The city in June is like a huge steamer. The sticky heat wave envelops the car exhaust and the burnt smell of melted asphalt roads, weighing heavily on the heads of every pedestrian. Zhang Fan tugged at the collar of his shirt that was tightening around his neck, feeling that it was a little difficult to breathe. Sweat slid down the temples and dripped on the phone screen, blurring the message from Li Wei!
> **"Brother Fan! Pullman Skyline Hotel, room 1808! Hurry! Xiaomei is inside! With a man! I took the photo, but... The situation is not right! Come quickly!!!"**
Every word was like a red-hot iron, burning hard on Zhang Fan's retina and scalding into his nerves that were strained to the extreme due to the intense tracking of reports for days. "Xiao Mei... Man...1808..." There was a buzz in his head, and the fatigue accumulated over the past few days and the faint headache caused by overuse of the brain were instantly replaced by a violent, rusty anger. The blood seemed to rush to the top of his head, and the only thing left in his ears was his own heartbeat like a drum.
Trust? Ten years of marriage? Those warm scenes of mutual support were torn to pieces by this message at this moment. Li Wei, his best partner and most trusted brother, would never joke about this kind of thing! A huge sense of panic and betrayal seized him, almost suffocating him.
He pushed open the glass door of the cafe, and the scorching wind blew into his face, but he felt no warmth at all, only the biting coldness. Like an enraged trapped animal, he roughly stopped a taxi and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Pullman Skyline Hotel! Hurry!"
The wheels rolled over the hot road, and the street scene outside the window quickly receded, blurring into
