As Fang Yang was being escorted by a group of people into Lido, Hei Pi approached and whispered in his ear, “Uncle Qing is also here.”

Fang Yang’s expression remained unchanged as he strode deeper into the place, responding indifferently, “Oh? Just him?”

“He’s here to support Ye Jingsheng’s event. Today is the third day.”

“Heh, old pervert.” Fang Yang paused slightly. However, that flamboyant man, who had just arrived at Lido a week ago, had indeed caught his attention, which was quite rare. What was his name? Right, Ye Jingsheng… Ha, a renowned reputation, he had to see for himself.

As he was thinking, Zhong Qinglin had already stood up from his chair, smiling warmly and waving at him, “Ah Yang, I had a premonition when I was offering incense today that I would see you. Sure enough, my lucky star is shining!”

Zhong Qinglin was a devout Buddhist, even making annual pilgrimages to the Ganges for fasting and pilgrimage. From the outside, he looked no different from any kindly old man in the world, but anyone who had mingled in the underworld knew that he had secured his position as the second in command of Hongyun by cracking open Pei Likang’s mouth. Of course, after Inspector Pei, once formidable and commanding, was carried out, no one would regard him as human again.

“Uncle Qing!” Fang Yang also put on a smile and gave the other man a big hug, “I haven’t seen you for about half a year since the last meeting!”

“You’re expanding your business more and more; it’s hard to believe you still remember an old fool like me, truly rare!” Zhong Qinglin let out a high-pitched laugh, his sagging cheeks pulled so vigorously by his smile that they burst into numerous folds, like a chrysanthemum, furiously blooming around his nose.

“Uncle Qing, what are you talking about? It’s all thanks to your support and presence,” Fang Yang lit a cigarette for him and helped him sit down, “It’s rare for you to grace Lido with your presence; I wouldn’t dare not to come to see you.”

“Ah Yang, you speak so gently, but what about that incident last month in Yau Ma Tei?”

Fang Yang continued to smile, but Hei Pi couldn’t help but interject, “They started it first—”. Fang Yang shot him a glance, and he immediately fell silent and stepped aside.

“It’s just the kids being foolish, making a fuss. Those who deserved punishment have been punished.”

At that moment, they heard the announcement, “Mr. Ye has arrived.”

Both men looked up to see Ye Jingsheng striding in confidently, his head held high, a stark contrast to the man Zhong Qinglin seemed to favor.

Fang Yang was slightly taken aback; he had imagined Zhong Qinglin’s type to be more effeminate, but Ye Jingsheng was anything but that. His black hair was tied back in strands, thrown behind his head, his eyes wild and defiant, his demeanor one of reckless abandon. He wore a fur coat open at the front, paired with low-rise jeans that hung from his hips, revealing solid bronze muscles.

Ye Jingsheng undoubtedly saw Fang Yang but gave him only a fleeting, mocking glance, a provocative spark flashing in his eyes.

Fang Yang raised an eyebrow, involuntarily shifting his sitting position. If one word could describe Ye Jingsheng, it would be sexy—a man oozing sexiness to his core.

“Boss Zhong.” Ye Jingsheng slouched onto the sofa, casually nodded to Zhong Qinglin as a greeting, and snapped his fingers at the bar, “Ah Mon, a Tequila, please.”

Zhong Qinglin, not put off by his brashness, instead chuckled and grabbed his hand, “You this casual with your boss too? Not everyone’s as easy-going as this old man.”

“Boss?” Ye Jingsheng’s lips tightened slightly, then he finally looked directly at Fang Yang.

“Nice to meet you,” he said casually, tilting his head back and downing the drink. Everyone around sucked in a breath; they knew Ye Jingsheng was fearless, but no one expected him to be this bold in front of Fang Yang. Zhong Qinglin seemed amused, yet couldn’t help chiding, “Ah Sheng, how can you be so rude?!”

Jingsheng just smirked, not saying a word, and after a few drinks tried to coax Zhong Qinglin into dancing, causing the old man to protest, “I’m too old for this, my limbs aren’t what they used to be!” Ye Jingsheng had to take to the dance floor himself, as if it had been arranged beforehand, and the crowd parted for him.

