Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Late at night, in the northern restricted area of ​​Taimai City.

The entire mountain valley was completely enclosed by high walls and electric fences, complete with sentry posts, searchlights, iron gates, and more—it was a private military fortress.

Inside, the lights shone brightly, their cold metallic glow spreading out in layers, illuminating the spacious training ground and the neatly lined armored vehicles. In the semi-open armory, long and short firearms, heavy weaponry, ammunition boxes, and shelves displaying melee weapons were laid out...

The air smelled of engine oil and gunpowder, as well as a mixture of iron and night fog.

At the end of the shooting range, a tall figure stood under the cold white spotlight.

Xu Yuanjia wore a black training shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing a section of his pale, sturdy wrist bone.

His strong, muscular shoulders and back were steady as he held a heavy sniper rifle that was almost impossible for humans to tame. The butt of the rifle was against his shoulder, his eyes were pressed against the scope, and he was extremely quiet.

In the distance, on the target track, hangs a metal disc no bigger than a thumb, which sways slightly from side to side when the wind blows.

boom!

A gunshot shattered the night.

The metal disc shattered instantly, sending fragments flying everywhere, and even the thin glass target on the second layer behind it was pierced through.

The recoil on Xu Yuanjia's shoulder was as if nothing had happened. He didn't even flinch, but slowly raised his hand to pull the bolt, load, and aim.

Second shot.

The third shot.

The fourth shot.

Every shot was terrifyingly accurate.

The last bullet left the barrel, and even the smallest moving target at the very edge was blown away.

Xu Yuanjia then lowered his gun and glanced indifferently at the surveillance screen in the distance.

all hit.

He showed little expression; to him, it was just something too easy to accomplish.

Cheng Ye walked over carrying a bottle of foreign liquor, bit off the cork, poured a little ice wine into each of the two glasses, and smiled as if he was used to it.

"How is it? Feels good, right?"

Xu Yuanjia didn't reply, but lowered his eyes and ejected the last empty round from the gun. The metal cartridge rolled onto the table with a crisp sound.

This is the highest praise he could give to something new.

Cheng Ye laughed, picked up his wine glass and handed it over: "Brother, I knew you would like it."

He stood there watching for a while, his interest quickly shifting from the gun to the people. He lowered his voice and chuckled in a rather sly way:

"But seriously, what's up with that girl from earlier today? Was she a freshman? I didn't realize, Jia-ge, you've got a thing for younger girls now?"

Xu Yuanjia took the wine, the coolness of the glass clinging to his fingertips.

His expression was indifferent, his eyes showing disdain, as if it were nothing to him. He scoffed, "She was lucky to live a few more days."

"I want to see when she'll die by my hand again."

Cheng Ye raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised: "What kind of person could escape from your grasp?"

He found this even more amusing, and chuckled as he swirled his glass: "But if you really wanted to get rid of her, it would be a piece of cake."

"It's no fun just killing them directly."

Xu Yuanjia lowered his eyes, his fingertips touching the ice ball in the glass, slowly stirring it. The ice cubes collided with the glass, making a clear, cold sound.

"It's too boring if the prey dies as soon as it enters the cage." He spoke casually, as if discussing dinner.

"First, observe how she runs and where she goes. Only when she feels she can survive should we close the net."

Just like that rainy night at the mountain temple, his arrow tip deliberately avoided vital points, holding back some of its force. She truly had the ability to survive.

"That's what makes it fun." He said, still looking relaxed, his lower back resting on the edge of the table.

It is this nonchalance that sends chills down your spine more than a truly blatant display of ruthlessness.

He is like a venomous snake, and also like a leopard.

Once it bites, it won't let go. It doesn't rush to swallow, but only enjoys watching its prey struggle and bleed until its last breath is completely cut off.

Cheng Ye suddenly shivered, and goosebumps rose on his arms.

He suddenly felt a little sorry for the little girl named Shi Luyu.

-

At the same time.

Shi Luyu was sitting at the small desk in her rented apartment, the cold white light from the computer screen shining on her face.

She had just finished showering, her hair was loosely tied up, and she was wearing a loose white T-shirt. Beside her were half-edited video footage and a notebook full of topic ideas.

Her account is still a newbie account with only a few thousand followers, and she mainly posts photos and videos of life on the border.

It's not a big business, and it doesn't make much money.

But she still wanted to do it well.

My parents have worked so hard, especially my mother, who has been running the business almost single-handedly for the past two years.

Shi Luyu doesn't expect to achieve instant success, but she at least wants to gradually grow her account so that she can get some collaborations and traffic, even if it's just to help support her family a little.

It has been almost a month since I last faced a life-threatening situation at the mountain temple.

For the past month, she has barely dared to go out alone, and her account has been inactive. She receives very few private messages and even fewer comments.

She clicked on the previous vlog, and the little poll she had left at the end was still there.

What kind of content would you like to see in the next episode?

1. Southeast Asian scenery

2. Southeast Asian cuisine

The number of voters was shockingly low.

However, one of the most upvoted comments in the comment section stood out remarkably—

What are scenery and food anyway? Everyone's seen them all the same, they're nothing special. If you're really brave enough to take pictures, go check out the "Night Market" in the old town of Tai Mai East Port.

It opens every Thursday at midnight, for only four hours, and closes before dawn. That place truly has the feel of Southeast Asia; it's incredibly mysterious, and ordinary tourists can't even find the entrance.

If you can capture the iconic buildings and the illuminated displays at night, it's definitely a surefire way to get attention.

The replies below were much more lively than usual.

[A night market? Really? I've lived in Taimai for two years and never heard of it.]

