Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

5:47 a.m.

Before dawn had fully broken in Taimai, the first sound of a gun bolt being pulled back rang out outside the Xu family's old residence.

The mist lingered deep in the rainforest, and large palm leaves hung wetly from the eaves. The sky was a cold blue, but the lamps in the old house were lit early, their light filtering through the carved wooden windows and illuminating the bluestone floor like a layer of cold gold leaf.

The Xu family's old house was built halfway up the mountain.

The exterior walls retain the layout of a traditional Chinese mansion, with black tiles, flying eaves, heavy doors, and high walls, with a century-old plaque from the Xu family hanging above the door. However, the further you go in, the more opulent the atmosphere of a Southeast Asian tropical aristocratic family becomes.

Gilded Buddhist shrines, mahogany corridors, rattan screens, peacock green glass windows, moist tropical vines entwining the pillars, red and white water lilies floating in the lotus pond, and the air filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, rainwater and frangipani.

Deep within the Xu family compound lies a place called Jintan Water Pavilion.

That was the place where successive generations of Xu family leaders discussed matters, offered sacrifices to their ancestors, and dealt with serious crimes committed by the family.

The pavilion is surrounded by water on all sides, beneath which lies a crescent-shaped black stone lotus pond, its surface covered with broad lotus leaves. A long bridge, paved with ebony, is flanked by pillars with golden snakes coiled around them, each topped with a glass lantern. Inside, ancestral tablets hang high, behind which is a wall of gold-leaf relief carvings of snakes, eagles, lotuses, and flames, symbolizing the Xu family's lineage and power, forged from the mire of the borderlands.

Like a temple dedicated to power, it is traditional and ancient.

It was also like an extremely dignified execution ground, both extravagant and chilling.

At six o'clock in the morning, Chai led his men into the courtyard of the fourth house.

The fourth branch of the family was still plotting last night on how to force Xu Yuanjia to hand over power by taking advantage of Xu Chenglin's death. The lights in the courtyard were on all night, and several guards from the side branches were hiding behind the side hall, with guns and communication devices ready.

But Chai was faster than them.

When the main gate was kicked open, the fourth wife was still sitting in the main hall, wearing a plain white shawl, weeping for Xu Chenglin. Several of her nephews, cousins, and confidants stood up at the sound, but before they could draw their guns, they were immediately pinned to the ground by a row of black-clad guards.

"What are you doing!" the fourth wife shrieked. "This is the Xu family home! How dare you trespass on our property!"

Chai, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his scarred face expressionless, raised a hand and said, "Tie them all up."

"Master Jia ordered that anyone who resists be shot on the spot."

The second young master of the fourth branch roared, "Chai Ye, you're just a dog, how dare you touch us?"

Chai also glanced at him and sneered, "My dog ​​bites without picking the bone today."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him tried to reach for a gun from his sleeve. Chai kicked the man in the chest, knocking him over the incense table.

"Kill him." He brushed the ash off his clothes.

The guards moved with lightning speed, raising their guns and firing with a bang, shooting the man straight through the brain.

In less than ten minutes, all the people from the four households who had participated in the conspiracy last night were escorted out of the courtyard.

Some had disheveled hair, some were still wearing bathrobes, and some were begging for mercy with faces full of fear.

As the fourth wife was dragged out the door, she was still screaming, "Xu Yuanjia killed my son! He even tried to kill everyone in the fourth branch of the family! I want to see the head of the family! I want to see the clan elders!"

Chai stood on the steps, flicked his cigarette ash, and said, "Don't rush."

He grinned, revealing his menacing nature, "We can meet today."

At the same time, Zhou Ji led his men to the main residence.

Xu Chongshan had just woken up in the early morning and was sitting in his study listening to his confidants report on the actions of the Fourth Division the previous night. Suddenly, the sound of orderly footsteps came from outside the door.

The confidant's expression changed as the door was pushed open, and Zhou Ji led his men in. Behind him, the guards silently dispersed, occupying all the entrances and exits of the study.

Xu Chongshan remained seated in his chair. He was nearly fifty, with deep-set brow bones and a commanding presence. Even though he showed signs of fatigue, the oppressive aura of someone who had long held a high position was still palpable.

He looked coldly at Zhou Ji: "Did Xu Yuanjia send you?"

Zhou lowered his head, his tone steady:

"Master Jia invites you, along with the ladies, young masters, and young ladies of each household, to the Golden Sandalwood Pavilion for a reunion."

Xu Chongshan sneered: "Just call it kidnapping, no need to make it sound so nice."

Zhou Ji remained expressionless and lowered his head, saying, "This subordinate dares not."

"Dare not?" Xu Chongshan glanced at the armed guards at the door, his eyes darkening, and sneered, "Is this what he means by 'daring not'?"