Fang Yang appeared to be casually chatting with those nearby, but his gaze inevitably drifted to the dance floor. Though unfamiliar with dancing, he could tell that Ye Jingsheng was a master at it. His dance moves were intense and forceful, devoid of any softness or femininity, electrifying the entire room.

He was undeniably the king under the spotlight.

Ye Jingsheng looked up, his eyes slightly narrowed, his provocative gaze shooting straight at Fang Yang, who couldn’t understand why a mere male prostitute exuded such disdain for the world.

Almost immediately, Fang Yang sensed that Ye Jingsheng was coming for him. As the music surged, his waist gyrated more intensely, and with a slow, teasing twist of his hand, he caressed his own abs, gradually moving lower, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans, slightly revealing a deep shadow.

Fang Yang could almost hear the heavy breathing of those around him. Whether or not he was interested in men was no longer the point; in the presence of someone this alluring, who could remain unaffected?

At that moment, Ye Jingsheng’s hand leisurely moved upwards, lingering on his chest, while his eyes, incredibly, remained fixed on Fang Yang. Even with several people between them, Fang Yang could still feel the intensity of that burning gaze.

The sensually chaotic dance was not only seductive, but utterly hot and enticing!

That hand seemed to glide to his back in an instant, tracing the curves of his ass with deliberate motions. As it reached the space between his cheeks, it jabbed inward with a subtle twist of his lower body, triggering an eruption of excited howls from those around.

Fang Yang felt a rush of heat surge below his abdomen. This man was like a snake, a deadly sexy snake.

“Liao Qiu.” He crooked his finger, Liao Qiu bowed his head expressionlessly, “What’s Ye Jingsheng’s background?”

“He’s Hei Pi’s brother in the welfare institute. Disappeared for a few years, now he’s back saying he’s short on money, volunteering for this fucking job.”

Fang Yang sneered coldly, watching the men in front of him and shook his head softly: “Bullshit.”

“Yang ge thinks this guy is shady? Then we should fucking check his background—”

Fang Yang waved his hand, his gaze meeting Ye Jingsheng’s in the midst of the wild dance, sparks flying intensely: “Even if he’s shady, I’m going to fuck him first.”

Liao Qiu was taken aback; he knew Fang Yang had this preference. Playing around with a boy or two was common in the gang, but Ye Jingsheng was someone Zhong Qing had his eyes on. Was Fang Yang really going to tear up all pretense of peace with Zhong Qing for such a person? “Yang ge…” he couldn’t help but speak out.

Fang Yang motioned for him to be quiet: “Don’t worry, he’s not worth it.”

As the dance ended, Ye Jingsheng picked up a bottle of ice mineral water and poured it over his head, then comfortably shook his hair: “Refreshing!” Zhong Qinglin’s face was flushed, loudly calling him over. Ye Jingsheng stood in front of him, tilting his head, “What’s up, Boss Zhong?”

At this point, Zhong Qinglin couldn’t care if there were others around and pressed his palm: “Little thing, you free to accompany this old man tonight?”

Ye Jingsheng chuckled, deliberately bowing his head close to his ear and asked, “Can’t Boss Zhong wait?” His gaze, however, passed over Zhong Qinglin’s shoulder, sticking to Fang Yang not far away, with seven parts teasing, two parts provocation, and one part fierceness.

Great eyes. Fang Yang smiled, why not play along? He raised his glass, nodding slightly towards him.

Zhong Qinglin took that as an agreement, stood up intending to pull Ye Jingsheng over his shoulder, but given the height difference, which seemed rather comical, he had to give up.

As the group was preparing to head outside, one of Zhong Qinglin’s men suddenly rushed in, his expression panicked, handing him a cell phone. Zhong Qinglin impatiently took the phone, his expression changed immediately, and looking up at the still calm and composed Fang Yang, he whispered, “Keep it down, I’m on my way.”

“Boss Zhong?” Ye Jingsheng smiled slightly.

Zhong Qinglin forced a smile: “I have something urgent today, I’ll find you another day.”

“Another day? That might be too late.” Ye Jingsheng deliberately sighed regretfully. Zhong Qinglin was just about to say more, but Fang Yang also stood up: “Uncle Qing, what’s up?”

Zhong Qinglin looked him up and down a few times, then snorted: “Just so happens, a few bars in the West were disturbed, a small matter, just having a look.”

