Zhang Fan's gaze fell on Wen Xi again. Her simple yet tasteful black suit was well-tailored, perfectly outlining her graceful figure without being overly flamboyant.
The skirt suit is just knee-length, revealing a section of slender, fair calves, and paired with a pair of simple black high heels, making her look both elegant and capable.
The neckline of the top is slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones. It has no excessive decorations, yet it possesses an indescribable charm.
Her long hair was casually tied up, with a few stray strands falling gently beside her cheeks, adding to her gentle aura.
Compared to women who dress boldly and wear glamorous makeup, Wenxi's attire is undoubtedly more conservative, yet she possesses an irresistible charm.
She is like a quietly blooming lily, not vying for beauty with other flowers, but possessing her own unique elegance and refinement.
Zhang Fan couldn't help but admire Wen Xi in his heart. She was indeed a woman of great taste. Her beauty lay not in her outward glamour, but in the elegance and nobility that emanated from within.
However, what surprised Zhang Fan was that Wen Xi, a woman who was always cautious and disliked being exposed, would choose to meet him in this brightly lit, decadent bar today.
You should know that this is a place full of temptations and dangers. If you are not careful, you may fall into a situation of no return.
What surprised Zhang Fan even more was that Wen Xi didn't seem worried that he would do anything rude to her here.
There was no fear or unease in her eyes, but rather a strange determination and expectation.
A sense of curiosity and doubt welled up in Zhang Fan's heart; Wen Xi's behavior today was really quite unusual.
Was it because she had something important to discuss with him, which is why she chose such a special setting? Or was she fully prepared and able to handle whatever happened?
Just then, Wen Xi got up and walked to the side, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, skillfully opened the bottle cap, then picked up two wine glasses, walked to Zhang Fan, and elegantly poured him a glass.
The red wine shimmered enticingly under the light, seemingly possessing a magical allure that made one want to taste it.
Wen Xi handed the wine glass to Zhang Fan, looking directly into his eyes, her tone carrying a hint of seriousness: "My best friend wants to mess with Young Master Du, do you have any good ideas?"
Zhang Fan took the wine glass, took a small sip, and savored the richness and sweetness of the wine on his tongue.
Looking up at Wenxi, I saw that her eyes were filled with expectation and anxiety.
Zhang Fan understood that Wen Xi's words about "moving Young Master Du" were not just a simple joke or playful banter, but had a deeper meaning.
Young Master Du is a well-known playboy in this city. Relying on his family's background and influence, he has considerable influence in both the business and political circles.
However, he is also a notoriously difficult character, and the consequences of offending him are unimaginable.
Zhang Fan frowned. He hadn't expected Wen Xi's best friend to want to deal with such a troublesome person.
"Wenxi, you should know that Young Master Du is not someone to be trifled with."
Wen Xi sighed softly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "Of course I know. But, my best friend..."
Looking into Wen Xi's pleading and expectant eyes, Zhang Fan, as a friend, couldn't just stand by and do nothing.
However, it is also clear that this matter is not easy to resolve.
Young Master Du wields immense power; to deal with him, a meticulous plan and a strong backing are essential.
So many people wanted to harm Young Master Du, but why did none of them succeed? It's because they had the confidence to back them up.
What gives them their confidence? The Du family's confidence.
Wenxi's best friend doesn't have a very strong background; she's just a prosecutor.
The fact that the Du family hasn't fallen speaks volumes, doesn't it?
That prosecutor thought he was so powerful that he wanted to mess with anyone. I don't know who gave him the guts.
Just as Zhang Fan was about to speak and continue discussing countermeasures with Wen Xi, his gaze inadvertently swept across the crack of a half-open private room door on the other side of the bar. The scene vaguely visible there startled him—Liu Wanqing, that bitch, was actually sitting in the private room with Young Master Du, surrounded by several young men and women. They were either raising their glasses in celebration or talking and laughing loudly, creating a lively and unrestrained atmosphere.
Zhang Fan was shocked. He hadn't expected Liu Wanqing to have such an interaction with Young Master Du. Just as he was about to observe further, Liu Wanqing and her group suddenly got up and left the private room, chatting and laughing.
The private room fell silent, leaving only a few of Young Master Du's followers. They stood or sat, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and tension, as if waiting for something important to happen.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Just then, the door to the private room was gently pushed open again, and a tall, cold-faced man in black walked in silently.
He carried a bulging snakeskin bag on his back, walked steadily, and his eyes revealed an undeniable coldness and determination.
The man in black gently placed the snakeskin bag on the table, and his henchmen around him cast curious and awe-inspiring glances his way.
As the man in black slowly unzipped the snakeskin bag, a shocking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes—the bag contained a person! The person was curled up, with disheveled hair and a pale face, clearly unconscious.
Zhang Fan's pupils contracted sharply; he could hardly believe his eyes.
Because when he saw the person's face clearly, he realized that it was Wenxi's best friend, Zhao Qing, who worked at the procuratorate! Zhao Qing always wore a neat business suit, with a firm gaze and elegant demeanor, and was a role model in everyone's eyes.
However, at this moment, she lay helplessly in the snakeskin bag like a captured prey, covered in wounds and unconscious, completely different from her usual self.
Young Master Du slowly walked to Zhao Qing's side, a wicked smile almost maniacal on his face, as if admiring his masterpiece.
He pulled a packet of powder from his pocket. The powder shimmered eerily in the sunlight, clearly not something good.
Young Master Du grabbed Zhao Qing's chin with one hand, forcing her mouth open, and then stuffed the packet of powder into her mouth without hesitation.
Zhao Qing's body trembled slightly under the stimulation of the drug, but she still couldn't wake up and could only helplessly endure it all.
After doing all this, Young Master Du laughed heartily, his voice filled with smugness and arrogance.
His henchmen echoed his laughter, which sounded particularly jarring in the private room.
They all seemed to be waiting for the moment Zhao Qing would wake up, anticipating seeing the look of terror and despair on her face when she awoke, as if that would be their greatest pleasure tonight.
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