Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

The "Future 27" condominium is the best hotel in Chiang Luang, an eleven-story building standing on the banks of the Mekong River.

The hotel's second and third floors are also upscale shopping areas in Qingluan County. Although there are no high-end luxury brands, there are quite a few well-known domestic brand stores.

At this moment, in the coffee shop on the second floor, Zhou Hong was smiling and drinking coffee. Across from him were two uniformed police officers whom Zhou Hong had met at the Cinnamon Hotel. Zhou Hong had given them names: one was a tall sergeant, and the other was a short corporal.

They were also the first police officers to arrive at the scene after Lao Zhao's son had a conflict with someone.

In fact, that area was not under the jurisdiction of their respective police stations. There are two police stations in Qingluan County: one in the port area and one in the old town. They belong to the old town police station.

They happened to be nearby that day and rushed over after receiving a call from their team leader.

However, in their reports, the two mentioned that they happened to be shopping at the market during their time off.

"So, you two only arrived at the scene after the conflict had already occurred," Zhou Hong said with a smile, sipping his coffee.

The tall sergeant and the short corporal both nodded.

The young woman sitting next to Zhou Hong was taking notes, which made the "investigation" seem more formal.

They also contacted the police to check the case file number 03XXXX. Although this is not common, the prosecutor's office occasionally needs to make its presence felt. The county police station did not object and instead notified the relevant officers to cooperate.

"So, what was the victim Zhalun's behavior like? Your report didn't mention that people at the scene said Zhalun was cursing and wanted to burn down Panong's hotel? Did the two know each other? Did they attend the same university in Chiang Rai? Were they both graduating this year? Were they in their internships?"

The tall sergeant and the short corporal were both taken aback. "Do they know each other? We don't."

The short corporal rolled his small eyes, a sly glint in them: "As for the victim cursing the perpetrator afterward, isn't that perfectly normal?"

"So, you heard it too?" Zhou Hong smiled.

The short corporal coughed. "I think I heard some of it, but I don't know what he was saying. The assailant was very agitated, and we were busy controlling him to prevent him from continuing the attack."

"Okay, thank you both for your cooperation!" Zhou Hong smiled and raised his coffee cup in acknowledgment.

After the two uniformed police officers left, Zhou Hong checked his watch and said to the young woman, "Thank you for your hard work. Let me treat you to dinner." He added, "Don't refuse. Tomorrow I'll need you to come with me to the provincial capital. Is that alright?"

"Tch, who wants to be polite with you!" The dark-skinned girl rolled her eyes, then asked curiously, "Aren't you going back to Hekou today?"

"Well, the last flight from the provincial capital has already left!" Zhou Hong added with a smile, "Where's the best restaurant around here? I'll treat you to something good to eat."

The young woman chuckled, "Prosecutor Hong, if you're going to the provincial capital tomorrow, save this meal for later. How about you treat me to dinner there tomorrow?"

Zhou Hong chuckled, "Treating you today won't affect tomorrow. I'll treat you to the best restaurant in the provincial capital tomorrow too!"

"Wow! Prosecutor Hong, your family must be very rich, right? You're always masturbating."

Looking into the little black girl's bright eyes and listening to the system's hilarious translation, Zhou Hong was both amused and exasperated: "It's alright. So, where do you want to eat?"

"In Chiang Luang, I'm the host. I'll treat you tomorrow, and you treat me tomorrow!" The dark-skinned girl added, "Can I bring my best friend?"

"You're treating, invite whoever you like," Zhou Hong shrugged.

……

The night market stalls in the port area are extremely lively and noisy.

Zhou Hong listened helplessly to the chattering of his three deskmates.

Little Black Girl's best friend brought another friend along.

Both were seventeen or eighteen-year-old delinquents, similar to the "spiritual young women" of later generations. Although they were high school students, they hung out in billiard halls and bars.

Just like in China, the "Shamate" style is also popular in Xiangguo. One of them has a pink afro, and the other has exaggeratedly long, colorful hair. Both of them are heavily made up, showing off their tattooed arms and legs. They sit with their legs crossed in a carefree manner, their snow-white little feet, painted with black toenails, trembling in slippers.

It seems that the girl from the darker-skinned family got this job because she came from a relatively well-off family; otherwise, she might end up like these two girls, living a life of hardship on the streets.

