Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Upon hearing this, even Chai, who was standing some distance away, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He had been leaning against a pillar, looking nonchalant and watching the commotion, but now he seemed to have been pricked by something, straightening up a bit, turning his head to look at Zhou Ji, his mouth almost agape.

"Huh?" Chai asked in a low voice, his expression indescribable. "Wait, did I hear that? What is she going to do?"

Zhou stood upright, staring blankly at the card table.

After a two-second pause, he answered in his methodical tone, "...Compare sizes."

Shiba was completely taken aback. "Here?"

He pointed to the ground, then to the square table in the center of the room, "Playing a game of 'big or small' with Master Jia?!"

He spoke in a very low voice, but the absurdity in his expression still couldn't be contained.

Chai really couldn't understand it. Jia Ye sat at the mahjong table every day, with billions of dollars in turnover, port cargo lines, and the lifelines of several banks in front of him, yet he might not even glance at him.

This guy actually cleared out the whole place just to sit here and play some kind of game of betting with a woman!?

It's so absurd it's almost outrageous.

Sheng Kun, who had been being held down by the men in black, had ears that were sharper than anyone else's.

Upon hearing this, he immediately stretched his neck forward, his whole body resembling a slippery, skinny fox. His eyes darted around, and he slyly interjected:

"Isn't that good? My sister-in-law, she..."

Chai initially retorted without thinking, "Good my ass, Jia Ye—"

He suddenly realized what he was saying, turned around and saw Sheng Kun. His face immediately darkened. "Damn it, it's you?"

He raised his leg and kicked Sheng Kun in the shin without any hesitation. "Get out of the way and stand still!"

Sheng Kun was kicked so hard he let out a howl and almost fell to his knees.

But he didn't dare to really dodge, so he could only hug his leg and hop on one foot twice, his wolf tail hair swaying wildly, and his whole person exuded an unlucky and slippery vibe.

Chai also sneered, his eyes sweeping over the arm with a sinister look. "Whether this arm stays or goes is still uncertain."

Sheng Kun was shocked, his face turning pale. "Huh? No way?"

He immediately craned his neck to look towards the card table, his voice trembling, "Didn't you say that if my sister-in-law was willing to play with me, you would let me go?"

Upon hearing this, Chai wanted to laugh even more: "But it still has to be our Jia-ye who wins."

He raised his chin and gestured towards the table in the middle, "Didn't you hear the bet just now? If Master Jia loses, he'll have to let the man go."

At this point, as if remembering something, he patted Zhou Ji's chest with the back of his hand, "Have you forgotten how we frantically searched all over Taimai for that person when we were playing cat and mouse?"

Zhou Ji was patted so hard he didn't even flinch, but he did think seriously for two seconds before nodding.

He spoke calmly, "So if I lose, I have to release him. If I release him, he'll be unhappy. If he's unhappy, then we..."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

Chai immediately chimed in, shrugging his shoulders with a "you'll figure it out yourself" expression on his face.

"None of us should live."

Sheng Kun's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He stood there, watching the drama unfold while utterly shocked, his expression a mix of emotions: "What?!"

He didn't even care about his aching legs anymore. "So, my sister-in-law doesn't want to be with our master? Someone of Master Jia's status actually needs to be forcibly taken from him?!"

Chai was originally born and raised in Taimai. He only learned Chinese later to learn it from Xu Yuanjia. It's not difficult for him to understand most of it.

But the moment Sheng Kun uttered those four words, his mind went blank. "Forced...what?"

He frowned, pondered for two seconds, but still couldn't figure out what the word meant.

"Of course," he blurted out instinctively, "They've even fought their way to the border to capture people."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. He turned to stare at Sheng Kun, scratched his head, and looked a little conflicted.

He looked like he wanted to ask but was too embarrassed, yet he was also about to burst if he didn't.

After a long pause, he finally coughed and said, "I'm talking about someone surnamed Sheng."

Sheng Kun immediately nodded and bowed, his businessman-like smile returning to his face.

He eagerly replied, "Yes, Brother Chai, please speak."

Chai stared at him intently: "What is... forced acquisition?"

Sheng Kun: "..."

His expression went blank for two seconds, as if he hadn't expected this guy to ask that.

Chai wasn't finished yet; he turned and patted Zhou Ji with the back of his hand, "You know what?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ji also fell into serious thought.

He's usually the kind of person who's cold and expressionless, with no extra emotion on his face.

But now he frowned, as if he were really rummaging through his brain trying to find the meaning of the word. In the end, he honestly shook his head.

"I don't understand," he said.

"All I know is that we just need to do what the master told us to do, make sure no one escapes, and make sure no one dies in the wrong place."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Kun was speechless.

Standing between these two men, one fierce and the other cold, he felt for the first time an absurd feeling that made him want to laugh.

"Seriously?" He looked at Chai Ye, then at Zhou Ji. "You two have been following Master Jia for so long, and you still haven't figured it out?"

Chai Ye and Zhou Ji exclaimed almost simultaneously, "What?"

Sheng Kun looked at him with exasperation: "Of course it's our master's mentality!"

Before he said this, two men in black were holding him down.

Before anyone could see him, he had slipped out of their grasp like a fish, and while talking, he quietly stood between Zhou Ji and Chai Ye.

Upon seeing this, the two men in black behind them exchanged glances and quickly tried to pull the person back.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Sheng Kun pulled the two apart, speaking rapidly while keeping his voice low, but still striking a pose.

