Almighty Coach

After a few drinks, Wood seemed a little drunk and he began to talk more.

Andrew also drank a lot. He felt dizzy, but he had to keep drinking in order to get useful information from Wood.

Several rounds later, Wood was drunk and in a daze.

Andrew felt it was the right time and he asked, "You’ve been in the Coach Li’s Training Center for quite a while. What do you think of the training results there?"

"Very good. I’ve won five times in a row recently!" Wood answered.

"Did the coach give you some special training?" Andrew pretended to ask him casually.

"Every coach differs from others in terms of training. Everyone is special, so there is nothing special at all," said Wood.

Leaning forward and lowering his voice, Andrew asked, "I mean whether you have gotten something exciting."

"Exciting?" Wood asked softly, glancing at Andrew with interest. "In what way?"

"For example, take or inject something and energize the body or excite the spirit!" Andrew said.

He didn’t mention the word doping, but he felt that his implication was clear.

However, Wood, who seemed to be drunk, just watched Andrew and his look made Andrew feel a little guilty. He didn’t know whether Wood understood his implication or not.

Minutes later, Wood suddenly sighed and asked, "Do you like that stuff, too? That can excite you, aha?"

"Me? Yes, sure! Absolutely I like it. Well, do you actually use it?" Andrew asked immediately.

"Well, I admit it. I use it occasionally!" Wood nodded.

Finally, I get the clue of the drug! Andrew couldn’t be happier in his mind now.

Wood continued, "Besides some by injection or orally, there is something for external use."

External use? I’ve never heard of a drug that can used externally! Is this the new drug my client asked me to investigate? Andrew was overjoyed now.

As Andrew was wondering how to get more information from Wood, Wood lowered his voice and asked, "Jack, do you want a try?"

How lucky I am! If I can get some samples of the new drug, my investigation this time will be a success!

Thinking of this, Andrew nodded immediately and agreed without any hesitation, "I’d love to try it. Do you have it now?"

"Sure, in my house," Wood said, with a smile on his face.

"You mean, you use it at home?" Andrew asked him with surprise.

"Of course. I am a professional wrestler, a kind of public figure. I definitely can’t use it in public." Wood paused and continued, "Jack, don’t sell me out!"

"Don’t worry, William. I won’t tell anyone about this!" Andrew promised to him. He would swear to God if needed.

...

Wood lived on a nice block and his house was on the hillside, where it was quiet with few people.

No wonder I didn’t find a clue even after I investigated so many days in the training center. It turns out that these athletes don’t use the new drug in the training center, but in their homes. Therefore, if it is exposed, it is only the athletes who would get in trouble, and the training center would appear to have nothing to do with it. Coach Li is smart! Andrew thought in his mind.

They two entered the living room. Wood pointed to the sofa and motioned Andrew to sit down and asked, "You want to something to drink, Jack? Whisky? Or brandy?"

"I just drank enough. I can’t drink anything more." Shaking his head, Andrew then asked, "Where is the stuff you mentioned? Right here?"

"You’re so hurried!" Wood said. "Well, I’ll take you there. Just in the attic."

It is really secretly hidden! Andrew thought, and followed Wood upstairs to the attic.

The attic was so dark that they couldn’t see anything.

"I’ll go turn on the light!" said Wood as he walked to the corner of the room. Andrew heard the door close and the light above his head flipped on.

All of a sudden, the whole room became a blaze of color, with several kinds of colors constantly changing on the wall. It wasn’t a regular incandescent light, but a rotating colorful one.

The next moment, Andrew’s eyes finally adapted to the colorful light and he could clearly see what was before him.

It was a bed with four handcuffs attached to its four corners. Right above the bed were several iron chains.

Aside from that, some strange stuff was hung on the walls, like a collar with small steel nails, a whip with little thorns, a headcase with only eyes and mouth exposed, black cord for binding, a ball with a neck collar, and other gadgets.

Andrew looked a little embarrassed suddenly. He was smart enough to know what the stuff was used for.

"William, are we in the wrong room?" asked Andrew self-consciously.

"No, right here. You want to try something exciting? Here it is. I can assure you. You’ll be absolutely excited!" Pointing to all the props on the walls, Wood continued, "I have an oral philter here, but I don’t think we need that thing."

"We? Wait, William. Did you misunderstand me?" Andrew felt something wrong and he explained hurriedly, "I meant the drug! The drug for athletes!"

"My stuff works better than drugs! I know you like this stuff..." Wood said with a wicked smile.

"What? I like these things? Sh*t! Where did you hear that?" Andrew shouted.

"Well, don’t deny it. Nearly everyone in the training center knows it. Jack, we are the same people! You like to be passive, but I like to be active. We are so matched! Come on. Don’t waste time..." said Wood.

"We are not the same people!" Now Andrew knew that there wasn’t any new drug at all. Wood misunderstood his reference to drugs. Wood thought Andrew was talking about a philter.

Meanwhile, Andrew also realized that William Wood was a psychopathic gay, who liked BDSM.

But it was too late now. Wood just pounced on him.

Surely, Andrew would not surrender to him. He wanted to defend his butt. However, Wood was a professional wrestler. Hard as Andrew tried, he couldn’t escape from Wood.

All was over, so was someone’s *ss...

...

Andrew limped along the road, with his hands on his butt.

Ordinary people would like to sleep, eat, and play in a day, but Andrew became the one who was beaten and slept.

What happened last night was terrible, but Andrew still didn’t know why that psychopath Wood had found him.

I’m just an investigator. I just want to investigate the drug. Why did this0 happen to me! Being an investigator is becoming high-risk work! Ouch! My butt hurts... Occupational injury! It’s an occupational injury! I need to apply for compensation for occupational injury!