Ling Zhenfei knocked Fengzi unconscious with a slap and then dragged him into the men's bathroom, locking the door from the outside.

"Ling Zhenfei, you've knocked him out, what should we do next?"

Zhuo Yue, who had been confidently declarative just moments before, now seemed anxious as the situation appeared perilous, and she hurriedly asked Ling Zhenfei.

"Don't worry!"

Ling Zhenfei methodically made a call to Han Lian outside, indicating that the situation inside the nightclub was quite unusual. The seriousness of the case might even exceed the police's imagination.

After hanging up, Ling Zhenfei looked calmly at Zhuo Yue and suddenly asked, "Let's continue our earlier conversation. What did you say your true identity was?"

"I..."

Zhuo Yue might have been a little quirky, but facing the current situation, she decided not to hide anymore and confessed, "Actually, I am a reporter for the Life and Law column of the provincial TV station. I infiltrated this place after receiving a tip that the nightclub owner is involved in trafficking young girls and forcing them into prostitution, and I came to conduct an undercover investigation."

An undercover journalist?

When Ling Zhenfei heard that this female swindler was actually an undercover journalist for the provincial station, he was rendered speechless, feeling as if a herd of alpacas galloped past him in a flash...

"What, you don't believe me? I really am an undercover journalist!"

Seeing the way Ling Zhenfei's eyes were fixed on her, Zhuo Yue became so angry that she wanted to gouge out his eyes!

"An undercover journalist? Err... I'd rather believe you're the Gambling God..."

Embarrassed by Zhuo Yue's glare, Ling Zhenfei awkwardly shrank back and averted his gaze, murmuring almost groaning.

"Believe it or not, that's who I am!"

Zhuo Yue, seeing he was still skeptical, anxiously took off a necklace from around her neck, pointed to the shiny cat's-eye camera, and said to Ling Zhenfei, "See this? It's a miniature camera, made in Europe and America. It's small in size, highly concealed, and has a large storage capacity. I paid tens of thousands for it!"

Seeing the cat's-eye camera, Ling Zhenfei finally believed that Zhuo Yue was an undercover journalist. After confirming Zhuo Yue's identity, he expressed his own intentions to her openly.

Hearing that Ling Zhenfei was representing the police, Zhuo Yue immediately looked overjoyed. But then she spoke with concern, "I only managed to infiltrate the nightclub these past two days, so I'm not well-acquainted with their operations. However, based on my initial assessment, this nightclub is just a front to distract people.

Just last night, apparently, a woman escaped from their base. Now they've deployed people to search for her, which is why you haven't seen many people around here for so long."

"Hmm!"

Ling Zhenfei nodded solemnly and said, "I overheard the conversation between Fengzi and Wang Changming earlier, and they mentioned this. Do you know where their base is? I'll notify the police now and take it down!"

"I haven't figured out where the base is yet," Zhuo Yue said, frowning slightly.

But her frown soon smoothed out as she pointed at the unconscious Fengzi and said, "This guy should know, we just need to ask him."

"Alright, let's get this guy out of here first."

Ling Zhenfei had already intended to do so; immediately, he hoisted Fengzi, who was as heavy as a dead pig, onto his back. He and Zhuo Yue then carefully entered the elevator, heading towards the lobby on the first floor.

"Stop!" Just as the two of them were about to leave the nightclub, a harsh shout came from behind.

Thud!

At the sound of the shout, Zhuo Yue's heart skipped a beat, and she inwardly cursed their luck.

Despite Zhuo Yue's seemingly carefree and fearless demeanor, she was still a girl, whose tolerance and judgment of danger were much weaker than that of men.

Upon hearing someone calling from behind, she thought she had been recognized and couldn't help but tug at Ling Zhenfei's sleeve, her palms breaking out into a cold sweat.

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Seeing her anxious demeanor, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but take her delicate hand and reassure her with a glance.

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

The footsteps from behind got closer, and the person approaching was an awakened security guard, holding a baton in one hand and rubbing his bleary eyes with the other, looking at Ling Zhenfei and Zhuo Yue with a puzzled face.

"Brother Feng... what's wrong with you?"

When he took a closer look and realized that it was Fengzi being carried by Ling Zhenfei, he immediately snapped to attention and hurried over.

"You worthless piece of trash, didn't you see that Brother Feng is drunk? We're taking him to the hospital to sober up!" Before the guard could react, Ling Zhenfei cursed at him furiously.

"Drunk? Really... doesn't seem like it."

The guard looked up and saw that Fengzi appeared unconscious rather than drunk and asked with doubt.

"You idiot, are you still half asleep? Open your damn eyes and take a closer look!"

However, before the guard could finish speaking, Ling Zhenfei swiftly channeled a wave of Yuanli into Fengzi's body and yelled furiously at the stunned guard.

The surge of Yuanli flowed through Fengzi's meridians, causing his face to turn bright red as if he were indeed heavily intoxicated.

"Ah!"

The guard rubbed his eyes and took another look, finally convinced that Fengzi was indeed drunk.

Just as the dopey guard was about to let them go, something seemed to occur to him, and he asked Ling Zhenfei, "Hey, who are you? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"Uh..."

Ling Zhenfei was taken aback and unsure of what to say, but then he heard Zhuo Yue scolding the naive guard indignantly, "He's a new brother recruited by Brother Feng, and you're just a gatekeeper. What right have you to know? Now get out of the way!"

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yue's scolding was even more effective than Ling Zhenfei's, and the guard was so startled by her berating that he was at a complete loss.

Seeing Zhuo Yue in a waiter's uniform, who could tell her relation to Fengzi? The guard didn't dare to be negligent any longer and shrank back to one side, respectfully watching as Ling Zhenfei and Zhuo Yue took Fengzi outside.

"Heh heh, Miss Zhuo, who would have thought? When you assert yourself, you really do have quite a presence!"

Having carried Fengzi out of the nightclub, Ling Zhenfei didn't forget to turn around and tease Zhuo Yue along the way.

"Stop it, Ling Zhenfei. Don't make fun of me. I was really nervous just now; it was nothing but a spur-of-the-moment idea!"

Zhuo Yue gave him a glare and, seeing Ling Zhenfei continuing on ahead, couldn't help but ask with confusion, "Where are we going?"

"The police are meeting us over there, we'll go there first and then talk!"

Ling Zhenfei gestured with his mouth towards the location where Han Lian had parked her car on the opposite side of the street and, without further ado, quickly crossed the road.

"How is it? Who is he?"

Han Lian was sitting in the driver's seat, anxiously waiting. As soon as she saw Ling Zhenfei, she immediately asked.

"Her name is Zhuo Yue. She's supposedly an undercover journalist. As for whether she's competent, I don't know." Ling Zhenfei tossed Fengzi into the car.

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