Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

The air in the warehouse seemed to freeze.

The broken iron gate lay sprawled on the ground, its steel plates twisted and deformed, with wisps of white smoke rising from its edges.

Several windows high up were smashed to pieces, and the damp sea breeze kept blowing in, stirring up dust and wood chips from the ground, mixed with the salty smell unique to the harbor.

In the distance, the ship's whistle trailed off, echoing repeatedly across the sea.

The warehouse was eerily quiet.

All eyes were on the same spot.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed steadily at Kunsa's forehead, the muzzle no more than an inch away from his brow.

Kunsa didn't dare to move. Cold sweat slid down his broken eyebrow, past the corner of his eye, and trickled into his temples.

He tried to put on a brave face, but his actions betrayed him first.

The man holding the gun was Xu Yuanjia.

Throughout the Southeast Asian underworld, everyone knows what the name "Brother Jia" means.

He didn't get to where he is today based on rumors; he got there by stepping on lives, through purges, and by repeatedly bloodily eliminating his own faction.

Almost no one who witnessed him personally firing a gun has survived to recount the entire incident.

Therefore, a saying has always circulated in this land—

When Jia Ye raises his gun, it's never a warning.

The moment the gun is raised, it means someone is going to die.

Kunsa had certainly heard of it as well.

What terrified him more than the cold, heavy sniper rifle in front of him was the person holding it.

He stared at Xu Yuanjia's calm, almost indifferent face, a chill creeping down his back, cold sweat trickling down his broken brow.

Only at this moment did he truly realize that he was facing a living Yama, a figure feared by both the legitimate and criminal worlds of Southeast Asia. The area around the warehouse was so quiet that even breathing sounded jarring.

Xu Yuanjia held the heavy sniper rifle in one hand, yet his posture remained relaxed.

His long, slender fingers gripped the gun handle firmly, his shoulders slightly hunched, and his matte black leather jacket outlined his broad, straight shoulders. The light fell along his brow bone, making his eyes appear even darker.

He lowered his eyes, his expression languid, as if admiring Kunsa's expression at that moment.

It was as if they were waiting for him to continue his performance.

Kunsha swallowed hard, forcing himself to meet Xu Yuanjia's gaze, and forced an ugly smile onto his lips.

"Xu Yuanjia." He tried to remain calm, but his voice was already somewhat strained.

"You don't dare."

Xu Yuanjia didn't speak, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

The air fell silent for another two seconds.

Kunsha felt a bit more confident.

He gritted his teeth and continued, "This is the dock, and there are so many people outside."

"If you really dare to kill me today—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

He saw Xu Yuanjia slightly raise his eyebrows and tilt his head.

The man's lips curved into a faint smile. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze lowered with a haughty and indifferent air as he glanced at him. "Finished?"

Three words, as light as a casual chat.

Kunsha inexplicably felt a chill down his spine.

He clenched his fists instinctively, still stubbornly refusing to back down, "Let me tell you, I have people behind me too."

"Something happened to me today, you..."

"Zhou Ji," Xu Yuanjia said calmly.

There was no emotion whatsoever.

Zhou responded immediately, and almost the instant the words fell, he had already stepped behind Kunsha, his movements clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

boom!

He kicked Kunsa hard in the back of the knee, the joint making a dull thud.

Kunsha suddenly collapsed, his legs giving way, and he knelt heavily on the concrete ground.

His knee struck the ground with a dull thud.

Kunsa groaned in pain and instinctively tried to stand up.

Suddenly, his shoulder sank. On the other side, Chai had already gripped his shoulder, his five fingers as hard as iron, forcefully pressing him back down.

"Kneel properly." Chai chuckled softly, his tone somewhat nonchalant.

"It's impolite to stand while talking to our master."

Kunsa's forehead veins bulged. "Let me go!"

He struggled desperately, his shoulder muscles trembling with tension.

But Zhou and Chai, one on the left and one on the right, like two iron clamps, held him firmly in place.

No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge.

Kunsha was so oppressed that he couldn't even straighten his back. This kind of suppression, which was on a completely different level, made the remaining underlings in the warehouse who were being controlled completely lose the will to resist.

The entire warehouse seemed to have become Xu Yuanjia's home turf.

He stood there the whole time, not moving an inch despite Kunsa's struggles.

He simply tilted the gun slightly, and the dark muzzle locked onto Kunsa again.

The cold metal pressed almost against Kunsa's skin, and the sense of oppression in the air suddenly increased.

Shi Luyu watched quietly. As she looked at the man standing in the center of the crowd, her heart suddenly clenched slightly.

For some reason, the scene before her eyes suddenly reminded her of the beginning of her freshman year of college.

That day, she was cornered in the teaching building's restroom by Chen Yutang and several other girls.

The door was locked from the inside, the phone was stolen, the faucet was running, and the mirror was shattered all over the floor.

She was cornered and thought that no one would really come that time.

But then, a huge roar suddenly came from outside the building.

Followed by.

"boom--"

The entire exterior wall was directly knocked down.

Bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

With a screech of brakes, a black SUV crashed into half of the school building.

At that moment, she stood in the swirling dust, staring blankly upwards.

Separated by a sky full of rubble.

To her surprise, she saw Xu Yuanjia get out of the driver's seat.

That's how it is—careless yet arrogant.

It was as if everything that trapped her was just a short distance away for him, like stepping on the gas.

At that time, she felt that this person was like a god who saved her from dire straits.

Little did they know that before the gods bestowed salvation, they had already written down the calamities themselves.

Thinking of this, Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She slowly pulled herself out of her thoughts and looked at what was in front of her again.

They both barged in, both acted irrationally, and both adopted an almost overbearing protective stance.

But now, she can no longer rush to him without hesitation, just like before.

She gazed at Xu Yuanjia quietly, and as she gazed, she suddenly realized...

He has lost a lot of weight.

In just a few days, his jawline became sharper than before, his eye sockets became deeper, and the black leather jacket he wore made him look somewhat empty.

Those eyes, which always held a lazy smile, are now somewhat listless, yet they still carry an indescribable emotion.

He looked like a knife just drawn from the cold night.

Cold and distant.

Shi Luyu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a slight prick in a certain part of her heart.

She quickly looked away, as if she were running away from something.

But that thought just wouldn't leave my mind.

It's only a few days apart.

How could he...?

She's gotten so thin.