“Collapsed?” Mo Xin pondered for a few seconds. “Really or pretending?”

Vincent wasn’t too sure, holding the phone. “I’ll double-check with someone.”

He made a few more calls but still couldn’t figure out the exact situation. All he knew was that Reinis had been tightly guarded by several bodyguards and taken to the intensive care unit of the Central Military Hospital in San Lorenzo.

Mo Xin said, “No need to waste more effort. Just have someone keep an eye on their movements.”

Vincent nodded, speculating, “Is he trying to divert public attention?” But faking illness and being hospitalized wasn’t a good method.

“Doesn’t matter. Just make sure our plan proceeds as scheduled.” Mo Xin couldn’t be bothered to guess anymore. Feeling uncomfortable sitting alone in the empty room, he instructed Vincent to prepare the car.

Glancing at the time, Vincent hesitated. “It’s late. Where are you going?”

Mo Xin changed into casual clothes in the wardrobe, casually replying, “Camp 17.”

Vincent choked up a bit, tactfully reminding him, “You’ve been going there quite often these days. Shouldn’t you avoid raising suspicions?”

After all, Camp 17 wasn’t under his jurisdiction, and going there frequently could attract unnecessary trouble if seized upon by malicious individuals.

Mo Xin picked out his clothes and said, “There was just a disturbance a few days ago. It’s not unreasonable for me to inspect the situation. You’ll drive.”

Now that the night temperature had risen, wearing a military uniform seemed too formal and strict. Mo Xin checked himself in the mirror, then took off the uniform, changing into a black short-sleeved T-shirt and matching knee-length shorts.

Having just taken a shower, his hair was casually scattered, covering most of his forehead, making him look much younger, and even the sharp aura that usually surrounded him was greatly diminished.

He looked like a young man about to go out for a walk after dinner, wearing a pair of white sneakers, and casually got into the car.

Seeing him dressed so youthfully, Vincent hesitated to speak several times.

Considering the riot that happened a few days ago, Camp 17 had increased the intensity of night patrols, and the number of duty personnel was nearly twice as high as before.

For Mo Xin’s late-night visit, the deputy warden on duty in the office tonight seemed particularly excited.

He welcomed Mo Xin into the office, eagerly serving tea and water, repeatedly thanking him for handling the riot a few days ago without reporting it upwards.

Mo Xin waved his hand, “It’s a troubled time now, and the government has a lot to deal with. It’s better to have one less thing to worry about.”

“Yes, yes, General Mo you are absolutely right,” the deputy warden said, feeling a bit strange seeing him dressed so casually. “Are you here for something nearby?”

Dressed like this, he definitely didn’t come specifically to visit Camp 17.

Mo Xin paused slightly, nodded, and said, “Just passing by.” He asked indifferently, “Has Liang Qiuchi been behaving these days?”

“Don’t worry, he’s been in solitary confinement all along,” the deputy warden straightened up, sitting up a bit, “This Liang Qiuchi, he’s really full of tricks and hard to guard against. Just the day he was brought in, he tried to escape by pretending to be a prison guard. Who knows, maybe he’s the one who killed the inmate in A407, trying to create chaos and slip away. Thanks to you…”

Mo Xin didn’t want to listen to his flattery, so he interrupted, “Can I see him for a moment?”

The deputy warden hesitated, “Now?”

Mo Xin asked back, “Can’t I?”

“…Sure, of course,” the deputy warden didn’t want to offend him, so he immediately made a call downstairs.

Mo Xin added quietly, “Take him to the interrogation room, I’ll meet him there.”

The deputy warden nodded in agreement, efficiently arranged everything, and personally escorted Mo Xin to the interrogation room.

“I’ll go in myself, don’t disturb me,” Mo Xin’s tone didn’t allow refusal.

The interrogation room was different from the visiting room, without bulletproof glass separating them. The whole small room only had a small square table, facing each other. Even though they were shackled, it was still dangerous, especially facing someone like Liang Qiuchi, who was extremely dangerous and cunning, a Class A felon.

