Chapter 003: The Rookie Policewoman

Chapter 003: Rookie Policewoman

Inside the interrogation room of Kun City Police Station.

Chu Fei was rubbing his temples, staring at the fiery-tempered girl—no, policewoman—who was glaring at him with undisguised hostility. She’d washed off the heavy makeup from before, but her clothes remained as provocative and stylish as ever. Driven by instinct, his gaze drifted for a moment to her generously developed chest—honestly, it was almost too much…

Bang!

Suddenly, the policewoman slammed her pistol down on the table, leaned forward, and barked at Chu Fei, “Are you going to tell the truth or not? How are you so skilled? Who exactly are you?”

Chu Fei winced internally and gestured to the folder in front of the girl. “Didn’t you just check my file? I served two years in the military, so it’s normal for me to be a bit capable. All our country’s soldiers are heroes.”

“Nonsense!” she snapped, her anger flaring as she glared at him. “Do you think I’m stupid? You were just a performer in the army! What kind of performing soldier can kick a man ten meters through the air? Show me one if you can!”

“Aren’t I one?” Chu Fei replied, pointing at his own nose, feeling this policewoman might not be the sharpest tool in the shed.

“I—” she almost choked.

Chu Fei watched her chest rise with agitation, a bit concerned that her outrage might cause her lacy little bra to snap. Among the four girls from earlier, she was the most beautiful and also the most well-endowed, yet she chose to dress so provocatively. He really worried she’d burst her seams in a fit of temper.

“What are you staring at? One more look and I’ll gouge out your eyes,” she snapped, catching his wandering gaze. Her almond-shaped eyes flashed with warning.

Quickly averting his eyes, Chu Fei looked up. “Officer, um, little sister…”

“Who are you calling your sister?” she cut him off at once.

“Uh, Officer… elder sister…” Chu Fei changed his address, but she interrupted again, “Don’t try to cozy up to me. I’m famous for being impartial—your tricks won’t work on me.”

Chu Fei could only sweat inwardly. He hadn’t even said anything—how could she read his mind? Still, this girl was certainly something else. At the bar it was one thing, but to keep calling herself “old lady” here—was this really how a police officer should behave?

Involuntarily, his gaze flicked again to the two impressive snow-pears on her chest, and he couldn’t help but recall an ancient saying: the bigger they are…

To his surprise, this time the policewoman didn’t get angry at being stared at. Instead, her eyes shifted, and she forced a smile onto her lips. It was a little strained, but it was a smile—almost sweet.

Yet, that smile sent a chill down Chu Fei’s spine. He almost preferred her menacing glare to this unsettling friendliness.

“Your name is Chu Fei, isn’t it?” The policewoman suddenly leaned across the table, smiling as she asked.

“Uh, what are you trying to do?” Chu Fei instinctively leaned back, but his eyes couldn’t help but dart to the deep shadow revealed by her posture.

“Nothing,” she replied, not noticing his gaze. “Let’s forget about your background for now. How about a different question?”

“What question?” Chu Fei immediately grew wary.

“What’s your relationship with Qi Hong?” she asked, still smiling, but her eyes fixed intently on his.

“No relationship,” Chu Fei shook his head. “She’s the manager at Dusty Bar, I’m just a customer.”

“You…” she started to frown, but suppressed her anger and forced another smile. “You’re lying. If you two had nothing to do with each other, would you have stood up for her just now?”

“I may just be a performer, but I’m still a soldier. A hero saves the beauty—no, it’s only right to draw one’s sword when seeing injustice. I’ve always been chivalrous by nature,” Chu Fei explained without missing a beat.

“Enough!” The policewoman’s smile vanished as she stood up straight and sneered, “Chu Fei, let me tell you, I’m actually trying to help you. Do you know who Qi Hong really is? Dodging the question won’t do you any good.”

“I honestly don’t know her well,” Chu Fei replied with a wry smile, though inwardly he was puzzled. He’d been brought in for a brawl, but hadn’t been asked a single thing about the fight; instead, the questioning kept circling back to his connection with Qi Hong. Something was off.

