Unfortunately, Owens didn't end up staying in the police station for long. His father was indeed a man with a lot of eyes and hands – a U.S. senator. A group of well-dressed barristers bailed him out with lightning speed, and it took less than an hour.

Because that's the Thai justice system, talking with money, and then the bad guys slap their butts and leave. Especially when the bad guys are white Americans, they are like elephants in a flock of sheep in Southeast Asia, they can do whatever they want.

Charunwang could only complain about this, but there was nothing he could do.

He walked to the lobby of the police station and happened to meet the "Cherry Bomb" (cherry bomb ~ bomb) coming out of the makeshift cell where the female prisoner was held. Her real name is Mary? McKay is also a frequent visitor to the police station for overnight stays. As far as Chalunwang knows, she has been a streamer on the street ~ Ying for almost two years.

"Yes, Mr. Detective." She greeted Charunwang. After tossing all night, the lipstick on the corners of her mouth had seeped out, and the black eyeliner was smeared. If she washed off the inferior pastels on her face and slept well for another month, she would actually be a pretty girl, Charunwang thought to herself.

"Are you home alone again?" Cherry Bomb asked.

"Every day." Charunwang opened the door for her, and the two walked out of the police station together.

"Won't your left hand go on strike?"

Her words made Charunwang burst into laughter. The two of them stopped, looked up at the sky in unison.

"So, how are you doing, 'Cherry'?" Charunwang had nothing to say.

"I've always been so good." She took out a cigarette and stuffed it into her mouth, lit it, glanced at Charunwang, and said vaguely, "You know, if you don't want to trouble your left hand anymore, you can call me." You're so handsome, I can give it to you for free. But don't tell my dad what I'm saying, or I'll be miserable. ”

She spat out a smoke ring and nonchalantly rubbed her little finger on her left ear. The upper part of her left ear is completely missing.

It's horrible, her skin~ is such a cruel mad dog. Charunwang thought to himself.

The two walked down the concrete steps.

"Have you seen the relief project I told you about?" When the two came to the sidewalk, Charunwang finally couldn't help but ask. He is helping his friends form a rescue team of prostitutes~women, encouraging them to get rid of the exploitation of skin~strips, and even finally get out of the low-level life of selling skins and flesh.

"Oh, yes, of course yes, it's a good thing." Cherry Bomb said perfunctorily, then smiled brightly at him, "See you next time." ”

"Take care of yourself."

Cherry Bomb turned around and patted his right buttocks hard, quipping, "Think about it, you're always welcome here." ”

Laughing and crying, Chalunwang stood there as he watched Cherry Bomb wriggle away with an exaggerated twist until she was out of sight. Chalunwang got into the unmarked patrol car and sped around the city. After walking halfway through the city, he came to Magnum's neighborhood and parked his car in front of Crazy Horse. About 15 minutes later, a woman walked around the corner. She wore light blue skinny jeans and a black half-length T-shirt, revealing her beautiful lower abdomen, and the dazzling light made her blink for a while before she could get used to it. Seeing Charunwang's car, she shook her russet hair and walked briskly. Charunwang rolled down the window, and she leaned straight into the car and kissed him on the mouth.

"We haven't seen each other in a while, do you miss me, Charunwang?" She mumbled as her lips never left.

She was scented with a blend of raw tobacco and German wild liqueur, a scent that lingered on every bartender after the long night.

"Get in the car." Charunwang said simply.

The woman went around the front of the car and allowed herself to slide into the passenger seat. On the way to the river, she kept talking about what was happening in the bar: she was disappointed by the dwindling tips; Running between the bar and the bar and the wine table made her feet hurt to death.

Charunwan drives down the river bridge, a floating bridge that spans the banks of a small river in the city and connects the two urban areas of Pattaya. He drove a little deeper into the bridge, trying to get away from the homeless people who were sleeping in rags under the bridge. There is no need to invite the audience when the two are lingering.

Abby's initiative is truly commendable. Before the car turned off, she had already unbuttoned Charunwang with quick movements, and she was very skillful. When Chalunwang flattened the seat, she couldn't wait to straddle him, bow her head and rub the tip of her nose against his neck. Through the gap between Abby's curly hair, Charonwang gazed out at the river in the distance. Brilliant sunlight shimmers on the surface of the Chao Phraya River.

The sun is really beautiful, he thought to himself.

"Do you love me, darling?" Abby leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Love, of course love you." He replied by staring fixedly into her eyes, his right hand running back through her hair. Such conversations are meaningless, Abby just wants to be loved and doesn't care who the man who gives it is. Only in this way can the relationship between the two remain functional.

And Charunwang's heart, like her eyes, was empty.

Mr. X (the first letter of the last name is customary in the Servant Eater Society) walked through the parking lot towards the Pattaya Thai Martial Arts Academy. The aroma coming from across the street caught his attention. The rich sweetness of flour, sugar and boiling oil creates an enticing aroma in the early morning air. He turned around and saw a man hurrying out of the donut shop, holding two pink and white boxes in one hand and a large travel cup of coffee in the other.

It's a great way to welcome the morning in this way. Mr. X thought to himself.

He crossed the sidewalk, stopped under the red and gold-striped awning in front of the academy, and bent down to pick up a plastic cup that had been discarded on the side of the road. The previous owner of the cup was careful to leave an inch-thick amount of soda at the bottom of the cup so that the rest of the cigarette butt he or she smoked would float peacefully inside and wait for someone else to take it and throw it away. Mr. X tosses the whole cup of dirt in the trash and opens the door to the academy.

With his decisive performance last night, the battle of the Servant Eater Society at this stage has taken a major turn. Lu Qingyang, a member of the Black-tailed Moon Society, and an active member of the Fox Spirit Clan, actually died at his hands. What an honor!

The only regret is that after the explosion, Lu Qingyang's bones were gone, and he couldn't leave a single star for him to hang at home as a souvenir. But this at least proves that the bomb he made performed well and qualified to fulfill the mission. When he got home, he listened to the police radio and waited for the police report to come out. His actions turned out to be flawless as expected, perfectly concealed and perfectly executed.

It's deadly perfect.