"For things like this, either the discipline committee investigates, or the police do. How could it fall to a deputy mayor to handle it? Besides, I just took office and can't mobilize many resources."

Dirk Carter asked, somewhat puzzled.

Helen Fletcher sighed deeply.

She said, "Neither of these routes works. I've already told you, after Dennis Vincent's daughter was detained, he sought out both the discipline committee and the police department, but neither responded. They even detained him, which shows there's a conflict of interest between the county's discipline committee, police department, and the tobacco bureau. Otherwise, Templeton Quill wouldn't have dared to act so recklessly. If we let them handle this case, it would only alert the enemy beforehand, and nothing would come of it."

If the discipline committee can't be used and the police can't be used, how can we investigate?

Dirk was also confused.

Helen saw his frustration.

She said, "I came to seek your help because I don't know what else to do."

Dirk stood up and paced around the living room several times.

Suddenly, he said, "Templeton Quill's boldness isn't something a mere director of the tobacco bureau can achieve. He must have a protector behind him, and under this protector, there could very well be a massive interest chain."

Helen nodded and said, "I just arrived in Kenton County. Although I'm the top official, I'm in the dark about where to begin."

"I have a way to lure out the protector behind the scenes."

Dirk suddenly said.

Helen asked nervously, "Will you take action personally?"

Dirk chuckled and said, "I'm just a deputy county head, I don't have investigative powers. My involvement isn't that effective, but I can have someone else step in."

"Who?"

Helen asked.

Dirk casually said, "The county's political consultative conference."

"Are you close with Leonard Bates, the chairman of the consultative conference?"

"I don't even know him."

"Then how will you get the conference to help you? This issue is complex, and I doubt Leonard Bates would dare."

Helen asked worriedly.

Dirk smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll handle Leonard Bates, but Helen, there's also something I need your help with. Vincent Eames, the former deputy chief of the county police and head of the criminal police team, has been removed and is under investigation. I want to place someone I trust in this position. Before Secretary Young left, I had him request someone for me, and the city police agreed to release someone. It's up to you to facilitate this matter next."

"Alright, give me a name."

"Maeve Winters, deputy squad leader at the city's criminal police unit."

Dirk said.

Helen was taken aback and asked, "A woman? An old flame?"

Dirk chuckled and said, "Not quite an old flame, just someone with shared interests in certain areas..."

A few nights later at nine o'clock.

Dynasty KTV.

In the deepest part, inside a private room.

Five young men were sitting on the sofa.

In front of them stood a very nervous girl, dressed in traditional dance attire. She had a good figure and pretty face, with a slight sheen of sweat, indicating she had just performed.

"Applaud, what are you waiting for?"

A young man with dyed yellow hair in the center shouted loudly.

The other four immediately started clapping.

"Little sister, come here."

The yellow-haired one waved to the girl.

The girl cautiously took a step forward.

The yellow-haired man took out a wad of cash and threw it on the table.

Seeing the money, the girl panicked and quickly said, "Boss, there's no need for so much, five hundred is enough."

The yellow-haired man stood up.

He picked up the cash, took out five hundred, and set it aside. The rest he placed separately.

With a devilish smile, he said, "This five hundred is for your performance; the rest is to buy your clothes."

The girl froze and said, "Boss, I'm not selling my clothes; they're my performance outfit."

"And what if I insist on buying?"

The yellow-haired man asked belligerently.

The girl considered it carefully.

She nodded and said, "Fine, I'll go change and give them to you."

Just as she was about to leave.

A young man beside the yellow-haired one immediately got up and blocked the door.

The girl, puzzled and panicking, looked at the yellow-haired man.

The yellow-haired man rubbed his nose and said, "I want them now; you have to give me your clothes now."

As he said this, the other men around him started laughing lewdly.

The girl seemed to understand the yellow-haired man's meaning.

She looked even more nervous.

Seeing her hesitation, the yellow-haired man said, "Miss, I suggest you hurry up. I have no patience, and if you don't undress, we'll have to help you do it."

"Boss... I'm... I'm just a college student earning some extra money for tuition during the winter break. I'm a performer, not a prostitute."

The girl said timidly.

The yellow-haired man paused and said, "A performer, not a prostitute? I don't want your body, just your clothes. What? Do you look down on me?"

"No, no... not at all..."

The girl waved her hand repeatedly.

The yellow-haired man's face turned cold, and he suddenly shouted, "If not, take off your clothes!"

The girl was startled by his sudden outburst.

She stepped back several paces, yet still made no move to undress.

The yellow-haired man was furious.

He waved his hand.

All four men stood up.

They approached the girl...

Four grown men; some covered her mouth, some held her arms and legs, carrying her over while the yellow-haired man swept everything off the coffee table.

Just like that.

The girl was pinned down on the coffee table.

Her eyes were full of fear, and although she tried to struggle, there was no way a young girl could compete against so many grown men.

The yellow-haired man pulled out a knife from who knows where.

In the dim lighting, the blade glimmered.

Terrified, the girl froze.

She closed her eyes with tears streaming down, and in that moment, she seemed hopeless.

With a ripping sound.

The yellow-haired man slashed open her bustier.

Exposing a cute pink bra underneath.

The yellow-haired man licked his lips and showed no signs of stopping. With a slight flick of the knife, the bra split in two.

Two "not so large" white rabbits suddenly appeared. Although not big in size, they had the advantage of youthfulness, clearly inexperienced in life's hardships.

"Bro, I think this girl is a virgin."

Someone said excitedly.

This comment sparked a huge interest in the yellow-haired man.

He reached out a claw toward the girl's chest, almost touching when suddenly, with a click, the room's main light switched on.

A young man stood at the door, looking over at them.

"Who the hell are you? Turn off the light!"

One of the yellow-haired man's subordinates rushed toward the door at the sight.

The man at the door remained motionless, and when the assailant approached, he suddenly lifted his foot, kicking the man in the chest. With a thud, the man was sent flying backward, crashing into the coffee table and wincing in pain.

"Yo, kid, you've got some nerve barging into my room!"

The yellow-haired man sneered coldly.

He had his men release the girl.

The girl was so frightened that she jumped off the coffee table.

Since her front clothes had been sliced open, she desperately covered herself with her hands.

The man at the door was none other than Dirk Carter.

He took off his own jacket and draped it over the girl, zipping it up for her, then patted her on the shoulder and said, "Go on."

The girl looked gratefully at Dirk.

About to open the door.

The yellow-haired man shouted, "If you dare to leave, I'll hunt you down later!"

The girl froze in her tracks.

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