Chapter 67
At 7:30 pm.
After they finished their meal, Grace Smith called the delivery rider and said, "I''m at No.1, Sunset
Avenue, pleasee and collect the parcel now."
After a while, the parcel prepared by Grace Smith was picked up for delivery by the rider.
"Can it arrive at eight o''clock?" Grace Smith asked.
"Of course, no problem." The delivery rider answered.
"Well, great." Grace Smith said, "Please be punctual."
"Understood."
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On the other hand, Heinz Jones was making a phone call.
"Lester, are you ready?"
Lester replied respectfully through the phone, "Sir, I''ve arrived at Lorenzo Chen''s doorstep at seven
o''clock. He didn''te back for dinner tonight. There''s only his wife and child at home."
"Well, keep an eye on the delivery rider, the parcel is on its way. Keep me updated."
"Yes."
Everything was ready.
Heinz Jones looked at his watch, it was 7:35 p.m.
Grace Smith also returned to the car.
The two of them sat quietly in the car.
There was still an hour to go.
Heinz Jones gently tapped on the steering wheel with his slender fingers. The night was getting darker.
Grace Smith nced at him and followed his sight to see what he was staring at. She saw that he was
looking at a hair salon, glowing with pink light.
Grace Smith was surprised. "You''ve been staring at that hair salon for so long. What are you looking
at?"
Heinz Jones smirked thoughtfully and replied, "In thest five minutes, there were two groups of people
who went into that hair salon. A total of five people."
Grace Smith was confused. "What''s the issue with that?"
"These two groups of people didn''t have any hair and they all went into the salon." He raised his
eyebrows and said, "Have a guess, what are they doing?"
Grace Smith was confused. She frowned and said, "What would they do in the hair salon if they don''t
have any hair?"
She watched carefully but she didn''t see anything except the pink light.
Grace Smith shook her head.
"They''re involved in something illegal," Heinz Jones said in a deep voice. "Prostitution."
Grace Smith was stunned and said, "Why do you pay attention to everything? Can''t you just mind your
own business?"
"I''m a member of society," Heinz Jones said. "As a part of the society, it''s my obligation to care for the
society."
Grace Smith was stunned by his civic-mindedness. She felt ashamed of her pettiness.
"What can you do?" Grace Smith couldn''t help but refute, "What can you do when you see something
like this?"
How could this be handled?
"I can call the police," he said and picked up the phone.
"Call the police?" Grace was stunned again. "You, you want to call the police?"
"That''s right." Heinz Jones nodded. He pressed 911 and dialled the number.
Grace Smith was stunned.
He spoke in a deep voice soon after the call was connected, "Hello, I would like to report a crime. I''m at
No.1 Sunset Avenue. We suspect there is a prostitution brothel here. Could the policee and check
it out quickly?"
Grace Smith didn''t know what the officer replied, but Heinz Jones was very angry and said bluntly, "Get
Jensen Charm to answer the phone."
Grace Smith was startled. What was wrong with this man?
She could only hear Heinz Jones''s angry voice, "Tell Jensen Charm that there are people doing illegal
businesses under his jurisdiction. If he doesn''t take action, he should get out of here!"
He then hung up.
Heinz Jones''s face darkened. He took out his phone again and dialed a number.
The phone rang, and a deep male voice came from the other end, "What are you doing? I''m busy. If
there''s nothing urgent at this time. Don''t call me."
"I want to report a crime. There''s prostitution happening in your jurisdiction at Spring Hair Salon, No.1
Sunset Avenue. Do you want to take any action?"
"Uh, are you minding other people''s business again?” The man on the other end replied yfully.
"Yes, it''s my duty and responsibility as a citizen. What are youughing at?" Heinz Jones said in a deep
voice, "Hurry up, send someone to manage it, or I''ll report to your superiors about it."
"OK, I''ll arrange someone to attend to it!" Jensen Charm said, "You know what, I''ll go there personally
with my team."
"OK." Heinz Jones hung up the phone with satisfaction.
Grace Smith felt as if her soul had been baptized by the man in front of her.
He was actually an aplice to her master-n right now, but yet he spoke in such righteous way,
full of justice.
"What are you looking at?" Heinz Jones frowned when he saw her staring at him. "Do you have
something to say?"
"Mr. Jones, how dare you report crimesmitted by other people but still behave like a hooligan?
Shouldn''t I report you to the police too?"
"Don''t you understand?" Heinz Jones said, "My friend is a police officer for this district. He is in charge
of this area. If you report that I am a hooligan, who would dare be in a rtionship over here?"
"Are you in a rtionship?" Grace Smith couldn''t help arguing with him.
"There are differences between me and the people in that salon!" Heinz Jones exined righteously, "I
use my mind, body and soul to get girls but what they are doing now is purely business. These two
situations are different, you understand?"
What a bunch of nonsense.
Grace Smith rolled her eyes.
Heinz Jones suddenly pressed her against the door and said,"I have told you that it''s better for you to
show your flirtatious look than rolling your eyes. Don''t do it again or you''ll see what happens next."
Grace Smith took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I won''t roll my eyes anymore. Oh, there''s someone
else going in there!"
Heinz Jones saw it too. There were three more men going into the salon. They were dressed like
gangsters. They didn''t look like good people.
As she observed the surroundings of the hair salon, she saw that there was a secret door which led to
the third floor in that cramped shop. The third floor could be where the illegal operations were, with its
boarded up doors and windows.
No light could pass through those windows.
Heinz Jones said, "It''s only been a few minutes and eight men have already gone in."
Grace Smith looked angry. "How can these men be so shameless?"
"The women who trade themselves for money have no difference to those men."
Grace Smith said, "If there was no demand, women wouldn''t do this."
"If those women had dignity, they wouldn''t sell themselves. When there''s no ce to buy sexual
services, the trading would naturally stop!"
"If there is no demand, how can there be any supply?" Grace Smith retorted.
"How can there be any demand, if there is no supply?" Heinz replied.
They were no caught in this argument.
Their faces were red because of the dispute.
Heinz Jones saw her re angrily at him, and he suddenly smiled. He said, "Why are you quarrelling
with me? The reason why you are quarrelling with me is to let me know you are not selling yourself, is
that so?"
Grace Smith blushed and was rendered speechless.
She said seriously, "Well, let''s stop quarrelling now."
There was a strange look in Heinz Jones''s eyes. He said hapilly, "In fact, quarrelling is quite interesting
for us too." "You!" Grace Smith pursed her lips and said, "Mr.
Jones, since you are so righteous and were reporting such a crime, I just hope you won''t get involved
in something simr."