Father and son fighting side by side.

Xu Yaying hadn't lied and indeed produced the videotape that recorded Ouyang Tianming killing Zhao Xie. Ye Qian didn't make things difficult for her, taking the tape and leaving with Li Wei. Dealing with such women didn't interest Ye Qian. To him, Xu Yaying was as insignificant as an ant. He had no need to waste time on her. His target was Ouyang Tianming, and as for Xu Yaying, she would face her own reckoning in time.

Ye Qian never saw himself as a gentleman. He believed in exacting revenge when wronged, which to him was the mark of a real man.

After leaving Xu Yaying's house, Ye Qian waved the videotape and said, "Interested in taking a trip with me?"

Li Wei eagerly agreed. He would rather do anything than sit outside Zhao Ya's villa feeding mosquitoes. Having worked with Ye Qian for so long, Li Wei understood his intentions with a simple glance—Ye Qian intended to send a strong message.

As the city government was preparing for re-elections, Ouyang Cheng had been busy laying the groundwork to secure his position. SH City had three vice mayors, but his main competition was Wang Ping. Based on his recent visits and the current trends, Ouyang Cheng was confident that his chances of securing the top spot were at least 80%.

But at this critical juncture, his beloved son had caused a huge problem by committing murder. If this got out, his hopes of being confirmed in his position would be shattered. Fortunately, his son wasn't completely useless and had a ruthless streak. After listening to Ouyang Tianming's detailed explanation, Ouyang Cheng also believed the plan was feasible. After all, the opponent was just a nobody with a district police chief brother. As long as they executed the plan perfectly and used the police to kill the target on the spot, even the district police chief wouldn't be able to object. With his connections, Ouyang Cheng felt confident in covering up the matter.

With this understanding, he made a call, issuing grand orders about the importance of security for the upcoming World Expo, emphasizing a strict crackdown. His subordinates, seasoned politicians, understood the hidden message and were reassured knowing Ye Qian had no significant background. With orders from the deputy secretary of the municipal committee, they dared not slack off.

Tonight, Ouyang Cheng was especially pleased. Everything was going according to plan, and Ye Qian had indeed escaped from prison. By the next morning, he would order a city-wide manhunt, and with Ye Qian shot on sight, all problems would be resolved.

After a bath, Ouyang Cheng happily embraced his mistress and entered the bedroom. Though nearing fifty, he could still perform impressively every night, which made him quite proud. He poured himself a full glass of tonic wine gifted by Wei Dongxiang and drank it down.

Ouyang Cheng had a favorable impression of Wei Dongxiang, a considerate and understanding man who knew his penchant for women. Wei always managed to procure potent tonics that made Ouyang Cheng feel invigorated, allowing him to perform longer each time.

Setting up the camera, Ouyang Cheng, with a lustful grin, pulled his scantily clad mistress onto the bed. Over an hour later, satisfied, he fell asleep with her in his arms.

Recording his intimate encounters was a hobby of Ouyang Cheng's. Watching himself conquer his mistresses gave him immense satisfaction. He collected these tapes and would watch them whenever he was free. He even perversely thought about watching them in his old age when he could no longer perform, reminiscing about his youthful prowess.

Sometime later, Ouyang Cheng, half-asleep, heard a mix of female moans and male grunts. It felt both dreamlike and real. Groggily opening his eyes, he saw the television in the bedroom playing his intimate video. With a sleazy smile, he said, "Darling, feeling frisky watching this in the middle of the night? Not satisfied yet? You little vixen." He reached out but touched only air—his mistress was nowhere to be seen. Confused, he turned on the light and sat up.

"Ah..." As the light came on, Ouyang Cheng screamed. Two men were sitting in his bedroom, watching his intimate video with keen interest. "Who... who are you? How did you get in here? Where's Meili? What have you done with her?" Ouyang Cheng asked in panic. Meili was the name of his mistress.

The two men, of course, were Ye Qian and Li Wei. After leaving Xu Yaying's house, they had gone straight to Ouyang Cheng's home, only to find he wasn't there. However, Ouyang Cheng's wife was at home, angrily cursing him for being away with another woman. Ye Qian naturally guessed that Ouyang Cheng was at his mistress's place. Posing as fierce thugs, they scared Ouyang Cheng's wife into revealing the location. Without her help, they might never have found the place.

"Boss, this old guy's pretty good. Look at that move—wow, he can do that?" Li Wei exclaimed, watching Ouyang Cheng's video.

"This video's well-made. If we sold it, it would probably outsell those Japanese bedroom dramas," Ye Qian commented.

"Damn, this one's even crazier—4P! Wait a minute, isn't that Ouyang Tianming? He looks familiar," Li Wei said.

"Yeah, he does. Looks like father and son together on 'the battlefield.' This will sell well," Ye Qian said, recalling where he had seen Ouyang Tianming.

"Yep, the old saying holds true—'Brothers in arms, father and son soldiers.' Who knew they had this hobby?" Li Wei nodded.

The two chatted as if they hadn't heard Ouyang Cheng's questions.