Fang Yang feigned surprise: “How could this be? Did you find out who did it? Do you need me—”

“No need.” Zhong Qinglin coldly interrupted him, “It’s just a small matter.”

The two stood side by side watching a crowd hurriedly leaving. Ye Jingsheng turned his body, picked up the earlier glass, and said in a jesting tone: “The West? Why not make a bigger mess? Fang Yang, you don’t seem like such a coward.”

The voice was loud—loud enough that everyone within ten meters could hear clearly. Liao Qiu’s face changed, and Hei Pi looked like he was about to faint: “Ah Sheng… Ah Sheng… what nonsense are you talking about? Yang ge…he, he’s drunk~”

Fang Yang laughed heartily, patted Ye Jingsheng’s shoulder: “Come.” Before entering the room, he also said to the people standing outside like statues: “Whoever comes in gets thrown out, got it?”

The door closed and Ye Jingsheng shrugged: “Boss, any instructions?”

“You’re proud because I sent people to mess up Zhong Qinglin’s territory?” He reached out and pinched his cheek. Even though Ye Jingsheng didn’t resist, that handsome face still carried an untamable wild charm.

“…Or did you come here deliberately for me?” As the words left his mouth, Fang Yang suddenly clenched his fist and punched him square in the face. Caught off guard by the brutal blow, Ye Jingsheng stumbled back several steps and crashed heavily into the door!

Ye Jingsheng knitted his brows, spat out a mouthful of blood-streaked saliva, and glared at him with cold fury.

Fang Yang stepped closer and challenged, “What’s my relationship with Uncle Qing? Would I really fall out over a little male prostitute? Ye Jingsheng, no matter your background, you’re too damn arrogant.” As he spoke, he suddenly leaned forward. Unexpectedly, a warm thing blocked his lips.

Before Fang Yang could react, Ye Jingsheng, foreseeing his move, grabbed his wrist and flipped over, pinning Fang Yang against the door. Their chests pressing against each other through the shirts, the contact scorchingly hot.

Between breaths, Ye Jingsheng managed to say, “You’re right… I came here just for you!” His hands moved hastily, tugging at Fang Yang’s shirt and fumbling with the buckle of his trousers. Fang Yang grabbed his wrist in response, snapping, “What the hell are you doing?”

Ye Jingsheng fingers brushed against the hot edge of his erection, and let out a rough, short laugh: “Fucking you. Yang ge, how can you be this hard?”

The darkness in Fang Yang’s eyes deepened. He tightened his grip and growled lowly, “Ye Jingsheng!” Realizing this kid was definitely up to something, Fang Yang thought, ‘Why is he plotting to get close to me?!’ But despite his suspicions, his hand instinctively pushed down further, and both men let out a gasp of surprise!

The cool touch of Ye Jingsheng’s fingers on the scorching rod was instinctive as he gripped and roughly circled it, his movements fiery, passionate, and anything but gentle. The zipper scraped upward, drawing a sharp gasp from Fang Yang, who panted heavily, craving more pressure. He thrust his hips forward, but Ye Jingsheng’s hand teasingly pulled back, twisting playfully to torment him further.

Fang Yang exclaimed internally, ‘Fuck it! I don’t care anymore!’ Overcome with desire, he thought, ‘Even if Ye Jingsheng was sent by the heavenly king himself, I would fuck him first!’

The burning desire ignited a sharp, searing pain in his groin. He slipped his foot between Ye Jingsheng’s legs and thrust forward, catching him completely off guard. Fang Yang arched his knee and pressed fiercely, rubbing roughly and even adding a deliberate twist.

“Ah! Ha—” Ye Jingsheng moaned in excitement as Fang Yang grabbed him, and together they rolled onto the ground, their lips locked in an intense, fiery kiss.

“Fuck! You really are a born whore.”

In the heat of the moment, Fang Yang shouted urgently, twisting a nipple on Ye Jingsheng’s chest, pinching it hard as if to punish.

Ye Jingsheng smiled while holding Fang Yang’s face, his tongue delicately licking across his chin, lingering to his neck, sucking hard on his Adam’s apple: “I…I’m not into just anyone’s—”

“Oh?” One of Fang Yang’s hands was already frantically molesting Ye Jingsheng’s ass through the jeans, even gripping a fist between the cheeks to rub, while the other hand eagerly tugged at Jingsheng’s belt.