"Stop touching me, you two. Can't you see I'm explaining something important to my two older brothers?"

After saying that, he quickly turned back and continued lecturing Zhou Ji and Chai Ye with a profound expression.

"If you want to make Master Jia happy, you need to figure out what he likes most. What does Master Jia like most right now? It's obviously our sister-in-law, isn't it!"

Zhou listened attentively, but still pointed out the problem meticulously: "Master Jia hasn't ordered us to call her sister-in-law yet."

Chai nodded in agreement, his face full of approval: "Yeah, that's right. She's not my sister-in-law yet."

Sheng Kun's vision blurred, and he almost couldn't catch his breath. "Not now, but soon."

He looked at the two of them with a "you two are hopeless" look, but he still had to keep trying to smooth things over.

"Oh dear, you two really don't understand what romance, ambiguity, or 'pulling each other around' means!"

Chai also blinked.

Zhou Ji also blinked.

Both of them had an expression that said, "I didn't understand, but please continue."

Sheng Kun immediately perked up, getting more and more excited as he spoke, "Think about it, someone like Master Jia, with his status, could have any woman he wanted, so why is he entangled with your sister-in-law, right?"

Chai nodded immediately: "Yes."

Zhou Ji quickly echoed, "That makes sense."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Kun perked up even more, and started gesturing with his hands.

"If he wasn't interested, why would he be here, in such a high-class, prestigious setting, just to play a game of tag with his sister-in-law?"

He chuckled as he spoke, "Comparing sizes! Playing size comparisons with our Master Jia, what's the difference between that and playing house?"

Chai nodded again: "Yes."

Zhou Ji remained serious: "That makes sense."

Sheng Kun lowered his voice slightly as he spoke.

The green-gray wolf tail swayed gently under the light, and the half-serious smile on its face faded, replaced by a genuinely serious expression.

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin toward the card table, his eyes carrying a hint of feigned profundity.

"Hey, right! If Jia-ye didn't like her, why would he, with all his busy schedule, chase after her all the way to the border, right!?"

Shiba thought about it seriously this time, "...Yes."

Without even thinking, Zhou Ji immediately replied, "That makes sense."

The more Sheng Kun talked, the more he felt he was unfathomable, and he almost floated away:

"So, don't think that Master Jia is just playing around. Maybe he's really serious this time. Otherwise, why would he need to resort to force and robbery, right?"

Chai nodded vigorously: "Yes."

He suddenly paused, his expression twisting. "Wait, so what exactly does 'forcible acquisition' mean?"

Sheng Kun: "..."

He choked.

Two seconds later, he looked at Zhou Ji incredulously, "You didn't even know it was forcibly taken? Brother Zhou didn't know either?"

Sheng Kun and Chai Ye both looked at Zhou Ji at the same time.

Zhou Ji looked at the two of them with a calm innocence on his face, and then shook his head again frankly.

Sheng Kun found it utterly unbelievable: "I'm not trying to be mean, but you two never read any books at all."

He said this while standing between two tall men.

She was as thin as a stick and much shorter than usual, yet her expression was one of deep anguish.

That scene was utterly absurd.

A short, young henchman with green-gray hair and a wolf tail stood in front of two fierce and ruthless older brothers and started telling them a romance novel.

What's even more outrageous is that the two older men listened with complete seriousness.

Sheng Kun sighed and decided to count on his fingers to show them.

"Aren't those what romance novels all about? Forced marriage, fighting and snatching, physical differences, possessiveness, a ruthless young master forcing himself on an innocent little flower, and a Southeast Asian tycoon forcibly loving me!"

"What love?" Shiba was speechless for a moment.

His eyebrows were practically scrunched up. "Who loves whom? What's wrong with the Crown Prince?"

Zhou Ji frowned this time, seemingly finally realizing the seriousness of the problem. The next second, he actually pulled out a gun from his lower back with a serious expression.

"Has someone written Jia Ye's autobiography?"

His tone was cold and stern, carrying a sense of urgency as if he were about to rush out and arrest someone. "It's even spread to the market? There's a spy."

Chai Ye: "?"

Sheng Kun: "...??"

The air was still for two seconds.

Sheng Kun slowly recovered from his utter speechlessness, and the expression on his face changed from being shrewd and adept at navigating social situations to simply being exhausted.

He had originally planned to use his words to fool the two of them and then take advantage of the chaos to slip away.

But now he completely accepts it. These two are both incredibly dense. If he keeps talking, he'll be driven crazy by them, let alone escape.

His voice became noticeably weak and feeble. "Alright, alright, I'm not going to say anything more, brothers."

"Let's watch the show, Jia-ye and his wife are about to start."

After saying that, he immediately slipped away, quickly making his way back to the two men in black. He moved so fast it was as if he was afraid that if he was even a second too late, Zhou Ji would really grab a gun and arrest the "spy who wrote Master Jia's autobiography."

Chai, still not quite finished, took half a step forward, "Hey kid, don't go! Explain yourself!"

Zhou Ji, gun raised, remained frighteningly calm: "Confess now, who wrote the book?"

Sheng Kun was driven mad by their pursuit. He grabbed the arms of the two men in black on either side of him, pulled them close, and gave the order in rapid succession:

"Hurry up, hurry up, cuff it for me!" he said, while proactively extending his hand forward.

"Do you have a hood? Put one on me, I'm suffocating!"

The two men in black stood there, their hands stiffening for a moment. Clearly, they had never seen anyone so eager to be tied up before.