightly.

"Search the entire motel, arrest the owner!"

With his command, the officers behind him immediately sprang into action.

Soon, the motel owner was dragged out of the room.

He was a man in his fifties, burly, with a face full of wrinkles and sinister eyes, clearly not a good character.

When being put into the police car, he was still shouting, "On what grounds are you arresting me? I’ll sue you!"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Zhenggang barked coldly, his gaze like a knife, "You’re suspected of intentional murder, illegal business, and the evidence is conclusive. Get ready to eat lead!"

The motel owner turned pale and finally closed his mouth.

The entire motel was completely sealed off, and officers found a substantial amount of blood and murder weapons in a secret room, as well as several packages of valuable items not yet disposed of. These were all solid proof.

"Mr. Yang, Miss Feng, thank you for helping us solve this heinous case."

Zhang Zhenggang walked up to the two of them, saluting solemnly.

"It was nothing."

Yang Cheng waved his hand, not caring much for such polite words.

"Now that the motel is shut down, where will you two be staying tonight?"

Zhang Zhenggang glanced at the sky; it was almost three in the morning, and finding a hotel at this hour was not easy.

"We haven’t thought about it; if worse comes to worst, we’ll sleep in the car."

Feng Jiuge looked unconcerned. She had slept on the streets before and didn’t mind this.

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Zhenggang smiled and said, "If you don’t mind, come stay at my place for the night. Though not as luxurious as a hotel, it’s clean, and my wife is a good cook, she can make you breakfast tomorrow."

"Officer Zhang, wouldn’t it be inappropriate to disturb your wife so late?"

Yang Cheng felt a bit embarrassed about going to Zhang Zhenggang’s house, but he was very hospitable.

"It’s no problem. It’s just the two of us at home. My wife is kind, she won’t mind."

Seeing he insisted, Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Then we’ll intrude."

Zhang Zhenggang’s home was in an ordinary neighborhood in the Qingcheng City District, a three-bedroom apartment, clean and tidy.

His wife was a gentle and virtuous woman, in her early thirties, with a round face and a pleasant smile.

Upon hearing that the two were heroes who helped her husband solve a case, she quickly prepared beds, boiled water, enthusiastically treating them like distant relatives who had come from afar.

"Take a shower first, I’ll cook you some noodles, eat a bit before sleep."

Wearing an apron, Zhang Zhenggang’s wife turned and went to the kitchen.

Feng Jiuge took a bath first, followed by Yang Cheng. By the time both of them were ready, steaming noodles were already on the table.

"Thank you, Captain Zhang, thank you, sister-in-law."

Yang Cheng took the bowl without being polite, eating heartily.

Zhang Zhenggang sat opposite, watching them eat noodles with a big smile on his face.

He had been on the force for ten years, seen too many of the dark sides of human nature, but young passionate people like Yang Cheng and Feng Jiuge were increasingly rare.

"Xiao Yang, what brought you to Qing City? Business trip?"

Zhang Zhenggang asked.

"Sort of, I heard Elder Cui is ill and came to treat him."

Yang Cheng replied truthfully.

"Cui Family?"

Zhang Zhenggang was a bit surprised, then smiled and said, "So you’re a doctor! Truly promising at such a young age."

"Elder Cui has a good reputation in Qing City, donated a lot of money over the years to build roads and schools; he’s a good man. I hope he recovers soon."

"He will."

Yang Cheng smiled, quickly finished his noodles, and went to rest with Feng Jiuge.

The bed was not big, but the bedding was clean, with a faint scent of soap, much better than the small motel.

Feng Jiuge relaxed in his arms, exhaling a long sigh of relief.

Though he had warmth and softness in his arms, Yang Cheng wasn’t in any provocative mood, holding Feng Jiuge, he fell into a deep sleep.

...

The next morning, the sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains.

When Feng Jiuge opened her eyes, they met Yang Cheng’s, a smile curled at her lips.

"What are you smiling at? Trying to seduce me?"

Yang Cheng raised an eyebrow, his large hand couldn’t help but wander under her shirt, feeling the silky texture under his palm, which made his heart restless.

"Pervert! Harassing me early in the morning."

"We didn’t do anything last night, so I’m quite excited this morning. Could you help me out?"

Yang Cheng’s breathing gradually became heavier, his eyes filled with warmth.

"It’s not proper on someone else’s bed. What if we make a mess?"

Feng Jiuge was also stirred, her beautiful eyes misty, looking at Yang Cheng.

"Then not on the bed, we’ll be quick."

With that, Yang Cheng picked up Feng Jiuge from the bed, hugging her from behind, igniting her all over.

"Ha... be gentle."

Feng Jiuge coquettishly moaned, couldn’t help wiggling, rubbing against Yang Cheng.

His hands grasped her soft mounds firmly, changing shapes, then sliding down, delving into her dress.

"Ah... junior brother, stop teasing, just give it to me."

Before Feng Jiuge could finish, Yang Cheng entered her.

"Mmm..."

She wanted to cry out, but his large hand covered her mouth.

"Don’t scream, hold it in."

The hot breath on her neck, coupled with the pleasure from the body, made her tremble uncontrollably.

"Then be gentle!"

Feng Jiuge whispered, and the next moment Yang Cheng began to thrust vigorously. She hurriedly covered her mouth, afraid of making indecent sounds.

"Alright!"

Yang Cheng’s mouth curled into a mischievous smile, slowing down, adjusting the force to neither too hard nor too soft.

Quickly, Feng Jiuge couldn’t bear the torment, starting to wriggle her waist to match, but Yang Cheng deliberately denied her satisfaction.

"Good little brother, faster... do me hard!"

"Do you want it gentler or harder?"

Yang Cheng chuckled, his fingers brushing over her nipples, making Feng Jiuge shiver.

"Junior brother, please stop teasing me, just give it to your sister."

Knowing he was deliberately teasing her, Feng Jiuge had to admit defeat and plead.