“Wait, wait a sec,” Ye Jingsheng slurred, pushing Fang Yang’s hands away. He straightened up abruptly and yanked down Fang Yang’s trousers.

“Hmm!!!” Fang Yang arched up, grabbing Ye Jingsheng’s shoulder, panting: “Do me quick!” Almost simultaneously, Ye Jingsheng’s hand clutched Fang Yang’s cock, tormenting it by kneading and stroking, sweat covering his masculine face.

“I want you—to suck—” Fang Yang gritted his teeth, not feeling this request was too much to ask, he considered it his due.

Ye Jingsheng’s eyes darkened and he said in a deep voice: “Don’t rush!” then bent down to continue kissing Fang Yang madly, his tongue stirring and rolling in his mouth. He peeled away the edge of Fang Yang’s underwear and pinched the tip hard. Fang Yang’s excited throat struggled to spit out a few words: “Fast… let… me cum—I want…”

Ye Jingsheng flicked lightly and teased, “Not just yet!”

Fang Yang grabbed his arm, his face twisted with unbearable desire: “Ye Jingsheng!!”

Ye Jingsheng suddenly broke free, turning sideways to grab a glass conveniently placed nearby. With one hand gripping the glass and the other squeezing the frighteningly hard cock, he pressed it into the half-drunk remnants of alcohol.

The alcohol nearly burned as it touched! Fang Yang screamed out in pain—”Ah”—it should have been painful, after all, it was scorchingly painful there, but beyond this pain was a bone-deep, exhilarating pleasure!

“Ah, ha—Ye, Ye Jingsheng—you fucking bastard—I’m going to fuck you to death—ahhh!”

Streams of cloudy fluid shot into the clear glass, the liquid slowly streaked down the wall, mingling with the alcohol, gradually diffusing.

Fang Yang, his face flushed red, panted heavily, staring like a maniac at the snake-like, wicked man before him. “Ye Jingsheng, you pervert…” he growled.

“I’m a pervert?” Ye Jingsheng laughed, leaning in closer, his warm breath brushing against Fang Yang’s flushed cheeks. “You just came like that—aren’t you the real pervert? Useless thing,” he sneered.

Fang Yang’s mind exploded in fury. At this moment, he only wanted to destroy this man. “Come here!” he commanded. His cell phone rang insistently, but Fang Yang ignored it, throwing his suit jacket into the corner, spreading his legs, and repeating with seething hatred, “Come here!”

Ye Jingsheng stared at him for a long while, then suddenly seemed to retract all his claws and fangs, submissively laying across Fang Yang’s waist. He continuously rubbed his hard cock against Fang Yang’s tight abdomen, teasingly saying, “Yang ge, don’t be mad, I was just kidding with you…”

Fang Yang jolted suddenly, feeling his cock stir back to life under the relentless stimulation. Ye Jingsheng is such a slut! he thought bitterly. Reaching casually for his jeans, ready to tug them down, he was caught off guard as Ye Jingsheng slipped away like a snake. Before he could react, Ye Jingsheng pressed up against him, sinking his teeth savagely into the artery of his neck.

He winced in pain and instinctively flipped his hand to restrain Ye Jingsheng’s shoulders. Taking the opportunity, Ye Jingsheng hugged him tightly, his hands moving chaotically to massage Fang Yang’s back. Suddenly, Fang Yang felt a looseness around his waist as something slipped away from his body, jolting him awake. Instinctively, he reached behind.

Nothing there!

He looked up, only to find the cold barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.

Ye Jingsheng’s clothes were disheveled, his chest still marked with kisses, yet his gaze remained icily cold. In his other hand, he casually toyed with Fang Yang’s ever-present Desert Eagle.

In that instant, Fang Yang felt breathless.

It was those icy, cunning, and deceitful snake-like eyes.

Of course, Fang Yang was always Fang Yang. Even just a second was enough for him to regain his composure. He evened out his breathing and calmly faced him, “So it’s you.”

The one and only “King Cobra” of the world.

Ye Jingsheng chuckled nonchalantly, “I’ve told you before, I hate having a gun pointed at my head. I’m petty, so I had to take this chance to get even.”

Fang Yang’s eyebrows twitched, he silently cursed a few times, then looked up at him, “Ye Jingsheng. State your terms.”