Zhang Hui personally used the key to open the door.
Of course, Qin Yong had also prepared a second plan just in case. If the person inside had locked the door, rendering the key useless, they were ready to force the door open. But it seemed unnecessary now.
The arrest went much smoother than expected.
Zhao Zhijun was caught sleeping stark naked on the bed.
"Who... who are you?"
Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, Zhao Zhijun was almost scared out of his wits.
The woman lying next to him was already scared out of hers.
"Ah!"
The shrill scream was deafening, a voice that could have been better used singing.
"Police!"
"Name!"
The moment she heard "police," the woman beside him went limp.
Zhao Zhijun's tense body also collapsed.
Police...
If you'd said you were police earlier, I was so scared I nearly...!
"Zhao Zhijun."
Zhao Zhijun answered and then asked, "Officer, I'm in my own home. Since when did you start busting this hard for prostitution?"
