Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

"boom--!"

A thunderclap boomed, and in a flash of lightning, the Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain became clearly visible.

Moments later, a torrential downpour began. In the grove of offerings behind the temple, dust mixed with large swaths of thick blood mingled into a bloody sludge, the stench of which rose high and lingered in the damp night air.

In the outer courtyard of the side hall, a man screamed and knelt down.

The thin, sharp blade brushed against his neck and then swept across in an instant.

In an instant, flesh tore open, throat bones snapped, and blood gushed out, splattering across the courtyard and flowing into the blood river on the ground, trickling along the cracks in the stones into the side hall.

The man died very quickly.

Shi Luyu covered her mouth tightly and huddled under the offering table in the side hall. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the blood flowing onto the ground, her entire body almost completely frozen.

As a freshman, she had just arrived in Taimai today. After putting down her luggage, she rushed over to pray for her sick father to recover soon and for everything to go smoothly during her four years of university.

Unexpectedly, a sudden downpour began just before we left.

Shi Luyu wasn't in a hurry, so she decided to wait here to avoid the rain and take a stroll around.

However, as she followed the long corridor into the back mountain grove, and just as she entered the side hall, she suddenly heard many men wailing, begging for mercy, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Thinking it was a fight among the monks in the temple, Shi Luyu wanted to leave quickly. But before she could even step out of the side hall, through the half-covered old prayer flag at the entrance, she was shocked to witness the scene before her.

kill!

The group wore uniform black clothing and black badges with gold snake and eagle emblems on their shoulders.

He's killing people like crazy.

The leader of the group had a buzz cut and was carrying a very sharp short knife.

The blade, washed by the rain, had faded the bloodstains, yet it was instantly used to stab the next person in the chest. When pulled out, the blade was still gleaming with blood.

The man, half-dead from being stabbed, struggled desperately, dragging himself forward, howling and pleading, "Please... don't kill me—"

Before he could finish speaking, the man with the buzz cut stepped on him, and the tip of the knife plunged deep into the back of his heart, dragging him down with the ruthlessness of slaughtering an animal.

The man's body convulsed violently, leaving only the sound of broken breaths.

Shi Luyu felt dizzy and nauseous, and almost vomited on the spot.

The rain intensified, as if the sky were about to collapse.

There were already quite a few people lying haphazardly in the courtyard outside.

Some were still breathing, being dragged deeper into the forest behind the mountains, leaving long trails of blood on the ground, which were quickly washed away by the rain.

Shi Luyu covered her lips tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face. Her slender knuckles turned white from the force, and her frail body trembled violently.

Having grown up in a bright and warm world, the girl had never seen anything like this before.

At this moment, all she wanted to do was persevere and keep going.

We endured until the rain stopped, until dawn broke, until these murderous demons left.

But just then, a bolt of lightning suddenly ripped across the night sky, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.

Shi Luyu was startled and shifted her knee, accidentally knocking over an old incense burner at her feet.

A very faint sound.

But in this deathly silent and oppressive night, it is impossible to ignore.

The man with the buzz cut standing in the courtyard had exceptionally sharp hearing. He immediately paused and turned his head to look into the hall.

The man's gaze pierced through the rain and mist, carrying a chilling and terrifying killing intent as it swept straight in.

"Who?"

Shi Luyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

The man with the buzz cut took two steps closer, carrying a knife. His rain boots made a sticky, dull sound as they stepped into the puddles.

"Go and take a look," he ordered.

A man in black immediately drew his gun and walked toward the side hall.

Shi Luyu's mind went completely blank, her hands and feet feeling as cold as if she were in an ice cave. She wanted to run, but her legs were too numb to move. She even held back her tears, afraid that she would make the slightest noise.

Just a second before the man in black approached the offering table, someone outside whispered, "Master Jia is here."

The man who drew his gun immediately turned around and retreated.

The next moment, a slender and tall figure walked in from the rain.

The man was extremely tall, his black trench coat, which reached his calves, was crisp and well-tailored, and his shoulders were broad and straight, giving him a sharp and upright posture.

The lantern swayed behind him, and in the dim candlelight, only his sharp, cold jawline was visible, his skin as white as jade.

He slowly stepped into the hall, and all the men in black fell silent.

Even the short-haired man who had just been full of hostility lowered his head slightly and stepped aside to make way for him.

Shi Luyu couldn't see the man's face clearly.

Through the gap in the table curtain, one could see the man walk to the Buddha, take three sticks of incense, and slowly flick open the lighter cap to light them.

He lowered his eyes and carefully placed three incense sticks into the incense burner.

Outside the palace, screams were muffled by the rain, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

Inside the hall, amidst the swirling smoke of cigarettes, he stood with his hands clasped together, his back ramrod straight, his almost devout posture suggesting he had truly come to worship Buddha.

"Is it not over yet?" asked Mr. Jia.

His voice was low and indifferent, carrying a sense of listlessness and fatigue.

The man with the buzz cut, Zhou Ji, respectfully replied, "We've killed twelve, and there are still seven left."

The man didn't react much, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

Zhou Ji continued, "They all made contact with Songpa in the last two months. Under the guise of purchasing offerings for the temple and transporting goods along mountain roads, they secretly sold out the shipping times, escort routes, and several transit points of our southern warehouse area."

Zhou Ji lowered his head as he spoke, adding, "If you hadn't had someone intercept it beforehand last night, the entire line would have been in trouble."

The incense burned silently before the Buddha.

