Chapter 102: I'm Spider-Man**
Wu Yifan was frantic to rescue Han Shishi, but Oriental Coast wasn't just any club. Rumor had it there were over a hundred thugs on guard, plus countless surveillance cameras. He couldn't rush in blindly. To avoid alerting the guards, he parked the police car 200–300 meters away, then got out with Fu Junyao.
"How *are* you gonna find the cop colluding with Qian Baoqing?" Fu Junyao eyed him skeptically, still unsure of his plan.
Wu Yifan smirked mysteriously. "A secret—can't tell you."
Fu Junyao snorted. "You've got no plan. Just showing off. Nice try tricking me, but it won't work."
Wu Yifan sighed. "Officer Fu, what do I gain by lying to you?"
"Who knows? You're a schemer. You even tricked Wenwen jie. Everyone else is easy pickings." Her feelings for Wu Yifan were a mess. They'd hugged, kissed, even rubbed against each other… but they weren't friends, let alone lovers. All she knew was she couldn't resist needling him.
"Do I look like a con artist?" Wu Yifan raised an eyebrow, feigning offense.
"Not 'like'—you *are* one." She rolled her eyes.
Bickering, they ducked into a nearby clothing store to change into不起眼 outfits, then hid behind a wall 10 meters from Oriental Coast, where they could see everything.
It was still noon—too early for clubs to open. Only two guards lingered at the door, yawning and scanning the street.
"How do we get in?" Fu Junyao grinned, eager to see him squirm.
Wu Yifan's eyes lit up. He leaned close, whispering in her ear.
His breath tickled her neck, making her heart race. Her cheeks flushed, a mix of fluster, irritation… and something softer. She'd barely registered his words.
"Did you hear me?" Wu Yifan frowned, noticing her daze.
"Huh? What?" She'd been too distracted.
He sighed, repeating, "Call your officers. Tell them you got a tip—Oriental Coast is forcing girls into prostitution. Order them to prep for a raid at 7 p.m. Catch them red-handed."
"Will that work?" She doubted it.
"Wait and see. If there's a mole, this'll flush them out. The call'll panic Oriental Coast—chaos is our chance to sneak in and save the girl." He sounded confident.
It made sense, she had to admit. To catch a rat, you stirred the water. She nodded, pulling out her phone to relay the order.
They waited 10 minutes. Then a man in his 30s—black jacket, collar up to hide his face—hurried to Oriental Coast. He whispered to the guards; one paled and rushed inside.
"Who is that? He looks familiar, but I can't place him." Fu Junyao squinted, confused.
"That's your mole." Wu Yifan smiled. "He wasted no time tipping them off. If that's not guilt, I don't know what is. I just did you a huge favor—how're you gonna thank me?"
"Dream on. I'll just overlook your stunts today." She shot him a look, then refocused on the man.
Wu Yifan didn't recognize him, so he turned to Fu Junyao—only to freeze. She was bent over, her short skirt riding up, revealing pink panties. Her curves were stunning, enough to make any man lose his mind.
Honestly, besides her temper, Fu Junyao had the best body he'd ever seen—tall, with a perky chest and round ass. Ye Xiwen was beautiful but shorter; Han Shishi was lovely but less curvy. Mu Xiaoyao, Tang Bao'er, Liu Wei—none compared.
"Ah! It's him! How could he…?" Fu Junyao gasped, finally placing the man. She gaped, then turned to Wu Yifan. "Did you plan this? He can't be—wait, what are you looking at?" She caught him staring, saliva practically dripping.
"N-nothing! Keep going!" Wu Yifan wiped his mouth, panicking.
"Nothing? With that dirty look? Liar!" She followed his gaze, then froze. Her face burned. She tugged her skirt down, snarling, "Pervert! You peeked at my… my… gross!" Normally bold, she was still a virgin—embarrassment and rage warred inside her.
"Officer Fu, I didn't—"
"Admitting it now?" Her cheeks flushed brighter, cute despite her glare. "I'll kill you!"
Wu Yifan smacked himself. "Just a slip of the tongue!"
"I'm not done with you." She seethed but knew now wasn't the time. "How do we get in?"
He scanned the walls—small windows, meant for guests to enjoy the view. Even the lowest was 4 meters up, impossible for most. But not him. He grabbed her hand, sprinting to the left side of the building.
"Slow down! I—" She'd normally kick any man who grabbed her, but with Wu Yifan… she was used to his audacity. A handhold? Nothing compared to kisses or peeks.
"In here." He nodded at a window above.
"You…!" Fu Junyao wanted to scream. "I'm a cop, not a thief! And I'm not Spider-Man—I can't climb that!"
"I am." Wu Yifan grinned, evil.
"You? Don't be ridiculous. It's 4 meters! Impossible."
Before, he'd have agreed. But after unlocking jumping ability with his enhancement points? Easy. "You're not Spider-Man. I am."