Chapter 88: Lewdness
Zhan Su nodded.
He picked up his phone and, as expected, found surveillance views of the area around Shi Qingqing’s home: the old apartment block, the front gate of the Shi residence, the balcony, and a broad overview of the entire neighborhood where the Shi family lived.
Everything was there.
He switched through several feeds, then saw the words at the entrance to the old residential compound: Sunlit Waterfront Estates.
A trace of confusion rose in Zhan Su’s mind. He pulled up the address, IP information, and other details for the account known as the King of Power-Leveling, then compared them.
They were an exact match for Shi Qingqing’s home.
An absurd thought flashed through Zhan Su’s head.
His slender fingers danced over the keyboard with the ease of a pianist’s graceful performance.
Rows upon rows of data leaped across the monitor.
But none of it seemed to be what he wanted.
After a while, Zhan Su stopped typing. “Too bad you shut it down and went to sleep. I’ll check you again tomorrow, little one.”
A faint smile tugged at his lips.
Whether that King of Power-Leveling was the same person as that anonymous nobody, he would know the instant she powered on tomorrow.
That night, Zhan Su strangely had no dreams at all and slept soundly.
***
“What are you doing? Didn’t you say this was a comic studio?”
Lin Jiao’s hair hung disheveled around her face, and her clothes had been stripped until only her bra and shorts remained.
A mature, alluring woman was directing several men to hold her down, keeping her from moving.
Their fingers slid over Lin Jiao’s skin, wandering without restraint.
“Of course it’s a comic studio. Some special clients just love admiring graffiti painted on underage girls. Well, she may be a minor, but her figure and looks are decent enough. Good merchandise. We just happen to have a client asking for that kind of thing today...”
Several of the goons wanted to touch Lin Jiao too, but the alluring woman smacked their hands away.
“Get lost. Good merchandise is for making money. Don’t go pawing at it. Once she’s sold the first time, you can touch her however you like. For now, we can’t have her smelling of men or she won’t fetch a good price.”
“Yes, Sister Yin,” one of the goons said in a lewd voice.
Hearing such filthy talk, Lin Jiao cried in terror, “You... you’re that kind of people? My parents will come looking for me...”
“You’ve been expelled from school, and your parents are just ordinary workers. Where do you expect them to find you? You were the one who wanted to join our studio. No one forced you here! Behave yourself and listen to me. Stick with Sister Yin from now on, and I won’t let you suffer. The money will roll in by the fistful.”
“No! Help! Somebody help me!”
“Don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Start painting her.”
Lin Jiao struggled violently, trembling with fear from head to toe. “What are you going to do? Please, let me go. I want to go home. I want to go home...”
With a rip, the last scrap of cloth on her body was torn away.
Men took colored markers and drew all over her chest, her neck, her thighs, her back, her buttocks—every inch of her body—smearing it with some kind of grotesque paint.
The paint gave off an overpowering fragrance, and even she felt unnervingly strange from smelling it.
After the painting was finished, Lin Jiao was stuffed into a dark, heavy box, and she lost consciousness completely.
***
Shi Qingqing slept through most of the morning and was later awakened by the sound of a notification from her phone.
When she looked, every alert was saying that the Starry Kindergarten group was sending red packets...
Still half-asleep, Shi Qingqing felt as though she had missed out on a fortune. Instantly wide awake, she hurried to snatch them up.
So today was Teachers’ Day!
Damn it, Shi Qingqing had actually forgotten such an important day!