Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly looked at Xu Chongshan: "Dad, say something!"

Xu Chongshan did not speak immediately. His gaze swept over the furnishings in the waterside pavilion, over the four people who were being held down, over Zhou Ji and Chai Ye, and finally landed on the end of the long bridge outside the door.

His eyes were incredibly complex, showing anger, surprise, and above all, a belated confirmation.

Xu Yuanjia really took action.

Moreover, they acted faster, more ruthlessly, and more thoroughly than he had anticipated.

The third sister, Xu Qingyao, stood at the back of the crowd, remaining silent throughout. She was neither as angry as the second wife nor as flustered as Xu Qining.

He simply watched Zhou Ji and Chai Ye's positions, observed the distribution of guards, and glanced at Xu Chongshan's expression.

She quickly lowered her eyes, already understanding.

Xu Yuanjia's coup today was by no means a spur-of-the-moment event; clearly, it was a pre-planned operation to reap the rewards.

The fourth wife suddenly struggled to raise her head, her voice shrill: "Where are the clan elders? I want to see the clan elders! Xu Yuanjia drove Chenglin to his death, illegally detained the fourth wife's family, and even imprisoned the entire Xu family! The clan elders will never tolerate him!"

As soon as she shouted, the others echoed her:

"Yes, let the clan elders come out!"

"The Xu family doesn't belong to Xu Yuanjia alone!"

"No matter how crazy he is, he can't break the clan rules!"

The sounds inside the waterside pavilion grew increasingly chaotic, and Zhou Ji and Chai Ye exchanged a glance across the crowd.

Chai raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Ji nodded, then stepped forward. His voice was not loud, but it clearly drowned out the noise of the crowd: "Since everyone wants to see the clan elder..."

He turned slightly to the side door and said, "Then please invite the clan elders to come out."

Everyone's expressions brightened, and they all turned to look.

A glimmer of hope flashed in the second wife's eyes.

Fifth wife Xu Qining, as if she had found something to rely on, immediately raised her chin.

But soon, the expressions on their faces froze in utter astonishment.

The side door was opened, and eight clan elders were brought out by Xu Yuanjia's men.

There were no mahogany chairs, no teacups, and none of the imposing presence that usually surrounded him.

They were handcuffed and chained to the ankles. The oldest man, supported by two guards on either side, was pale and his chest heaving violently.

The waterside pavilion fell into a deathly silence.

The second wife's fingers trembled, and she almost lost her balance.

Xu Qining's eyes widened: "How could this be..."

Xu Yanqing, from a collateral branch of the third family, murmured in disbelief, "How could this be! How could even the clan elders..."

Xu Yanqing was the eldest grandson of the third branch of the family. He always followed the clan elders and was usually very good at reading the political winds. Last night, he heard that the three clan elders were preparing to join forces with their respective people to deal with Xu Yuanjia. How come they all became prisoners overnight?

Xu Qingyao glanced at Xu Yanqing but remained silent.

His expression was unusually calm, but a quick glance of deliberation crossed his eyes, and he had already made a new decision.

The eight clan elders were brought into the hall.

One of the clan elders was over seventy years old, with white hair. He was the most strict about clan rules and also disapproved of Xu Yuanjia's ruthlessness.

Forced to a stop, he abruptly shook off the guards' support, his face contorted with anger: "Children, don't be afraid!"

His voice was hoarse, but he deliberately raised it, as if trying to maintain his last shred of dignity in front of everyone, "Even if Xu Yuanjia points a gun at me, I will never agree to let such a ruthless person as him take power in the Xu family!"

Upon hearing this, the four families immediately grasped at it as if it were a lifeline.

The fourth wife cried out, "Grandpa! You must avenge Chenglin! Xu Yuanjia killed him, and he wants to kill us too!"

The clan elder angrily declared, "The Xu family's century-old legacy must not be handed over to this heartless madman!"

Zhou remained expressionless, while Chai chuckled and slapped the dagger into his palm: "Old man, you still have a pretty loud voice."

The clan elder glared at him angrily: "You lackey, how dare you speak!"

Just as Chai was about to get up, a low, lazy voice suddenly came from outside the waterside pavilion, "Uncle, you have such a bad temper, be careful not to hurt yourself."

The man's tone was unhurried, his words laced with sarcasm, and a hint of nonchalant laughter.

The entire waterside pavilion fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked towards the doorway at the same time.

At the end of the long bridge, the morning light is shining in from outside the Jintan Water Pavilion.

Xu Yuanjia walked slowly, wearing a perfectly tailored pure black suit with a neatly defined waistline. His shoulders and back were upright, and as his long legs crossed the ebony bridge, the sound of his red-soled leather shoes on the ground was clear and composed.

Her hair was neatly combed back, revealing her fair and delicate forehead and sharp brow bones.

The man wore black leather gloves, his fingers long and slender, the cufflinks on his wrists gleaming coldly. He exuded a clean, noble air, yet also a dangerous aura, like a young ruler forged from the crucible of power and bloodshed.

He was followed by two armies.

A group of Shen family guards under my maternal grandfather's command.

The other one is the core guard unit under Xu Chongshan's command.

Everyone's expression changed when they saw that team.

Xu Chongshan narrowed his eyes, neither speaking nor showing any anger, but simply watching silently.

The captain of the guards walked half a step behind Xu Yuanjia, his posture respectful and his eyes fixed straight ahead.

The answer is already before everyone: Xu Chongshan's knife is now in Xu Yuanjia's hands.

Inside the waterside pavilion, all of Xu Yuanjia's men made way for him as he appeared.

The gun barrel dropped, and the feet stepped back.

Zhou bowed his head, and Chai stood up.

Even the guards who were holding the four branches of the family and the clan elders bowed their heads at the same time.

"Master Jia!" The voices rang out in unison inside the Golden Sandalwood Pavilion.

Heavy, deep, and uniform.

It seemed to represent a declaration that something had been settled.

Xu Yuanjia walked in slowly and deliberately. He didn't look at Xu Chongshan or the clan elders first.

He simply raised his hand as he walked, slowly removing his black leather gloves. The movement was elegant, leisurely, and even pleasing to the eye.

But no one present dared to still regard him as the handsome and carefree young master of the Xu family's younger generation.

He casually handed his glove, which was twirled between his fingers, to Zhou Ji beside him. Then, he glanced around.

His gaze was calm, yet the way he stared at everyone present made them feel as if they had a sharp blade behind them, sending chills down their spines.

Xu Yuanjia's lips slowly curved into a smile, lazy and beautiful, with an undisguised arrogance.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice languid and soft, as if he were attending an ordinary family dinner.

"Good morning, everyone..." He paused slightly, a smile spreading across his eyes.

"My dear family."