The man, sparing with words, asked: "Where are the people who offered prayers?"

"A few escaped, and the rest are behind the mountain." Zhou Ji paused, then said, "Two of them are still stubborn and claiming they were just doing their job for money and never intended to betray their master."

The hall fell silent for a second.

After a long pause, Xu Yuanjia gave a faint smile.

The smile was very faint, hanging at the corner of the eye, and it was so cold that it had no warmth at all.

Zhou Ji said, "Those who betray their masters do not die unjustly."

Xu Yuanjia didn't respond, but merely glanced at the heavy rain outside, his tone languid and indifferent, as if he were genuinely discussing the weather:

"The dampness in the mountains makes the smell dissipate slowly."

Zhou understood: "Understood, Master Jia, I'll have them clean it up."

"Handle it?" Xu Yuanjia turned his face, his dark eyes appearing particularly gloomy under the candlelight, like a cold pool soaked in the night. "Don't put it so harshly."

He gradually curved his lips into a smile and said slowly and deliberately:

"Food is scarce after the rain, so we offer corpses to the mountain spirits."

Zhou remained silent.

Just then, another short, agonizing scream came from outside the hall, abruptly ceasing.

Xu Yuanjia gazed at the rolling night, his tone even carrying a hint of relaxed laughter.

"A good deed that accumulates virtue and does good deeds."

Shi Luyu trembled all over, her teeth chattering.

This man is terrifying.

As he spoke these words, the smoke from a cigarette wafted from the side of him, and candlelight flickered in front of the golden Buddha statue; his tone seemed genuinely compassionate.

But the blood outside the palace was still splattering and flowing, and the corpses were falling one after another, which even the heavy rain could not wash away.

The intense sense of separation emanating from the man sent chills down her spine.

Just as Zhou Ji was about to turn around, Xu Yuanjia suddenly spoke up: "Is everything here?"

Zhou was taken aback.

Jia Ye never wastes words, and he won't ask a second question about something he's already confirmed. Asking again now must mean something else.

He immediately lowered his head: "Nineteen, not one less."

The firelight inside the hall flickered gently.

Xu Yuanjia didn't look at him again. He raised his hand and leisurely rubbed the incense ash between his fingertips. Then, he walked slowly toward the offering table.

Through the narrow gap beneath the table curtain, Shi Luyu could only see a straight trouser leg and a pair of luxurious, gleaming black leather shoes.

There were some water droplets on the shoe surface, which she thought was rainwater, but upon closer inspection, she realized it was blood.

step.

step.

Not too fast, not too slow.

But each step he took landed on the very heart of her beating drum.

The invisible pressure made her feel like she was suffocating. She huddled under the table, panicked and wanting to cry, but dared not make a sound.

Xu Yuanjia walked to the offering table, leaned lazily against the corner, and spoke in a low, teasing tone, his voice sounding gentle and warm:

"Quite a few."

"But there's one more."

Shi Luyu was terrified; her brain went blank on the spot, and her blood ran cold from head to toe.

Zhou understood instantly and quickly drew his gun in self-defense: "Sir! You mean there's an intruder?"

Xu Yuanjia's tone remained nonchalant: "Don't be so nervous, maybe it's just a stray cat."

Shi Luyu was terrified. Her eyelashes trembled violently. She curled up and huddled in the darkest corner under the table, not daring to move.

However, just a moment later, she saw with her own eyes a slender, bony hand hang down, its knuckles thin and white, reaching straight into the gap of the table curtain.

Then, slowly, very slowly, they lifted the floor-length curtain.

A cold wind mixed with the rain rushed in.

Xu Yuanjia crouched down, and even with his back to the light, his figure was still imposingly tall. The candlelight flickered dimly on his shoulders, casting dappled light that vaguely reflected his sharp, cold profile. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his gaze felt like a sharp blade against one's back.

He looked at the pale little face under the table, a playful smile curving his lips:

"It turned out to be a cat that was soaked to the bone."

Shi Luyu's vision went completely white. She didn't even have time to beg for mercy or see the man's face clearly before she fainted from fright.

The last thing heard was a very faint, cold laugh from the man.

"Drag it down."

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Some people don't read the mine-clearing message, so I'm posting it here:

1. The male lead is not normal. He had an unhappy childhood and is crazy. In the early stages, when he doesn't love the female lead, he is very fierce and rude. After falling in love with the female lead, he becomes a paranoid mad dog. The male lead is probably physically dominant throughout the whole story, but emotionally he goes from being the dominant one to the submissive one.

2. Regardless of the male or female lead, the entire story is physically abusive but not emotionally abusive. It's a romance novel featuring a scheming, manipulative man who forces his way into a relationship; there's coercion, but also love.

3. An atypical Southeast Asian tycoon~ The male lead uses a variety of methods to win over his wife~~

4. Those with extreme male protagonist bias or extreme female protagonist bias (highlighted) should not enter!!

The copy also labeled it as Southeast Asian forced love. Are you insisting on coming in to see a queen ruling an electric syndicate?

5. This is a new author's first book. Reasonable suggestions are welcome, but please don't give it a low score after you've already identified potential problems. This is very important for a new author.

that's all.

Respect for the author and readers who enjoy this style

The author promises to be responsible for this article and its readers, and to maintain a consistent daily update schedule without leaving a bad ending.

They cleared the mines but still insisted on coming in to shoot; they shouldn't complain about being scolded.

It's hard for the author to stay rational~^_^~