Wang Zikai still hadn't caught on, blinking in confusion. "What kind of chip are you talking about?"
"The one you use to train your Kirin arm..." Gao Yang’s expression was awkward.
"Oh!" Wang Zikai slapped his thigh, face brimming with excitement. "Why would I have something like that? Me, Wang Zikai, short on women? Impossible!"
Gao Yang, not in the mood to entertain his theatrics, rolled his eyes. "Hurry up, I need to take care of serious business!"
Wang Zikai glanced at Pang Jun, still bound behind him, and pulled Gao Yang out of the garage, into the living room.
“Don’t talk about stuff like this in front of outsiders! Don’t I need to save face?” Wang Zikai muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Tell me, which instructor do you want?”
“It doesn’t matter, anyone will do,” Gao Yang replied.
"Got it, just wait a minute." Wang Zikai ran off.
Gao Yang sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and allowed his thoughts to settle.
After weighing his options, he decided to call Officer Huang. This area was still under Officer Huang’s jurisdiction. By coming up with a story like "a break-in attempt," he could easily get him to come over.
Just then, Wang Zikai came back with a laptop, sitting down on the sofa with exaggerated seriousness. He glanced at Gao Yang beside him, a bit bashful. “Shall we begin?”
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“Begin what?” Gao Yang was puzzled.
“Watching the films, of course!” Wang Zikai exclaimed.
Gao Yang rubbed his forehead. “You’ve misunderstood, they’re not for me to watch.”
…
Three minutes later, Gao Yang and Wang Zikai were back in the garage.
Pang Jun wailed, "Brother Yang! Brother Kai! I swear it wasn’t me earlier, I didn’t want to hurt you… My hand wouldn’t obey! Please don’t kill me! I swear I’m not a beast! I don’t want to die…”
“Pang Jun, don’t be scared, we’re not going to kill you,” Gao Yang reassured him.
“If we wanted you dead, you'd already be dead!” Wang Zikai smirked smugly.
"Yeah, true..." Pang Jun seemed to calm down a little.
"Pang Jun, do you prefer men or women?" Gao Yang asked.
“What?” Pang Jun thought he had misheard.
“Do you like men or women?” Gao Yang repeated.
“Women, of course… Why, what’s going on?” Pang Jun was bewildered, why was he suddenly being asked this?
“Good,” Gao Yang opened the laptop and clicked on a random video. He looked at Wang Zikai, “Now, take off his pants.”
Wang Zikai froze. "Huh?"
"Just do as I say!" Gao Yang didn’t bother explaining.
Wang Zikai pulled off Pang Jun’s jeans, revealing a pair of Pikachu-themed yellow underwear, his bloated thighs, and a thick covering of leg hair.
Gao Yang turned the laptop screen toward Pang Jun. “Relax, just watch carefully.”
"Oh... okay..." Pang Jun, initially tense, gradually settled into focus as he watched.
Throughout the process, Wang Zikai’s expression shifted from stoic to an amused smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
Sensing Wang Zikai’s mocking gaze, Pang Jun’s masculine pride was wounded, and despite his fear, he blurted out in indignation, “I’m not at my best today! It’s usually not like this!”
“Oh, really—” Wang Zikai drew out the last syllable with a sarcastic sneer.
“Bang.” Just then, the door to the garage opened, and Officer Huang stood there, dumbfounded.
What a sight.
Pang Jun, tied up tightly, pants around his ankles.
Gao Yang, holding a laptop, playing a very inappropriate movie—on speaker, no less—its suggestive sounds echoing through the air, while Wang Zikai stood to the side, arms folded, watching like a spectator.