“Fine, you won’t cry until you see the coffin, huh? Let me tell you the truth—” The policewoman barely restrained her temper. I saw you flirting with that vixen with my own eyes, she thought, yet you still play dumb? But she stopped herself, striving for a more sincere tone, “Qi Hong isn’t an ordinary woman. She’s Cai Jiu’s lover, do you understand?” She watched closely for his reaction.

But she was disappointed.

Chu Fei’s expression remained calm.

“Who’s Cai Jiu?” he asked, though his mind was racing. No wonder Qi Hong could manage such a large bar—she had heavy backing. Cai Jiu, known as Ninth Master, was one of the five most powerful crime lords in Kun City. He hailed from the northwest grasslands, was ruthless, and by far the most ferocious of the lot.

“You—” the policewoman nearly lost her temper again but managed to contain herself. “Cai Jiu is one of Kun City’s biggest underworld bosses, and Qi Hong is his mistress. Now you know, right?”

She scrutinized Chu Fei’s face, but just felt more frustrated. He remained perfectly calm, not the least bit frightened or nervous as she’d expected. According to her plan, revealing Qi Hong’s identity should have shaken him—at the very least, he should have turned pale. Only then could she proceed with her plan. Now, she was at a loss.

Grinding her teeth in secret, she added, “If Cai Jiu finds out you’re involved with Qi Hong, he’ll either kill you or castrate you. But you don’t need to worry—he’s already on our radar. As long as you cooperate with me, I’ll have him behind bars soon and you’ll have nothing to fear from his revenge. In a way, you could say I’m your benefactor. But dispensing justice is my duty—you don’t have to thank me.”

“I have nothing to do with Qi Hong, so why should I thank you?” Chu Fei replied, finally realizing her misconception—she thought he was one of Cai Jiu’s men.

“You…” The policewoman was about to explode. So all her words had been wasted? She gritted her teeth, suddenly snatched up her pistol, and was about to resort to violence when the interrogation room door swung open and a middle-aged officer entered. Seeing her with the gun, he hurried over and stopped her. “Jiao Jiao, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Captain Zhang, this criminal just assaulted an officer—I need to teach her a lesson!” she insisted, ready to go around the table after Chu Fei.

Chu Fei nearly fell off his chair in disbelief. He’d sat there quietly the whole time—when had he assaulted anyone?

Is this how you frame people these days?

Captain Zhang seemed familiar with her temperament. He quickly took the gun from her and turned to Chu Fei with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Mr. Chu. You’re free to go.”

“What? Let him go?” the policewoman exclaimed, shocked.

“Mr. Chu was just a customer at the bar. You arrested the wrong person,” the captain explained, clearly exasperated with his newly assigned trainee.

“But I saw with my own eyes…”

“No more nonsense. Do you want to go back to the SWAT team or not?” His tone was even, but the effect was immediate—the policewoman fell silent, glaring daggers at Chu Fei as if she’d devour him on the spot.

Chu Fei rose casually from his seat, but instead of leaving, he paused in front of her and smiled. “Officer, let me offer you a suggestion.”

She glared at him, unblinking.

Undeterred, Chu Fei went on, “With your assets, you don’t need to resort to coercion—just use your charm and things would go much smoother. If you’d revealed a little more earlier, I might have surrendered on the spot…” He let his eyes drift once more to her over-the-top curves.

“Bastard! I’ll kill you—” She was stunned for a moment before realizing his meaning, her face flushing with fury as she lunged at him. Captain Zhang quickly grabbed her, murmuring “SWAT team, SWAT team” like a mantra to calm her down.

Chu Fei, meanwhile, had already sauntered out.

But once outside the station, Chu Fei didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he glanced back at the police station, frowning. On his way out, he’d noticed Qi Hong being interrogated in the next room. Remembering the four policewomen at the bar, as well as the pointed questions during his own interrogation, everything clicked into place. He and Qi Hong hadn’t been brought in for the brawl at all—it was all related to Cai Jiu.

He pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between his lips, and dialed a number—not a Kun City line, but one from Donghai City.

After a few rings, the call was answered by a cold, clear female voice. “Hello, this is Fu Ziqing.”

“It’s Chu Fei,” he said quietly.

There was a pause on the other end.

“I need your help to get someone out. She’s at the Kun City Police Station—her name is Qi Hong,” Chu Fei said.

“All right,” came the crisp reply. The woman didn’t even ask who the person was or what crime she’d committed.