Since last year, I have often wondered whether my decision to become a special agent was really the right one. I could also have become a prosecutor, like my mother. My mother, who is now a chief prosecutor at the court in Beijing, would have been happy if at least one of her children had emulated her.

At that time, I also always thought I wanted to be a lawyer. I don't know exactly when my mind changed and I followed my father, but suddenly from one day to the next, I suddenly didn't want to be a lawyer anymore and like my father, became an agent.

Now that I think about it, I also remember how it was with my brother back then. He used to want to be a state official, but never really knew in which field. And then, just before he finished school, he changed his mind and told our parents that he wanted to study agricultural management.

My parents were shocked and even had to go on the Internet to find out what this course of study was all about. However, they let him study what he wanted. But after a year at the university, he broke up his studies when he ran away with this Meng Yao. God I hate this Meng Yao!

When my brother ran away with him, our perfect world at home collapsed. My mother didn't want to believe that her eldest son would just disappear like that. And my father believed, as I did, that Meng Yao must have done something and my brother wanted to protect him. My mother beat my father and me up when we told her about our theory. Heavens, she yelled us together, because she was so angry.

But after two months of no contact with my brother and all the rumors about my brother and Meng Yao, my mother slowly changed her mind. Especially when her job was suddenly in danger. Because the chief prosecutor at the time, her superior, had also heard these rumors that my brother was hiding his criminal boyfriend and that my mother was supposed to protect the two of them with her position as a prosecutor.

The chief prosecutor even suspended my mother and demanded proof from her that she was not protecting my brother and Meng Yao. However, how was she supposed to prove it? My brother had been untraceable and could not answer her questions. So she had no choice but to go to the highest authority and ask them to annul the suspension.

My mother was really suffering from all this at the time and broke down several times. And that was only because my brother just ran away. He had always been her everything. Just like I am for my father. And when my brother suddenly ran away, it felt to her like he ripped her heart out. She kept saying that, and she still says it today.

So if in the course of the investigation I find my brother, I will, no matter what, I will bring him home and he will have to face our parents.

But back to my actual topic. As I said, I have already questioned several times whether my career choice was the right one, when I realized that I can no longer go out with friends as I used to, just without worrying. Since I could be recognized at any time.

Back then we met at least twice a month, went to bars or clubs and had a lot of fun. But at some point, I actually ran into a target once and was just able to hide. Since then, I haven't gone out with my friends because I don't want to put them in danger. And at the same time, I don't want to take any risks and maybe get caught after all.

Anyway, today is Saturday and after this exhausting first week in Yiling Police Station, I will go to a bar. Jong and Shiyan have recommended one to me. It's a little further from the dorm. I just have to make sure that I get back by midnight. Otherwise I would have to spend the night outside or spend money for a hotel room.

Because punctually at midnight, the doors are locked and no one comes in until the morning at 6 am, when the doors are opened again. What is absolutely ridiculous, if you think that in this dormitory live exclusively men. In addition, all the men here are police officers or serving the state in some other form.

Well, that shouldn't spoil my mood now.

AUTHORS POV

After Yibo had spent almost an hour getting ready in the shared bathroom, he put on his new black tight jeans, a dark gray tight shirt and a white vest, the buttons of which he left open. Satisfied, he looked in the mirror, nodded and told himself he was now ready for the evening.

Yibo had ordered a cab that was punctually at 8 pm in front of the dormitory and then took him to the bar that his two roommates recommended. He was already a little excited, because he had gone out the last time over half a year ago. Back then, it was with his partner to celebrate a settled case.

Thinking of his partner again, Yibo shook his head, shaking off the melancholy thoughts. Not today, not ever again, he told himself quietly in his mind.

Arriving at the bar with its blue neon sign, Yibo realized that it was much further away from the dorm than he had previously thought. The cab had needed almost 20 minutes to get there, and the streets were even free.

Yibo entered the bar, it looked as if it was very noble and had just been renovated. Soft music sounded through barely visible speakers. The bright ivory colored counter, reflected the warm light, which was here. The edges of the counter are trimmed with gold molding. The illuminated shelf with all the expensive alcohol, was a real eye-catcher.

Yibo had not expected such a bar and wondered if he could afford to get drunk here at all. Because he noticed that many of the guests, who were sitting in separate areas with sofas, were wearing very fine suits.

