Caminho Oficial: O Auge do Poder

Moonlight spilled into the bedroom through the window, and the air conditioner hummed softly. The silhouettes of a man and a woman intertwined were cast upon the wall, shifting through a variety of postures, filling the room with the sounds of passion and instruction.

For an entire hour, their fervor continued, and as Lu Hao let out a low growl, Fang Jing’s body collapsed limply. “Let’s go again in a while,” Lu Hao said, pinching Fang Jing’s cheek as he, refreshed, lit a cigarette.

Fang Jing was his fiancée, a teacher at a rural middle school, fair-skinned and beautiful. The two had become engaged just last week. “Honey, you must talk to your cousin and get me transferred to a teaching position in the county town. I don’t want to be stuck in the countryside,” Fang Jing pleaded, clinging to Lu Hao.

“I’ll go see my cousin tomorrow. It’s such a trivial thing—a single phone call from him will settle it,” Lu Hao replied, lounging against the headboard and blowing a leisurely smoke ring.

His cousin was none other than the Party Secretary of Anxing County, the undisputed leader—Lu Hao’s true pillar.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Just as Lu Hao turned over, ready for another round, a sudden, harsh knock echoed from outside the door. He glanced at the time—it was nearly one in the morning. Who could be so ill-fated as to disturb him at this hour?

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Urged by Fang Jing, Lu Hao pulled on his pajamas and, disgruntled, opened the door.

Three strangers stood on the threshold, expressions stern. The leader was a woman, flanke