Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Before the words were even finished, Chai's face turned green with fright: "..."

He subconsciously glanced at Xu Yuanjia—

The man behind them stood relaxed, one hand in his pocket and the other casually resting on Shi Luyu's shoulder. He looked quite nonchalant and even slightly curved his lips as if he were listening to a joke.

Shiba was sweating profusely. "Shut up!"

He kicked Wu Dengsheng in the back of the knee, his voice cracking, "How dare you disrespect Master Jia! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Wu Dengsheng was kicked so hard he almost knelt down, clutching his leg and looking completely bewildered. "Brother Chai, I was just speaking up for you, wasn't I?"

"Who asked you to speak up for me!" Chai's temples were bulging with veins. "If you dare to speak ill of Jia again—"

He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

Wu Dengsheng was completely oblivious to what was wrong and was only focused on ingratiating himself, saying, "Brother Chai, don't worry, I understand, I understand everything."

"I definitely won't use Jia Ye's name anymore. That kind of empty title can't compare to your sincerity. People in the industry talk about Jia Ye as if he's some kind of mystical figure, but I've been in this business for so many years and I've never even met him."

He got more and more excited as he spoke, even lowering his voice to sound like he was being completely honest, "To be honest, whether there is such a person as Master Jia in this world is still debatable."

"Instead of following the trend to worship that so-called Master Jia, it's better to honestly follow Brother Chai."

Shi Luyu stood behind, completely dumbfounded.

She blinked, glanced at Chai Ye's ashen face, and then looked at Xu Yuanjia beside her, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold.

The scene suddenly veered off course in a bizarre and absurd direction.

She couldn't understand why Wu Dengsheng, who had just been so fierce, was now acting like a lackey fawning over his boss.

And... how dare he insult "Master Jia" like that?

Shiba wanted to bury this idiot right there and then.

He gritted his teeth, raised his foot, and kicked Wu Dengsheng again, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Hurry up and get things done for my brother at the mine!"

Wu Dengsheng nodded hurriedly, "I'll do it, I'll do it right away! Brother Chai, just say the word and I'll take my men over there right now!"

As he spoke, he finally noticed Xu Yuanjia, who had been standing by watching the commotion.

He paused, then his eyes darted around, and he actually grinned at Xu Yuanjia, "You may be young, but you have a good eye."

"Knowing that following Brother Chai will ensure you don't suffer any losses."

Shi Luyu: "..."

Xu Yuanjia looked at him with a half-smile: "Is that so?"

Wu Dengsheng waved his hand dismissively, his face full of certainty, "Is there even a question?"

Xu Yuanjia said slowly, "It sounds like you have some issues with 'Master Jia'?"

Chai Ye: "..."

His scalp tingled with fear; no, he even planned out where he would die.

Wu Dengsheng, completely oblivious to Chai Ye's almost ecstatic expression, suddenly perked up and asked, "Opinion?"

He laughed and actually walked over and put his arm around Xu Yuanjia's shoulder.

Shi Luyu's eyelids twitched suddenly, and she silently moved aside a little from Xu Yuanjia.

Xu Yuanjia looked down at the hand resting on his shoulder and narrowed his eyes.

Wu Dengsheng was still there, shamelessly lecturing: "Brother, let me tell you, those people outside are just ignorant and believe everything they hear."

"What Jia Ye, what Black Hawk Mask, what One Hand Covers the Sky, they're all being touted as gods."

"I've been in this industry for so many years, traveling all over the country and dealing with countless people, but I've never even seen Jia Ye's shadow."

He put his arm around Xu Yuanjia, his tone growing increasingly arrogant, "These kinds of people mostly just put on a show of virtue for themselves, and then their followers start to stir things up, and slowly they start to exaggerate their abilities."

"Those who are truly capable have long since made their abilities public. Look at our Brother Chai, who doesn't know him? Who doesn't admire him?"

"So I'm telling you, don't believe those empty promises, following Brother Chai is the right way."

"As for that Jia Ye—" he scoffed. "It's uncertain whether such a person even exists."

"Even if there really is one, it's probably just some guy hiding in the background pretending to be a ghost."

Chai no longer dared to look at Xu Yuanjia's face.

He stood there, cold sweat pouring down his face, and he even started to wonder whether he should bury Wu Dengsheng first or bury himself first.

Hsu Yuan-chia seemed to find the scene quite amusing. He let Wu Teng-sheng hug him, his eyes crinkling with laughter, his posture incredibly relaxed.

He even had the leisure to glance at Chai Ye.

That casual glance almost sent Chai away too.

Thein Sein continued, "Brother, you're good-looking and quite clever. Follow me, and I'll take you to northern Myanmar—"

Before he could finish speaking, another series of orderly footsteps came from outside the hall.

It carried an almost cold and oppressive feeling.

Wu Dengsheng subconsciously turned around. He saw a group of men in black walk in from outside. The man in the lead had a cold and stern face, his suit was impeccably tailored, and his eyes were calm and without the slightest ripple.

In that instant, Wu Dengsheng's smile froze almost instinctively.

He had indeed never met Master Jia in person. But having been in this area for a while, who hadn't heard of that name?

He acts ruthlessly and unreasonably, yet his rules are terrifyingly strict. The shadow beside Master Jia—Zhou Ji.

Wu Dengsheng's heart sank, and his gaze swept quickly over the group of men in black.

They all had cold, hard expressions, marched in unison, and wore identical black badges with gold serpent and eagle emblems on their chests. The emblem gleamed with a cold, golden light under the lamp, like the eye of a beast crouching in the darkness.

With just one glance, cold sweat broke out on Wu Dengsheng's back.

These are no ordinary guards.

They... really are Jia Ye's men.

At this moment, Zhou Ji approached, and without saying a word, grabbed Wu Dengsheng's arm and twisted it behind his back, pulling him away from Xu Yuanjia. He then pressed the recording pen against the carotid artery on the side of Wu's neck.

The moment the cold metal touched him, Wu Dengsheng's face turned pale.

Zhou Ji lowered his head slightly, his tone strangely gentle, "What did I just say about Master Jia?"

He pressed the record button, the red light flashed softly, and said, "Come on."

"I'll record it for you, say it again."