Liang Qiuchi spread Mo Xin’s thighs apart with his hands, placing one leg over his own shoulder.

Mo Xin supported himself with his hands behind him, his eyelids drooping as he watched the man kneeling between his legs.

This was Liang Qiuchi’s first time giving him a blowjob. With just one glance, Mo Xin’s stiff member couldn’t wait and trembled with excitement.

Liang Qiuchi licked his bulging and veiny shaft a few times, making that proud flesh rod glisten with moisture, extremely enticing. Then, meeting Mo Xin’s gaze, he slowly took it into his mouth.

Mo Xin’s cheeks turned crimson, emitting a low gasp, and even his ass instinctively tightened a bit.

Liang Qiuchi supported the base of his legs, the slightly cold touch of the handcuffs pressing against his thigh skin, combined with the wet and agile tongue, making Mo Xin dizzy and trembling.

“Qiuchi… slow down…”

Mo Xin wanted him to slow down, but his lower body followed instinct, relentlessly pushing into the tight cavity of the mouth.

Mischievously, Liang Qiuchi deliberately used the tip of his tongue to circle around Mo Xin’s swollen glans, occasionally lightly brushing against the already secreting slit. With a little force, waves of heat surged through Mo Xin’s sensitive lower body.

Feeling like he was about to cum after just a few licks was truly embarrassing.

Suddenly, Mo Xin got tough, grabbing Liang Qiuchi’s short hair, trying to pull him away a bit to let him catch his breath.

However, when the shaft slipped out of the mouth, it made a soft “pop” sound, like a heavy bomb exploding in his ear.

Mo Xin’s face turned completely red in an instant.

At the same time, his organ, which had been so comfortably taken care of, lasciviously slapped against Liang Qiuchi’s incomparably handsome face, displaying an unsatisfied greedy look.

“Don’t avoid, let’s make good use of the time.”

Liang Qiuchi grabbed his legs, pulling his retreating ass back, and without hesitation, took his organ back into his mouth.

This time, he went straight to the point, his tongue crazily teasing Mo Xin’s most sensitive spots, intense pleasure coming in waves without interruption. Mo Xin lost control, pressing his feet against Liang Quichi’s shoulders, trying to push him away, but unable to muster any strength.

He simply lay down, the narrow interrogation table unable to accommodate him. His neck hung back, his head slightly dizzy from the slight congestion.

Then, a strong sense of pleasure swept through his whole body, and he ejaculated.

Half of the cum shot into Liang Qiuchi’s enchanting mouth, another small portion sprayed onto Liang Qiuchi’s cheek, and the rest splattered onto his abdomen.

Liang Qiuchi’s early warning wasn’t exaggerated. Whether it was the scene he witnessed or the situation he was in, it was too stimulating. Mo Xin couldn’t help but struggle with it just by taking a glance.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, barely holding on for two minutes.

Feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

Liang Qiuchi wiped off the tattoo on his abdomen. That area had just been uncovered from the plastic wrap and gauze, and the skin around it was slightly red compared to its surroundings, looking particularly endearing.

“When you go back to shower, remember to avoid this area and give it two more days to heal,” Liang Qiuchi pulled him up from the table and, seeing him dazed, couldn’t help but find it amusing.

He lightly pinched Mo Xin’s still flushed cheek, only to have Mo Xin slap his hand away fiercely.

Mo Xin jumped off the table, tied his pants, and sat back in his seat behind the table, tapping the tabletop with his fingers.

“Ernest surrendered this afternoon.”

Speaking in a businesslike tone, it was as if he was a different person from the one panting just a minute ago.

Liang Qiuchi wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, also sitting back behind the table, smiling as he looked at the person in front of him. “General Mo, your ability to change your attitude is a bit too quick.”

Mo Xin’s face blushed, avoiding eye contact with him, but his ears turned red.

Liang Qiuchi glanced at the monitor above their heads. The light was still off. He lowered his voice again, coaxing Mo Xin gently, “Next time, I’ll go slower, alright?”

Mo Xin finally looked up at him. “Really?”

“Of course, I promise to make you more comfortable.” Liang Qiuchi looked deeply into his eyes, then leaned back in his chair, his tone returning to normal. “From your tone just now, things outside should be going relatively smoothly?”

Mo Xin nodded, briefly explaining the recent developments outside to him.

He admitted that leaving Ernest alive that night was the right decision.

A defector who surrenders is far more valuable than a corpse.

“There’s one more thing. Reinis fainted and was hospitalized,” Mo Xin said. “I’m not sure if it’s true or not, it just happened.”

Liang Qiuchi continued to stare at him without blinking. “Do you think there’s a problem?”

Mo Xin pondered for a moment and nodded. “But I can’t pinpoint what the problem is for now.”

Reinis was over sixty years old, so it wasn’t unusual for him to have health issues, especially with recent troubles involving his son and subordinates, and things not going smoothly. However, at such a critical moment, going to the hospital in such a high-profile manner seemed a bit delicate to outsiders.

Liang Qiuchi reminded him, “Be careful, he might be orchestrating something and trying to turn the tables. For the next two days, tell Vincent and the others not to act rashly.”

Mo Xin sneered, “He doesn’t have time.”

Their plans were being executed meticulously. If Reinis didn’t seize this opportunity in the next three days, he would completely lose his chance to counterattack.