【I think I've heard of this too! Is it one of those places that's only talked about by locals and tourists can never find?】

[Please take some photos, blogger! I'm so tired of seeing the same scenery and food; I want to see something more exciting.]

Shi Luyu stared at those comments and immediately went to search for information.

There's very little information available online, even the proper address is vague. Only a few scattered photos of the entrance to the night event have been posted from afar... a huge animal bone lamp stand, hanging golden prayer flags, and a gatehouse entwined with tropical plants.

Each one is ridiculously popular.

It looks like a commercial night market that sells everything.

It's just a bit mysterious and unconventional, but the traffic is indeed frighteningly high.

Shi Luyu stared at the time on the screen, her heart suddenly pounding.

Today is Thursday.

And now, it's not far from midnight.

This might be a topic that could potentially increase the number of accounts...

Half an hour later, for safety reasons, she had finished disguising herself.

A black baseball cap was pulled down low, a mask was worn, a large gray coat covered up to the legs, hair was tucked into the hat, and the chest and waistline were completely hidden.

From a distance, she looked like a thin, frail boy; it was impossible to tell that she was a girl.

She slung her light equipment bag over her shoulder and took a taxi.

The driver was a local middle-aged man. After she mentioned the name of a place near the old territory of Donggang, his expression changed visibly. In the end, he only agreed to drop her off one street away.

"I'm not going any further," the driver waved his hand, his eyes darting around. "If you want to go, walk there yourself."

After saying that, he stepped on the gas and drove off.

Shi Luyu stood by the roadside. The night wind blew by, carrying a strange spice smell—strong, sweet, fishy, ​​damp, and faintly bitter. Perhaps it was a mixture of incense herbs and something more dangerous.

She followed the scent.

The further in you go, the more people there are. But it's not the usual bustling night market; it's a bizarre and dazzling spectacle, like a dream or a trap.

A row of glass lanterns of various colors hangs at the entrance of the Old Territories, their reflections on the stone road resembling shattered gemstones.

The stalls were packed tightly together, selling everything from silk and satin to animal bones, spices, tropical flowers, exotic fruits, jewelry, lacquerware masks, and more, but all of them had an unusually vibrant color.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat, the scent of sandalwood from Buddhist temples, strong alcohol, and the pungent smell of some unidentified leaf.

Shi Luyu was quite excited at first, and took a few pictures of the entrance and the array of lights, as well as some details of the street stalls. It wasn't until she went deeper and deeper that she slowly realized something was wrong.

People here speak in hushed tones.

They don't use names when buying and selling; they use code words instead.

"The leaves are from the south, and they're fresh."

"The powder arrived tonight, and it's very white."

"Want to see someone heavier? We'll talk about that later."

She even saw with her own eyes, in a corner of a stall, displaying prohibited pills and sealed bags that she had only ever seen in the news.

The trader next to me wore a mask the whole time, and used a thick wad of cash to collect money. He didn't say a word of nonsense during the transaction.

Shi Luyu felt a chill creeping down her back.

This is not a night market at all...

This is the black market!

A massive black market shrouded in darkness and a glamorous facade.

Her heart started racing, and her palms began to sweat as she gripped the camera. She immediately turned to leave.

Just then, a commotion broke out in the center of the market ahead.

The crowd was drawn in and all moved in one direction. Before Shi Luyu could retreat, she was pushed and squeezed into the crowd by the shoulders and arms that kept surging forward.

She was forced to look ahead.

In the center of the market, a large circular area had been cleared out, surrounded by tall golden light stands that illuminated the black floor tiles and copper railings. A rotating platform stood in the very center of the area.

On stage was a chilling "game"—several tiny metal bells were suspended on thin lines, and behind each bell was a row of fresh heads, from the smallest king cobra head to the largest tiger head, lion head, elephant head, and finally... a human head!

Only the person who hits the corresponding bell in a very short time will win the most valuable trading right tonight.

Without exception, everyone watching from all around was wearing a mask.

Silver, gold, black, jewel-encrusted—all these elements combine to create a midnight masquerade feast reserved only for the powerful and the plunderers.

At the center of the crowd, the person in charge was surrounded by others like stars around the moon.

He wore a black and gold eagle-head mask with a sharp, upturned beak, revealing only his sharply defined jawline and a thin lip.

He was tall and slender with straight shoulders and back. Even just standing there, he exuded an indescribable air of extraordinary presence and a sense of authority.

Someone nearby bowed their head and flattered, their tone full of obsequiousness: "Master Jia, please be the first to win."

Shi Luyu's mind went blank.

Jia Ye.

Brother Jia!

Her breathing became erratic instantly.

She watched as the hawk-faced man in the center of the stage raised his hand and nocked a bow.

His movements were extremely steady and swift, almost elegant.

When the arms are stretched out, the lines of the shoulders and back are taut, like a wild beast displaying its claws.

The moment the arrow was nocked, he didn't hesitate for a moment. With a cold glance, he released the arrow.

whoosh-

The long arrow pierced the air and flew away.

The metal bell, no bigger than a thumb, in the farthest distance shattered instantly, while the tiger's head behind it was simultaneously pierced through the forehead by an arrow, the dull thud of the arrowhead embedding into the hard skull clearly audible.

The lights throughout the venue trembled slightly from the impact.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from all around.

Shi Luyu felt her blood cooling down inch by inch.

That "Master Jia"

That bow-drawing posture.

She would never admit her mistake.

it's him!

That was the man who, that night in the mountains behind the Buddhist temple, through the torrential rain and the lamplight, hunted her like a dying prey.