I and the skinny guy both saw fear and shock on each other's faces.

I said, "Brother, you don't have to mess with me like this. Didn't we agree to discuss it?"

The skinny guy's face turned pale. "Who the fuck is messing with you, Second Brother? Go and see what's going on."

The big man who opened the door a crack earlier was about to go out with a pack of cigarettes, but he was pushed back by someone outside.

Three people in police uniforms came in from outside the door.

I had heard my little brother talk about a raid before, and this scene was similar. Without saying a word, they made us face the wall and squat one by one, focusing their questioning on the skinny guy.

The skinny guy kept saying there was something to discuss and explained that the few of us were just gathering to play cards. He asked if they had mistaken us.

Then a man's voice rang out, "Old Dog, we've been keeping an eye on you for a long time. What do you think you're doing without us knowing?"

Another person was pushed in, and I glanced at him. It was the middle-aged man who brought me here.

He had a mournful face and squatted down against the wall.

I could see that he was furious, and if it weren't for the presence of the police, I would have rushed up and attacked him.

When the skinny guy heard someone call out his nickname and saw the middle-aged man, his arrogance suddenly wilted, but after a few seconds, his expression suddenly changed again.

"Who is this person? I don't know him."

After saying that, he kicked the man and half-bent down, saying, "Who are you? Do you know me?"

The middle-aged man looked up at him, his mouth opened for a while, his expression changed and changed again, and finally, he lowered his head and said, "I don't know."

A policeman immediately lifted the middle-aged man, but no matter how he asked, the middle-aged man remained silent.

The skinny guy's voice suddenly became rough. "I'm telling you, police brother, you need to have evidence when you handle things. Look at us here, everyone is dressed neatly. It's not illegal to gather for a meeting, right?"

He turned his head and surveyed the room. "You say I'm breaking the law. Is there surveillance in this room?"

At this moment, my heart was pounding.

I had thought about speaking up and accusing the police, but when I was squatting just now, someone had warned me in my ear that if I spoke out, not only would they not let me go, but if the police investigated, I would be implicated as well. Instead, if we all stuck together and waited for the situation to pass, we could go our separate ways, and my matter would be considered settled.

So I thought it over and realized that it wasn't worth it to cause trouble for myself just to vent my anger.

I didn't know how buying sexual services was judged here. If I were caught and sent in, would I be kicked out of Perfect City?

If I were sent back for a new trial, wouldn't all the hardships I've endured these days be in vain?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the police indeed approached me.

"So tell me, what's going on? What were they doing with you?"

I felt like a shining light bulb, with the gaze of the whole room focused on me, but I could only stand up with a stiff neck.

But as soon as I turned my head and took a glance, I froze.

Fuck, is today really such a coincidence? Even a movie wouldn't dare to film it like this.