“So confident?” Liang Qiuchi liked the look on Mo Xin’s face right now. His confident demeanor was dazzling, making it hard to look away.

Mo Xin told him about the signing of the petition on the government website.

Public opinion was boiling, and they had already achieved a partial victory in this propaganda war.

The verbal sparring was over; now it was time to take real action.

“I hope he can hold on for the next period of time, and not fall halfway.” Mo Xin sincerely thought so.

He glanced at the time and afraid of arousing suspicion by staying too long, he reluctantly stood up, took large strides to Liang Qiuchi, and tenderly kissed his forehead.

“Take care of yourself. I won’t be able to come see you these days. Remember to think of me.”

Liang Qiuchi’s hands were cuffed, preventing him from embracing Mo Xin. He could only clasp his hands together and symbolically pinch Mo Xin’s thigh. “Stay safe out there. Don’t worry about me.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Xin became even more reluctant to leave.

He cradled Liang Qiuchi’s face and kissed him again.

The two kissed more tenderly and passionately than before. Neither wanted to be the first to end it. It was Liang Qiuchi who noticed the slight warmth under his palm and gently nibbled on Mo Xin’s lips.

“Go now, or I won’t be able to sleep tonight,” he said.

Mo Xin’s mood sank, and he reluctantly responded with an “mmm” before turning back to open the door of the interrogation room and leaving.

The deputy warden and Vincent were smoking at the end of the corridor. Hearing the door, they hurriedly stubbed out their cigarettes and walked up.

“Oh my,” the deputy warden suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly, looking anxiously at the red mark on Mo Xin’s lips. “What happened? Did that Liang Qiuchi lay a hand on you?!”

Not only were there marks on his lips, Mo Xin’s clothes were also wrinkled, and there was even a shoe mark on his white sneakers.

It seemed like they had quite a fierce encounter.

The deputy warden gave a knowing look and glared fiercely at the interrogation room, silently promising Mo Xin to handle the matter.

“No need,” Mo Xin wiped his mouth with his hand, his expression unchanged. “He’s not in any better shape.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the interrogation room opened again. The sound of the iron chains hitting the floor with each step made Mo Xin’s heart race.

Two guards escorted Liang Qiuchi out, confirming Mo Xin’s words. Liang Qiuchi’s hair was disheveled, his lower lip was split, and there were clear finger marks on the side of his neck, indicating a fierce struggle just now.

The deputy warden breathed a sigh of relief.

He was about to instruct his subordinates to take Liang Qiuchi back to solitary confinement when Mo Xin coughed lightly. “Take him back to his own cell and assign someone to closely monitor him. We can’t afford another riot like last time.”

Mo Xin’s face remained indifferent, showing no emotions, not even sparing a glance at Liang Qiuchi.

The deputy warden didn’t doubt him at all and immediately agreed, reassuring his superior.

Mo Xin walked briskly outside with Vincent. As he heard Liang Qiuchi’s cheerful voice behind him saying “Thank you, General Mo,” his ears turned red again, but he resisted the urge to look back.

The next morning, the news reported President Reinis being hospitalized overnight.

A group of his fervent supporters gathered outside the Central Military Hospital of San Lorenzo, clashing with demonstrators who arrived earlier, resulting in a violent confrontation that required riot police to maintain order.

As the Acting Director of the Bureau of Security, Mo Xin had a responsibility to crack down on all illegal gatherings attempting to incite public sentiment, especially those involving the personal safety of the president.

However, he had yet to make an appearance.

As the conflict escalated, threatening to turn into a farce, there were new developments on the Danga side.

This time, it was the current Vice Governor of Danga who stepped forward. He held a press conference, accusing the current federal president, McPherson Reinis, of smuggling weapons and colluding with Lugo.

Such accusations were not new. In fact, eight years ago, Liang Qiuchi had accused Reinis of arms trafficking.

But this time, having a state leader publicly accuse the president on television ensured that the voice would not be drowned out.

The Vice Governor presented video evidence, including the audio and video evidence Liang Qiuchi recorded when Roy Reinis and Godwin Reinis negotiated with Lugo’s side on the rooftop, as well as the heartfelt confession made by Godwin Reinis before his death, and the evidence collected by Liang Qiuchi over the years about the Reinis family’s crimes overseas, including hiring mercenaries to seize and plunder mines.

The audio and video evidence lasted for nearly two hours, with transaction records with Lugo’s side spanning dozens of pages.

A mountain of evidence, shocking to the eyes.

The evidence corroborated each other and left no room for debate.

Danga’s television signal was independent of the federal government, and the crimes committed by Reinis over the years were broadcasted without interference, in detail and meticulously.

The evidence was presented to the general public one by one.

Reinis’s shiny facade was shattered in an instant, revealing a putrid, decaying core.

—This was what the Danga State Government had promised, the consequences if the federal parliament failed to initiate an inquiry into the president in a timely manner.

While the public was still immersed in great shock, Pei Ji, the second-in-command of the Lugo militia, posted a dynamic message on his personal social media.

“Hearing that Mr. McPherson Reinis has fallen ill and been hospitalized, I am very worried. I hope you get well soon, my dear old friend.”

This seemingly casual remark was like a drop of water in boiling oil, completely igniting the public’s anger.