Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

A grand chair was placed in the center of the late-night food stall. Xu Yuanjia crossed his long legs, his expression as gloomy as the sky before a storm.

Zhou Ji and his men lay prone at the sewer opening, digging with wire hooks, tweezers, and flashlights. Two fully armed soldiers squatted nearby, guns slung over their backs, and strainers borrowed from the kitchen in their hands.

"Sir, this hole is too deep, the hook can't reach it..." Zhou Ji was covered in sweat.

Xu Yuanjia tapped the armrest with his fingertips, his tone leaving no room for argument: "If you can't reach it, dig down."

Zhou Ji stared at the fist-sized sewer opening, remained silent for a moment, then turned and waved to the people behind him: "Tear down this section of pipe."

Several men in black rushed into the kitchen and, to the shop owner's horrified gaze, forcibly sawed off the entire section of PVC pipe connecting to the sewer. The pipe lay across the floor, and Zhou Ji lay down, shining a flashlight from one end to the other.

"Sir, there's nothing inside..."

Xu Yuanjia stood up, walked to the pipe, squatted down, and took a look himself. The pipe walls were damp, and apart from silt and a few rotten vegetable leaves, there was nothing else.

The current had long since washed the necklace into a deeper culvert.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his expression was frighteningly calm: "Open all the sewers on this street."

Chai was standing to the side, his lips twitching. When he met Xu Yuanjia's gaze, he swallowed his words and quickly turned to wave to his subordinates: "Go and get two water pumps."

The atmosphere on the whole street became extremely eerie.

Late at night, a row of black armored vehicles were parked in front of the late-night food stall. Fully armed men in black were using shovels to pry open manhole covers, and others were carrying water pumps to fill the sewers.

The lights were blinding, and the machines were roaring; anyone who didn't know better would think they were conducting some kind of military exercise.

Shi Luyu came down from the street next door after smelling the fried rice noodles.

She edited videos until 1 a.m., and her stomach was so empty that she felt anxious. She changed her coat and went downstairs.

She frequented the late-night food stalls near her apartment. The owner, a Chinese woman, knew her and would always give her two extra slices of char siu.

She froze as she turned the corner.

The entire street was brightly lit. Several black SUVs and two military vehicles were parked on the roadside, and dozens of people dressed in black stood by the roadside, holding all sorts of strange tools—shovels, crowbars, ladles… and even a noodle strainer borrowed from the kitchen?

They were gathered around a sewer manhole, as if holding some kind of emergency meeting.

The most conspicuous one was Chai Ye. He stood beside the well, holding a flashlight in his hand, the scar on his face particularly striking under the light.

Shi Luyu blinked, confirming that she hadn't misread it:

"Brother Shiba?"

Chai Ye froze. He slowly turned around and saw Shi Luyu standing across the street, her expression changing from shock to confusion, and then from confusion to an inexplicable panic.

"Miss Shi." His voice was a half-tone higher than usual, as if he were reminding someone.

Xu Yuanjia, who was standing to the side, twitched his ears slightly and looked down at Zhou Ji, who was climbing up from the manhole.

wellhead.

Zhou Ji's head popped out of the sewer. His face was covered in ash, his hair was covered in cobwebs from who-knows-when, and he was carrying a drain hose borrowed from the kitchen.

Zhou Ji must never appear in front of his darling.

Good boy, get to know Zhou Ji.

Zhou was caught off guard. Before he could even climb up, Xu Yuanjia snatched the hose from his hand and kicked him back into the sewer without any mercy.

Xu Yuanjia didn't forget to use one hand to slam the heavy manhole cover shut with a "bang".

Shi Luyu walked over, her gaze sweeping over the men in black, then over the shovels and water pump on the ground, finally landing on Chai Ye's face. "Brother, what are you doing?"

Chai opened his mouth, but no words came out.

"Goodness." Xu Yuanjia then turned around gracefully, glanced at Shi Luyu, and looked as calm as if they had just bumped into each other in a supermarket.

"Brother?! What are you doing here?" Shi Luyu's mouth hung open.

Xu Yuanjia casually tossed the water pipe aside and dusted off his hands.

"My older brother is mentoring me in a part-time job," he said casually, "a volunteer repairing sewer pipes."

Chai Ye's face twitched again, his mind racing. As a soldier who had faced life and death on the battlefield for many years, he felt he should be able to handle this situation.

"Yes." Chai cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady.

"We... no! I mean... Xiao Xu, Xiao Xu is a kind-hearted person. He takes time out of his week to volunteer and serve the community."

Shi Luyu's gaze swept back and forth between the two men several times. Chai Ye's face was still covered in dust, and his clothes were dirty; he definitely looked like he had been doing manual labor all night. Although his expression was a little unnatural, his tone was quite sincere when he said "serving the community."

"You guys are amazing," Shi Luyu said, her tone filled with genuine admiration. "You're still doing volunteer work so late."

Xu Yuanjia walked over and reached out to touch her head. His fingers still had some mud on them, which he rubbed onto her forehead, leaving a faint gray mark.

"Why did you come down?" He looked down at her, his voice soft, completely different from the coldness he displayed when speaking to the others present.

I'm hungry and want a late-night snack.

Xu Yuanjia glanced at the still-lit noodle stall across the street and gestured with his chin toward the proprietress. The proprietress, who was hiding behind the stall and peeking at what was happening, was so startled by his gesture that she almost dropped the soup ladle she was holding.

"A bowl of beef brisket noodles, with char siu and lots of vegetables," he said.

The proprietress nodded frantically, turned around to cook noodles, her hands still trembling.

"Brother, have you eaten? Do you want to eat together?" Shi Luyu asked.

Xu Yuanjia glanced at Chai Ye. Chai Ye immediately shook his head, his movements so fast it was as if his neck was cramping: "We've already eaten."

"We've already eaten." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"I'm very full," a man in black whispered in agreement, even though he hadn't eaten anything all night except compressed biscuits.