She’s Latched on to Me

The New York Sacred Heart Society, the most high-end private club in the United States.

This was a congregation of private clubs with a history of over 150 years. It had started as a congregation where several desolate Southern slaves found warmth. As time passed, it gradually evolved into a place where the upper crust of the United States socialized with one another.

If one wanted to join the Society, there was a sole factor that was taken into account: one's impact on the United States. The non-prominent citizens, please stay away from this place. Celebrities who were not on the level of international stardom, please stay away as well. New money that rose up out of the blue, please stay away. The Sacred Heart Society only took in the cream of the crop, legitimate members of the upper class in society.

In the same vein, if one was no longer a member of the upper class, the club would no longer provide services for them.

Zhou Qingfeng had only been able to enter this century-old building because of Leila Fox's identity. When Leila Fox was ousted from her position as the leader of the conglomerate, it created a difficult situation for the two of them.

"Listen, we're in a tight spot right now. Mr Patrick from the club won't shoo us out, but he's unable to stop the police from arresting us. Don't be too discouraged, though. I have a huge amount of savings, enough for us to escape overseas. What we have to do now is leave immediately."

The silver-haired Mr Patrick's apologetic expression proved that there was something to Leila Fox's own antsiness. He bowed, full of apology, and said, "Mr Hugo, I cannot stop the State's investigation of Miss Leila Fox nor… your arrest."

In the spacious and brightly-lit grand suite, Zhou Qingfeng was stuffing his two rifles into his weapons backpack. He only had a USP45 pistol and three magazines with him. Since the massive advancement of his physical faculties, his control over large-caliber pistols like that one had also improved quickly. At least he no longer found them big and cumbersome.

"Your anxiousness is inelegant." Zhou Qingfeng looked sharp and striking after he changed into urban camouflage wear. He shouldered the weapons backpack and said, chuckling involuntarily, "Now that you've lost control over the conglomerate, what are you gonna do now?"

Leila Fox laughed despite herself. "Yes, the me who's lost my power does really look inelegant. But I won't stop here."

"I've already tasked a solicitor with filing a lawsuit, and Mr Patrick has acquired a private plane for me that will take me to a country in the Carribean sea for a vacation. I'm short of security, though, so I hope that you can…"

"I won't follow you to the Carribean." Zhou Qingfeng rejected Leila's request without hesitation. "I want to get my hands on that robot dog first."

"Why are you still adamant on that?" Leila Fox had been confident that she could persuade Zhou Qingfeng—there were few people left that she trusted. Now, however, she could not understand Zhou Qingfeng's motives.

"Do you know that the NYPD has sworn to arrest you? Not only because you've humiliated them, but also because you shot their commissioner dead in view of the public.

"In front of every reporter in New York, or even the whole world, and also in front of up to 100 New York policemen, you killed Commissioner Bratton from the NYPD with one shot. There were cameras on the scene that captured you committing the crime. There's no way you can get out of it.

"Do you want me to put on the news and let you see the level of uproar you have caused with your crime? Now people are comparing the death of Commissioner Bratton with the assassination of President Kennedy. The entirety of New York is condemning you, and people all over the world are stunned by your lunacy."

'Tch… Commissioner Bratton brought it upon himself! If he didn't run away, I wouldn't have had to shoot him. A few hours later, the people in New York and worldwide will no longer have the energy to come after me; they'll have to worry about their own survival.'

Zhou Qingfeng complained in his mind. He was still not moved by Leila's words. He lost the chance to gain control over the club through Leila due to her fall to poverty from the upper circles. 

"Yeah, yeah. I know that the police's coming. I know that they hate me to the bone. That's why I must leave now." Zhou QIngfeng shook hands lightly with a still frozen Leila. "It was nice to know you, the beautiful and elegant Miss Fox. Let's bide each other goodbye here. I wish you good luck!"

Zhou Qingfeng turned and left without hesitation while Leila Fox stood on the spot, astounded. When he was almost out of the door, the woman suddenly shouted, "Are you sure you don't want to go to the Carribean with me? I can pay you 10 million dollars."

"I'm not going."

"Okay, fine. It seems like you don't really care about money. There must be a reason why you're being like this. I'm following you."

What? Say that one more time!

Leila Fox jogged a few steps and stopped in front of Zhou Qingfeng. She was as anxious as a lost child who found her father.

Standing aside, Mr Patrick found this situation completely unbelievable. The silver-haired man had to remind her again, "Miss Fox, you don't have much time left. The police will appear anytime. If you don't leave now, it'll be hard to in the future."

Leila Fox stared into Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, saying resolutely, "I know what I decided on before, but I trust my gut more. Victor Hugo's an intelligent man. He won't put himself in danger."

'I hate women that are too clever!'

Zhou Qingfeng pursed his lips. He asked, "Why are you so sure that I'll take you with me? I'm a murder suspect. You've seen me murder the Commissioner of the NYPD so nonchalantly. I might have a fetish for roughing up beautiful women."

"Yeah? Come on, baby!" Leila Fox was not fazed at all, nor did she show any revulsion. Unexpectedly, she puffed her chest up and scooted a few centimeters closer to Zhou Qingfeng. "If you think there's enough time now and you have needs, I don't mind."

An immoral woman was already scary enough. An immoral woman who was also educated, intelligent, and had no sense of decorum was even scarier!

Leila Fox was not really sexy or seductive. Her looks were more to the delicate side, and she had a head of short, black hair. She was not tall, too, only about 160cm in height. Her breasts were only a C maximum; they looked more like a B. She was slightly less attractive to Zhou Qingfeng, who preferred sexy and big-breasted Caucasian women.

Hmm… She was only slightly less attractive. Miss Fox's perpetual elegance was still quite charming. 

Zhou Qingfeng was out of ideas at this point. He sighed and said, "Tag along if you want to!"

Under Mr Patrick's astonished stare, Zhou Qingfeng and Leila Fox got ready to leave the Society. When they reached the main entrance, they saw a massive crowd of NYPD policemen outside, waiting. For a long time, it seemed.

"Look, it's that suspect who killed the Commissioner!" Someone with sharp eyes identified Zhou Qingfeng immediately.

Pow, pow, pow… Without hesitation, Zhou Qingfeng cleared a magazine, shooting wildly at the policemen and police cars blocking the main entrance even when there were glass windows between him and them. The policemen ran amok at the flurry of bullets. After that he dragged Leila Fox away from the door. "I hope that the drains of this building are clean."

Leila Fox screamed, "We're going down the drain? No… I refuse to escape so inelegantly!"