Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Wu Dengsheng was pinned to the table with his arms twisted behind his back by Zhou Ji. The red light of the recording pen was flashing against his carotid artery, like a miniature bomb that could explode at any moment.

The color drained from his face, and sweat trickled down his temples, dripping along his jawline onto the collar of his silk shirt.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Chai Ye, his lips trembling, and his voice squeezed out from his throat: "Brother Chai... Brother Chai, save me!"

Chai stood there, his hands in his pockets, his scarred face expressionless.

He glanced at Zhou Ji, then at Wu Dengsheng, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and said in a nonchalant tone, "You're begging me? Aren't you supposed to be so capable? Weren't you just now putting your arm around my brother's shoulder and cursing Master Jia?"

Wu Dengsheng almost cried: "I don't know, Brother Chai! I don't know he is—"

"There are many things you don't know," Zhou Ji interrupted him, stating a fact that didn't need rebuttal.

"Master Jia sent me to Myanmar to see who was using the Xu family's name to swindle and deceive people. I've only just arrived to find that you've managed to manage yourself quite well and even erected a facade of legitimacy in your territory."

Zhou Ji glanced down at the gold chain around Wu Dengsheng's neck. "He knows how to live frugally."

Wu Dengsheng's legs had gone weak; if Zhou Ji hadn't been holding him by the back of his collar, he probably would have already slid to the ground.

He turned to look at Chai Ye again, his eyes filled with cries for help.

Chai also crossed his arms, leaned against the sandalwood cabinet next to him, tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on Xu Yuanjia before quickly looking away.

Chai also found out, cleared his throat, and said to Zhou Ji, "Zhou Ji, when did Jia Ye's men start meddling so much? It's not your place to interfere in things here in Myanmar, is it?"

Zhou Ji lifted his eyelids to look at him, a faint smile playing on his lips, cold as a blade:

"Chai Ye, you mind your own business, and I'll mind mine. It's your business if you call him brother, but it's my business if he uses Master Jia's name to swindle and cheat."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Besides, instead of staying in your own territory, you're coming here to stand up for others. Isn't that overstepping your bounds?"

The two exchanged barbs, their words dripping with sarcasm and tension, creating a palpable tension in the air.

But after watching from behind for a while, Shi Luyu felt that something was not quite right.

They were exchanging sharp words, but their eyes kept glancing in the same direction—in Xu Yuanjia's direction.

The way they glanced at each other was strange, like two actors rehearsing their lines while secretly watching the director's expression.

Xu Yuanjia leaned against the wall, his hands in his pockets, looking nonchalant, as if he were watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

There was even a slight smile on his lips, as if he was enjoying some interesting performance.

Wu Dengsheng was caught between Zhou Ji and Chai Ye, his arms tied behind his back. To his left was Zhou Ji's cold, impersonal recording pen, and to his right was Chai Ye's helpless, indifferent face.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer, his knees buckled, and he knelt down with a thud.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!" His voice was urgent and hoarse. "I shouldn't have used Master Jia's name to swindle people, I shouldn't have talked nonsense, and I shouldn't have been so blind to his greatness!"

As he spoke, he slapped himself repeatedly across the face, left and right, the sound echoing loudly. "My mouth deserves to be hit! I'm a bastard! I'm so blind and contemptuous!"

He took a few puffs, looked up at Zhou Ji, then at Chai Ye, and finally at Xu Yuanjia.

His gaze lingered on Xu Yuanjia's face for a moment, noticing the young man standing by the wall, his posture languid, his smile faint, without any extra expression.

Wu Dengsheng shuddered, his mind racing. He said he didn't care about the money; saving lives was the priority. Although he was usually domineering, he couldn't ignore things that happened on his territory—they were all human lives at stake.

He shuffled toward the door as he spoke, his knees still rubbing against the carpet, like a crab trying to escape:

"I'll take some men to the mine first! We'll rescue them first! Brother Chai, Brother Zhou, don't worry, I'll handle this perfectly! We'll discuss your plans when we get back!"

He spoke with great conviction, but his eyes were already glancing towards the doorway.

He had a different plan in mind: to get out of this godforsaken place first, get in the car and drive into the mountains, as far away as possible. To hell with the mining area, the rescue, and Master Jia's men!

Watching Wu Dengsheng scramble toward the door, Zhou Ji didn't stop him. He took out his phone from his pocket and pressed the screen.

The hall door was pushed open from the outside, and two men in black walked in, escorting two people on either side: a woman in her forties, wearing a traditional Burmese sarong, her hair tied up at the back of her head, her face streaked with tears.

Next to him was a seven or eight-year-old boy, who was being half-carried and half-dragged in by the men in black, and was crying and trembling.

Wu Dengsheng froze. He was rooted to the spot, half-squatting and half-crawling, his expression shifting from fear to deathly pale, and then to a look of utter resignation and despair.

His lips trembled several times before he finally managed to utter, "You...you all..."

Zhou put his phone away and calmly ordered, "Take your men to the mining area."

He concluded by adding, "I believe you will come back."

Wu Dengsheng got up. He glanced back at his wife and children, who were being held in the corner of the hall, gritted his teeth, and turned to walk out the door.

His back was hunched over, as if he had been crushed.

Chai stood still, looking at Zhou Ji, raising one eyebrow.

Zhou Ji didn't look at him, but instead focused his gaze on Xu Yuanjia, and nodded slightly.

Xu Yuanjia straightened up, took Shi Luyu's hand, and said in a lazy voice with a hint of nonchalant laughter, "Let's go, sweetie, let's go see how they rescued people."