The deputy warden clearly had some concerns, but before he could speak, Mo Xin had already opened the door and stepped into the interrogation room.

The deputy warden’s gaze followed his figure through the door crack. Before he could see the situation inside the room, a tall figure appeared in front of him.

Vincent closed the door tightly, standing at the door, expressionless like the grim reaper.

Once Mo Xin entered the room, his gaze stuck to Liang Qiuchi sitting behind the desk, unable to look away.

Liang Qiuchi smiled at him, his face carrying his usual gentleness, which made people blush and feel warm.

“Why does General Mo have time to come and see me?” Liang Qiuchi spoke, bringing back Mo Xin’s wandering thoughts.

The monitor above the interrogation room was still lit with a red dot. Mo Xin tried to keep his emotions in check, walked to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down calmly, saying, “To see if you’re dead or alive.”

Liang Qiuchi smiled again, hooked his leg around Mo Xin’s sneaker under the table, leaned forward slightly, and whispered softly to him, “I’m doing quite well, full of life.”

Watching the tense atmosphere on the monitor screen, the deputy warden couldn’t help but sweat, and with some hesitation, he glanced at Vincent, “Is everything really okay? What if something happens to General Mo? We can’t afford that!”

Vincent also glanced at the seemingly tense pair on the monitor, shaking his head calmly, “It’s fine. General Mo has a gun.”

The monitor couldn’t capture the blush on Mo Xin’s cheeks. His slightly long bangs hung down, providing a good cover for his burning gaze.

He hooked Liang Qiuchi’s foot under the table and asked, “You’ve been in solitary confinement for three days and still say you’re doing well?”

Liang Qiuchi nodded with a smile, “Yes, not bad, peaceful.” He deliberately choked, “And I have to thank General Mo for this. Just a word from you and I’m sent to solitary confinement. Quite impressive.”

Mo Xin stepped on the shackles around his ankle and exerted a little force, causing Liang Qiuchi to lean forward slightly.

The two stared straight into each other’s eyes, their fiery pupils burning with desire for each other.

Mo Xin lifted his foot, slowly moving the tip of his shoe along the taut leg of the man in front of him. As he saw the smile on Liang Qiuchi’s face gradually fade, he became bolder and more audacious, directly stepping on Liang Qiuchi’s crotch.

“Mo Xin,” Liang Quichi called his name with a warning tone, his voice slightly hoarse.

Mo Xin grunted, exerting a little force on his foot. He felt the gradual pressure under his foot, satisfaction curving his lips, his bright eyes full of teasing cunning.

He offered a fair assessment, “You’re quite lively indeed.”

The red operation indicator lights on the two monitors above suddenly went out, and Liang Qiuchi suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Xin’s T-shirt collar. Amidst the sharp sound of shackles hitting and chairs rubbing against the floor, the two almost viciously kissed each other.

“You’re very bold… Coming to see me dressed like this, are you feeling itchy back there?” Liang Qiuchi grabbed Mo Xin’s neck from behind, the cold handcuffs against Mo Xin’s throat making his breathing even more rapid.

He leaned across the table, reaching out to touch Liang Qiuchi’s flat and solid abdomen directly, “I bet you can’t sleep either, can you?”

“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” Liang Qiuchi’s hands moved down, gripping Mo Xin’s waist to lift him onto the table.

He kissed him forcefully for a few seconds, then, under Mo Xin’s hazy gaze, slowly knelt down.

“Ge…”

Liang Qiuchi placed his hand on Mo Xin’s waist, calmly untying his pants while lifting his eyelids to look at him.

“It’ll be more exciting later. Endure it and keep your voice down.”

Mo Xin’s lower body felt a slight chill as he hung his head. His eyelids silently watched as Liang Qiuchi lowered his head, and he couldn’t help but lift his neck.

His fragile Adam’s apple rolled, and he bit his lip, refusing to make a sound.