Nevertheless, Yibo sat down directly at the bar and ordered a beer and a whiskey from the bartender. For a moment, the special agent wanted to come out in him again as he thought about all these rich guys here, maybe doing illegal business here too. Fortunately, he was able to quickly turn off the thoughts.

After a while, Yibo was playing a new game on his phone while drinking his beer, two women approached him and asked him if he wanted to join them. Yibo turned around to their table, where three more giggling women were sitting, and shook his head. "Um, no thanks. I just want to have a drink in peace and then leave." He explained calmly.

"Oh come on don't be like that. You're all alone here and we could keep you company for a bit." Replied one of them.

"Ladies, I've told you so many times. Keep yourself under control or I'm going for the manager and he's going to have to kick you guys out again. You know he hates it when you bother our guests." Said the bartender with a very serious look on his face.

"Thanks, but I wouldn't have let the women talk me into it anyway." Said Yibo as the two women went back to their friends.

"That may be. But they would try again and again. Since those five women were made noble whores by the Wen Clan, they imagine they can get away with anything. Again and again they harass the guests and try to get them around."

"I see. Thanks anyway." The bartender nodded.

"I guess with someone like you, those women wouldn't stand a chance anyway, would they?" Asked someone who just sat down next to Yibo.

Yibo looked at the man and nodded. "Exactly. They're not my style."

"What is your style then?"

"Cute, Intelligent, and Male."

"Oh wow, I guess that's exactly me then. So handsome stranger, do I suit your taste?"

"Are you a call boy?"

"No, I am Xiao Zhan and you are?"

"I am Wang Yibo."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Wang Yibo."

Yibo nodded with a grin. This guy was exactly like his taste. Cute and handsome at the same time. Towards a charming smile and a warm calm voice. "Nice to meet you too, Xiao Zhan."

"And may I know what you are doing here alone?"

"I just wanted to have a drink in peace."

"Oh sorry. Then I guess I'd better leave you alone now."

"You could, but, you don't have to. Instead, could you tell me how old you are and why are you here alone?"

"Oh, so I really seem to suit your tastes. I'm 25 years old and, and like you, I just wanted to have a drink. It has been a busy week for me. How about you? How old are you?"

"I am also 25 years old. And yes, I like the appearance of you."

"So, so I'm glad. Tell me Wang Yibo, what do you do?"

"It's enough if you call me Yibo. And I just got out of the police academy and transferred here." After all, he has to hide his true identity and stay in character.

"I see. And I assume the first week was stressful for you as well? I hear it's very rough at the Yiling Police Station. You are there, aren't you?"

"Yes I am there. And that's right. My team leader yells incessantly. I don't think I've even heard him speak calmly. Just yelling and raging. So what do you do for work?"

"I'm a businessman, working here and there. Nothing exciting, just very tiring sometimes."

"I see. And so to relax, you go to a bar?"

"Well Yibo, I'm not the only one am I?"

"You're right about that. What else do you do?"

"Not much. I'm mostly here at the bar. This is your first time here, how do you like this bar?"

"Oh it's great. It looks classy and inviting. I thought the prices here were too high for me at first. But I was wrong. Despite this setting here, the prices are absolutely acceptable."

"Yes, isn't it? You should have seen what this place looked like just a year ago. Like a dirty old saloon."

"Really? You can't see any of that anymore. Apparently the owner spent a lot of money to have the bar fixed up the way it is now."

"Yes, that's right. But tell me Yibo, your beer is empty, can I buy you another beer?"

"Um, sure yes." Xiao Zhan ordered himself another cocktail and for Yibo another beer and a whiskey. Yibo thanked him, smirking as he thought that maybe he wouldn't have to go home tonight after all, when he noticed the obvious interest in him from Xiao Zhan.

"Shall we perhaps move away from the bar and into one of the small private areas? After all, the bar stools are very uncomfortable in the long run." Said Xiao Zhan.

"I'd love to." Replied Yibo. He took his two drinks, put his cell phone in his pocket, and followed Zhan to one of the more comfortable areas in this bar. They sat down on an ivory sofa, like the bar, and set their drinks down on a small table that looked like it was made of marble.

The more Yibo looked at this Xiao Zhan, the more interesting he found him. But, he also became more and more certain that he would not be returning to the dorm tonight.