"Pole dancing? Hahaha! Brilliant!"
"Hahaha, get me an oxygen mask! The fuck were you thinking? What kind of kinky shit is in your head?"
"I’m fucking dying here! Zhang, you’re a genius!"
When Zhang Menglong spoke, a wave of laughter broke out around him. After all, Murray was a senior investigator, and in the Kingdom of Frankfurt, his social status was almost equivalent to being the second in command of a city.
And Zhang Menglong actually wanted such a person to do a pole dance in full view of everyone!
This was the Bureau of Investigation, for crying out loud! A proper place! It’s not a dance hall or a bar; where would they even get a pole for him to dance on?
Murray’s face turned from green to purple, as if he had practiced some demonic technique and it had backfired. His mouth twitched uncontrollably. He felt it, Zhang Menglong was just toying with him! It was like a lion playing with an ant, without any purpose, just for fun.
To put it bluntly, he wasn’t even worthy of Zhang Menglong going out of his way to target him; he didn’t qualify!
But no matter what, he now found himself in a difficult position. On one hand, there was the immense pressure from the powers that be; if he couldn’t calm Zhang Menglong’s anger soon, he would be tried by a military court—even though he believed that Zhang Menglong would absolutely not let those 400 missiles fly toward Frankfurt.
On the other hand, his choice was to ruin his reputation from this day forward. Under the watchful eyes of countless reporters and media, if he did this pole dance, he probably wouldn’t have the face to continue hanging around the Bureau of Investigation. What awaited him would certainly be endless ridicule and insults.
"This Huaxia man is too ruthless!" Murray believed that the bulk of Zhang Menglong’s anger didn’t come from his attempt to detain him today, but rather from their contempt for Huaxia people.
Asking himself honestly, if Zhang Menglong was just an ordinary Huaxian today, aside from obediently enduring imprisonment, he would have no other choice—even if he were to be released through negotiation efforts from the Huaxia side, it still wouldn’t change anything fundamentally.
The incident that occurred the day before yesterday in Paris also clearly represented their contempt for Huaxia and even Asian people. In their eyes, people from these developed countries were superior, and people from other countries deserved to be bullied!
And that was what truly upset Zhang Menglong.
"Hey, get on with it already!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "If you don’t perform, I’m going to have dinner right here today, but what happens after that, well, I can’t say!"
Finally, under intense pressure, Murray collapsed. He stood there like a ragged Puppet without a Soul, "Alright, I’ll dance!"
"Bring on the talent!" Zhang Menglong had long instructed Ye Yin to arrange for someone to prepare the pole. At his command, several people rushed into the Bureau of Investigation carrying a steel pole about ten centimeters in diameter.
"This... when did he prepare this?"
"Damn, this has been premeditated! I’m totally flabbergasted!"
"I was wondering why Zhang seemed so unfazed by boiling water; the hotter it got, the wilder he seemed. On the surface, he acted as if he were resigned to fate, but behind the scenes, he’d already prepared the punishment props!"
"You’re the master of schemes; you win, hands down!"
"Quick, quick, quick, record a video! A deputy mayor-level investigator pole dancing in the middle of the bureau—this is going to hit the Global Weekly News tomorrow!"
The setup couldn’t have been more complete. Through two sets of fixtures, the pole was solidly secured between the first and second floors.
"Mr. Murray, please begin your performance!"
Zhang Menglong turned on his phone and casually played a song.
"Come on, live it up, after all, there’s plenty of time..."
With the music starting up, someone with real talent turned off all the lights in the Bureau of Investigation, even sealing the doors and windows tight. The room instantly darkened.
Moments later, as the first phone flashlight switched on, the entire Bureau entered nightclub mode.
Murray gritted his teeth, and his 150-pound body directly coiled around the pole, eerily writhing to the music.
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"Hahaha, oh my god, my eyes are burning! I’m blind, I’m blind!"
"Ahh, so saucy! This is the most flexible fat guy I’ve ever seen! He can even spin around."
"I feel like I hit the jackpot not buying a ticket to this show!"
"S... Si Guo Yi!"
...
Two minutes later, Murray collapsed on the floor, exhausted, his cheeks still tinged with a trace of redness, whether from physical exhaustion or shame, it was hard to tell.
"Click, click!" The surrounding media swarmed around Murray, frantically snapping photos, which inevitably stirred a bit of sympathy.
"Mr. Murray!" Zhang Menglong continued, "I won’t hold today’s slander against you, and as I said, I’ll keep my word. But I have another task for you!"
Murray looked up at Zhang Menglong. Just before, Bushmulin had told him that he must agree unconditionally to all of Zhang Menglong’s demands!
"Please give your instruction, Mr. Zhang."
"The day before yesterday, someone from our Huaxia was inexplicably beaten up in Paris. This matter has really bothered me. Within one day, I want to see a satisfactory outcome; otherwise, it won’t just be 400 euros this simple!" After finishing his speech, Zhang Menglong walked straight out of the interrogation room.
...
Back at the residence, Wang Ling and the others were already waiting impatiently.
"Old Zhang, you were so cool today! That’s how you should treat them, or else they’ll keep thinking we Huaxia folks are made of clay, to be bullied at will!"
"But he did dance that pole dance with quite a bit of desperation. It’s the first time I’ve seen a fat guy in a suit pole dancing!"
"Hahaha!" Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, and even Lu Yiyao couldn’t control herself.
"Wow, this guy works efficiently!" Zhang Menglong received a message from the Investigation Bureau. The five Frankfurters who had beaten up the Huaxia youth the day before had been detained. The manager of Paris, the security, and even the related personnel of Springtime in Champs were all summoned to the Investigation Bureau.
And the young man who was beaten received a compensation of 1 million euros from Paris.
"Only 1 million euros? Shouldn’t they add another couple of zeroes?" Wang Ling said gleefully, "But Old Zhang, what did you actually do? Why such a fuss today?"
"You didn’t surround the whole Frankfurter Kingdom with a couple of aircraft carrier groups, did you?" Wang Ling speculated boldly.
Zhang Menglong shook his head, "Actually, I just wanted Haigen to give them a little tap, to remind them not to go too far. Who knew that bastard would mobilize the entire European intercontinental missiles and hundreds of ballistic missiles, aiming straight at their Presidential Palace? Do you think they’d dare mess around?"
"Wow, ruthless!" Wang Ling was rendered speechless, "Getting on your bad side is scarier than facing an entire division of troops!"
"Enough, I’ve been here three days, dealing with a ton of crap!" Zhang Menglong rolled his eyes, "You may not find it irksome, but I’m fed up!"
"Hahaha, but you really did vent some spleen for us Huaxia people today!" Wang Ling said, "Do you know what the netizens are saying about you now?"
"What about me? That I’m uneducated and a troublemaker?"
"No!" Wang Ling shook his head, "They’re saying, ’Zhang Menglong, immortal god forever!’"