Who’s at the Door?

"Ow…Oof…oohh…" From the lobby came Zhao Yu’s banshee-like wailing. The inside of the room was wrapped in a sweet scent, with soft lighting. Yang Hong and Huahua were wearing red and white long dresses respectively. One was standing and massaging Zhao Yu’s shoulders, the other was squatting down and squeezing his feet.

Zhao Yu was wearing a thick pajamas, dangling some grapes he had just bought in his mouth, and squeezing the walnuts he taken from Hong Zhitao. Even though the environment was a little shabby, Zhao Yu felt quite comfortable, with little worry for what had just happened.

 Half an hour ago, the entire police force had headed out. With lightning speed, they swept through all of Chahai Street and captured a huge number of criminals, and confiscated a large amount of illegal substances, completely destroying the illegal activities happening secretly on Chahai Street.