Lin Sanjiu and the Chief of Police
Editor: Vermillion
The capsule containment area of the arena was usually the quietest place at night. Dozens of immobilized women laid at the bottom of their capsules like corpses. It was like a frozen frame in a movie. But, tonight was different— the air was filled with the rough panting sounds from men and the unique pungent stench of bodily fluids. This was accompanied with grunts and the sound of colliding bodies, creating an aura of sick decadence and excitement.
After the scrawny security enjoyed himself for one whole minute, he finished his business. He grabbed the clothes of the woman in front of him and wiped his body. While she stared at him motionlessly, he stood up and put on his pants. There were still sounds of heavy breathing coming from a few directions. The scrawny security guard placed his hands on his hip and surveyed the capsules around him and felt like a king. He strode over the woman beneath him and suddenly paused, "Huh? Why is it so quiet over at Laoliu?