"I just ran into Zou Gang, who claimed he was carrying his drunk assistant, but in the lounge, I found Luo Yuwei’s phone dropped on the floor, and the whole room reeked of alcohol."
Sure enough, Zou Gang had gotten Luo Yuwei drunk, intending to take advantage of her.
"Aren’t you afraid of another blunder this time?"
Jiang Wanze: "No fear, I trust your judgment."
"Good, hold tight then."
Ye Xian hit the gas and followed Zou Gang’s car.
Jiang Wanze hadn’t expected him to drive so fast, and he grabbed the safety handle above him.
The night was hazy, city neon flickered, and the trees along the road shot past like meteors from both sides of the car window. Watching through the rearview mirror, he saw the young man’s beautiful brows and determined eyes, and for a moment his heartbeat sped up with the car.
Zou Gang, in a hurry, drove fast and finally stopped in front of a star-rated hotel.
Ye Xian and Jiang Wanze got out of the car, lowered their hats, and entered the hotel.
Receptionist: "Hello, are you gentlemen checking in?"
"Hmm, we’re with the two who just arrived. Just open a room next to theirs."
"Certainly, please wait a moment."
Zou Gang, supporting a staggering Luo Yuwei, entered the room, and as soon as the door was shut, he couldn’t restrain himself and threw Luo Yuwei onto the large bed.
Luo Yuwei had been groggy all the way, and when jolted, she somewhat regained consciousness. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked around—was this... a hotel?
There seemed to be a man in front of her, undressing—isn’t that... isn’t that her mentor, Zou Gang?
An instinctive self-defense mechanism sobered Luo Yuwei up abruptly, and she looked at Zou Gang in horror—the man wearing only his underwear, "Mas—Master, what are you doing? Didn’t you say you were going to teach me acting? Why bring me here?"
Zou Gang smiled at her. The facade of kindness and affability he had put on before was now completely torn off, leaving nothing but a naked, ferocious grin, "Yeah, whatever you want to learn, the master will teach you. But there’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world, Yuwei. If you want the master to teach you, you’ve got to give something in return, right?"
With that, he pounced on her.
Luo Yuwei screamed in terror, desperately slapping at the man on top of her, but Zou Gang, a martial arts stuntman in his early years and physically strong, was hardly affected by her feeble resistance—it was as if she was just tickling him.
Soon, Luo Yuwei’s clothes were torn to tatters.
Luo Yuwei cried and pleaded for mercy, but the hotel’s soundproofing was too good—no one could hear her.
Just as Zou Gang was about to have his way, a phone call came through.
Who is it? Such a buzzkill at this critical moment!
Zou Gang answered, but the call was relentlessly dialed in again.
Luo Yuwei took the opportunity to crawl out from under him, her whole being in disarray, tears streaming down as she hugged her trembling body.
Zou Gang answered the phone impatiently, only to hear a cold, mechanical voice processed through the speaker, "Zou Gang, all your dirt is now in my hands. If you don’t want it publicized so soon, stay away from Luo Yuwei."
Zou Gang, hearing Luo Yuwei’s name, was stunned—how did they know?
Just as he was about to hang up, a folder was sent to his phone. He opened it and found numerous pictures and voice recordings of him molesting female celebrities on set and at events, as well as photos of him in hotels with small stars and Influencers.
It hit him like a bomb and he went limp on the spot.