Zhou Ji did not answer, but simply turned slightly to the side, "Master, please."

Xu Chongshan's trusted aide angrily said, "Zhou Ji, this is insubordination!"

Zhou Ji raised his eyes and glanced over indifferently. The next moment, the guards stepped forward, disarmed the confidant, and pinned him to the ground.

Zhou Ji remained calm and composed: "Master Jia said that no one is allowed to bring guns into the Xu family's old residence today."

The trusted aide struggled, shouting, "Insolence!"

Zhou Ji didn't look at him, but said to Xu Chongshan, "Master, don't make things difficult for your subordinate."

Xu Chongshan stared at him for a long time before finally standing up. "Okay."

He sneered, "I'd like to see how he plans to end this today."

Zhou Ji simultaneously sent people to the second, third, and fifth households. Ostensibly for protection, it was in reality a form of house arrest.

The second wife had just heard about the incident involving the fourth wife and was about to contact the Shen family and several clan elders when her phone was taken away by the guards before she could even make the call.

Xu Qingyao, the eldest sister of the third branch, was pruning branches in the flower room when she heard the noise. She only raised her eyes slightly. She was wearing a beige dress, her long hair was tied back, her eyebrows and eyes were aloof, and she was holding silver scissors in her hand.

The guard bowed his head: "Third Miss, Master Jia requests your presence at the Golden Sandalwood Pavilion."

Xu Qingyao calmly put down the scissors. "I understand."

She didn't ask any more questions, but glanced at the gradually brightening sky in the distance, a faint hint of contemplation appearing in her eyes.

The fifth branch is the most chaotic.

The youngest daughter of the fifth wife, Xu Qining, was awakened and came out throwing a tantrum, still wearing a coat: "Why did you take my phone? I want to call Dad!"

The guard offered no explanation, simply standing at the doorway: "Fifth Miss, please."

Xu Chengzhou, the youngest son of the fifth wife, was also woken up. He came out of his room with messy hair and still wearing his pajamas, looking very upset: "What's all the noise about?"

He saw the row of black-clad guards at the door, and his sleepiness vanished instantly. His first reaction wasn't fear, but rather a frown as he stepped in front of his sister, demanding, "Who let you in?"

Zhou Ji, who was always taciturn and reserved, simply lowered his head and replied, "Fifth Young Master, Master Jia invites you to come with him."

Xu Chengzhou sneered: "Invite? Is this what you call inviting?"

He reached for his phone, but a guard stepped forward and decisively pressed down on his wrist.

Xu Qining screamed in fright, "Don't touch my brother!"

Xu Wenzhou's face darkened completely. In the young man's still-developing eyes, there was a fierce anger that came from being offended. "Let go."

The guards didn't relax; they didn't move an inch.

Xu Wenzhou stared at them for a long while, then suddenly laughed: "Okay."

He draped his coat over his sister's shoulders and whispered, "Stop fooling around, come with me."

After saying that, he looked up at the guard at the door and said in a cold tone, "Lead the way."

……

People from each branch of the Xu family were successively "invited" into the Golden Sandalwood Pavilion.

On either side of the ebony bridge, guards in black stood with guns at their sides. The mist lingered in the black stone lotus pond, water droplets rolled on the lotus leaves, yet the lights inside the building were blindingly bright.

Xu Chongshan was the first to step into the water pavilion, and he immediately saw the four members of the family who were being held in the side hall.

The fourth wife's hands were bound, her hair was disheveled, and her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Several of her nephews were held down on the ground, with Chai Ye's men standing behind them.

Chai sat on a mahogany armchair, his long legs casually propped up, twirling a short knife in his hand.

Upon seeing Xu Chongshan enter, he didn't get up, but simply greeted him lazily, "Patriarch."

Xu Chongshan's eyes grew even colder. "Chai Ye, who gave you the audacity?"

Chai also tucked the short knife into his palm and grinned, "Naturally, it's Master Jia."

The moment the two words were spoken, the waterside pavilion fell silent.

The faces of the second, third, and fifth family members who entered one after another changed upon seeing this scene.

Zhou Ji followed him in, glanced at Chai Ye on the chair, and frowned: "Chai Ye."

Chai touched his nose, stood up dejectedly, and offered his seat to Xu Chongshan.

The second wife immediately sneered, "Xu Yuanjia doesn't really think he can seize power by controlling us, does he?"

She was still wearing an expensive shawl, but her makeup was somewhat messy, and there was obvious anger in her eyes.

The fifth wife's younger sister, Xu Qining, was young and had always been spoiled and willful. She couldn't help but chime in, "That's right. Even if he forced Father to stay here today, he still wouldn't become the true head of the Xu family without the approval of all eight elders!"