Rebecca didn't know how long she'd lasted, nor did she know if her cousin had been raped after she'd passed out. When she woke up the next day, she was limp, but in high spirits. This contrast struck her as a bit strange.
When she went to the bathroom to urinate, Rebecca noticed something was amiss: a slight swelling and pain, though not very noticeable. It seemed like she'd been fucked so many times that it had caused some damage.
Soon after, Emma also walked into the bathroom naked. As she washed, she fingered her vagina, trying to clean out any remaining debris.
"Emma, what do you think?" Rebecca asked, somewhat puzzled, while applying body lotion.
"You could give it a try. He's not bad. I don't think he's lying, and it would be even better for you. Isn't a financial sponsor more important to an actress?" Emma asked, tilting her head.
"That's right. I don't want to sleep with other men," Rebecca said as she washed her hair. If she'd been more promiscuous, she'd have been a hit long ago, and wouldn't be trapped here.
Even then, Zhao An was still working on other things. He'd started editing the demo, saving the clips he'd created on his computer to incorporate into the film. The edit would become a complete film.
He checked the time. Yesterday, the prosecutor who caused trouble had been jailed.
Today, protests broke out at Xitu Games. Employee benefits were being withheld. There was also a sexual assault scandal. This was unbearable.
Ollard was in a state of panic. Many companies had terminated their ties with him. He was facing legal action and lawsuits against all outsourced projects because the content he posted yesterday had infringed on the interests of other companies.
He found a computer and tried to call. "Zhao An?"
"What's going on?" Zhao An was sitting in his office, eyeing his next target. After confirming this, he went downstairs and drove towards the suburbs.
"Stop it. I know you're powerful. But I'm not someone to be trifled with. You earn your keep, I earn mine." Olyard said in a serious tone, suppressing his anger.
"Apologize, apologize to me now. Shout 'you pig' three times, and I'll forgive you. Who do you think you are? You're trying to play tricks on me. You've probably never seen my wrath, have you?" Zhao An said as he drove. His tone was calm, without even a ripple of anger, a calmness so eerie it was terrifying.
Ollard began to feel apprehensive. He didn't know why this was happening. Even if the other party showed a little anger, a little rage, he wouldn't care. It was acceptable. At least it proved that he could hurt the other party, and there was some room for retaliation. But Zhao An's calmness and composure made him feel a little frustrated. The other party's indifference showed that he didn't take him seriously at all, not even on an equal footing. The confrontation was not on the same level.
"I'm a pig! I'm a pig! I'm a pig! I'm sorry! Are you satisfied now?" Oriard roared through gritted teeth.
"You apologize like that? Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you, I never had anything to do with you this whole time. You're not worth my trouble, idiot." Zhao An said, then hung up the phone, a cold smile on his lips.
Oriard, still dazed in his office, was still a little confused. Soon, a prosecutor walked in, holding a white paper covered in English and said to him, "Osiard, you are suspected of illegal smuggling, gun trafficking, and drug trafficking. You are under arrest according to the law. You can hire a lawyer. Please come with us now."
Oriard's expression was completely stunned. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Zhao An, you beast!"
In reality, it had nothing to do with Zhao An. It was just that Oriard had offended too many people. Wouldn't exposing this on Twitter lead to retaliation? They didn't care who did it. Since the leaker was Oriard, let him pay the price first.
Zhao An arrived at a company in the suburbs, located on a main road, surrounded by deserted wasteland. Setting up a company here wasn't a wise choice; it wasn't a good place to work.
The company building wasn't tall, only eight stories, and beneath it stood two security guards armed with submachine guns. This was a world-renowned security company, accepting any commission, including security assignments, even trips to the Caribbean. With the money in hand, everything was easy.
Zhao An seemed quite familiar with the place. He arrived at the front desk and said to the receptionist, dressed in special forces uniform, "Sunset Glory."
"Wait a moment, I'll call to confirm." The receptionist nodded in understanding. This was a unique handover code, and every person who made an appointment had a corresponding code.
After a brief delay, the receptionist made an inviting gesture, "Go straight into the elevator. It will automatically take you to the corresponding floor."
Zhao An nodded and entered the elevator. There were no buttons; everything was automatically controlled, meaning he couldn't decide where to go.
He reached the top floor, the management office. Following the instructions, he went to the president's office, where a one-eyed white man with several facial scars was located. Unlike other offices, this one only had a desk, and the rest was boxing equipment.
"Are you Zhao An? You look young," the one-eyed white man said in a hoarse voice, as if he had injured his throat.
Zhao An walked over to the hanging sandbag and punched it with such force that the sofa flew away. The chains hanging above were broken by the immense force, and the sandbag exploded in the air, scattering sand all over the floor.
The punch made the one-eyed white man's eyes flicker slightly, as if he was reassessing his opponent's strength.
"Yes, I'm here to buy people. I can provide you with some drones, which are simple and convenient. But you need bodyguards, bodyguards on a buyout basis. When you are not sure about something, you can ask me for help, and I will help you depending on the situation." Zhao An pulled out a simple stool, sat on it with a majestic posture, and spoke in a steady tone.