"Brother, why haven't you said anything?" the younger sister with a pink, fluffy, punk-style hairstyle suddenly asked Zhou Hong.

"Prosecutor Hong doesn't care about you guys. We prosecutors, the future prosecutors, like innocent young girls." After a few beers, the girl with the dark skin became more unrestrained in her speech. Judging from her tone, there was probably some resentment in her voice, as if Prosecutor Hong looked down on her friends.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "No, it's just that you guys are having a really interesting conversation, and I'm afraid my topic will be awkward."

"Brother, are prosecutors more powerful than police officers?" the little sister with colorful long hair asked curiously. It seems that the little black sister often "bragged" to them, after all, she wanted to show the importance of her job.

"It's not a matter of who has more power; in criminal cases, it's a division of labor and cooperation," Zhou Hong recited verbatim.

"Hehe, don't listen to our Hong Prosecutors' modesty. For example, in a case, the police are cooperating with the Hong Prosecutors. The Hong Prosecutors can either prosecute or not, understand?" the little black girl explained from the side.

"I don't understand, sister. You mean, Prosecutor Hong is the biggest?" The pink-clad girl raised her glass: "Prosecutor Hong is the biggest!"

The colorful girl grinned mischievously and raised a large beer mug, shouting, "Hong Kong Prosecutor General is the best!"

The young woman, clearly a novice drinker, was now quite excited and tipsy, chuckling as she raised her glass: "Prosecutor Hong is the best!"

Zhou Hong's head was buzzing. He lowered his voice and said, "Keep your voice down." He glared at the little black girl and said, "The case we're handling right now is a bit sensitive, don't you understand?"

The young woman scoffed, "What are you afraid of?" Suddenly her eyes widened, "Prosecutor Hong, are you kidding me? You think I'm pimping for you? Are my two best friends being used by the police to set you up?!"

"No, stop yelling!" Zhou Hong's head was about to explode. He also noticed that even though the two girls were heavily made up, their faces looked rather unpleasant.

"It's going to have an impact, isn't it a bit bad?" Zhou Hong coughed.

"What impact? What do you mean?" The little black girl's face was full of confusion.

Well… Zhou Hong shook his head helplessly. This wasn’t China; he seemed to have been overthinking things.

"Brother, we won't dance for you! You'll come with us tonight, and we'll give you money, okay?!" The pink-clad girl looked Zhou Hong up and down with ill intent.

Hearing this, the colorful girl got excited and reached out to pinch Zhou Hong's pectoral muscles. Zhou Hong wasn't paying attention and she actually pinched him.

"Wow, it's so sturdy! No, sturdy isn't quite right, it's not hard at all, it feels so... amazing!" the colorful little girl screamed.

"Huh? Then can I touch it too, Prosecutor Hong?" The little black girl looked at Zhou Hong with a pitiful expression.

Seeing the girls getting increasingly crazy, Zhou Hong inexplicably thought of the "normalization" card. If he used it, there shouldn't be any more trouble, right?

"Alright, stop fooling around!" Zhou Hong scolded coldly, but he was actually quite pleased with himself.

The three little girls stuck out their tongues and became well-behaved.

Huh? Zhou Hong reached behind his back and found a gnawed chicken bone thrown from the table next to him, landing right on his back.

Facing Zhou Hong, the three little girls, Xiao Hei Mei and Xiao Hei Mei, saw clearly that something was being thrown from the opposite table. Pink and Seven Colors immediately stood up and pointed at that table, cursing.

At the next table were five or six shady-looking young men, all drunk. They were already annoyed by Zhou Hong's relationship with three women, especially since he looked like a gigolo who needed several young girls to treat him. So they deliberately threw trash at Zhou Hong.

At this point, no one could hold back any longer; they all stood up and started cursing, and some even rushed over to hit Zhou Hong.

Zhou Hong was helpless. He had just said a few words of advice when the scene became extremely chaotic and a bottle suddenly smashed down on his head.

So, in less than a minute, five or six street thugs were knocked to the ground.

The three girls, all dressed in black, stared blankly at Zhou Hong.

The surroundings were quiet. The shop owner, who was about to come over to mediate the fight, had only taken a few steps when the matter was over, leaving him stunned on the spot.

"I told you, this has a bad influence, see... do you understand what I mean?" Zhou Hong shrugged helplessly at the little black girl and took out his phone to call the police.