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In the year I trusted Jiang Rang the most, he betrayed me.

He pointed a dark gun muzzle at me.

“Ji Huaichuan, the thing I regret the most in my life is sleeping with you.”

My gaze dimmed, and a hint of self-mockery appeared in my eyes.

“Then make it quick.”

As soon as I finished speaking, a bullet pierced my left shoulder, and I fell into the abyss of the deep sea.

Later, at the largest venue in the Golden Triangle, under flashing lights and amidst complex interwoven forces, an inconspicuous undercover agent clenched his fists, staring intently at the man sitting in the center of the crowd. The man he had thought about day and night for three years, who should have been fish food, was now here, carefree, laughing and chatting.

Feeling the scorching gaze, I casually raised my eyes mid-conversation and pointed at Jiang Rang.

“Yes, you. Come over and take off your clothes.”

(Queen-like dominant bottom vs. ruthless wolfdog top)

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In the year I trusted Jiang Rang the most, he betrayed me.

The undercover agents Jiang Rang brought took over the speedboat I was on and killed all the men I had with me.

Now, he was pointing his gun at me, the great equalizer of life.

I glanced at the gun in his hand—it was a Beretta M92F, known for its high shooting accuracy, a symbol of pure violent aesthetics in military firearms.

One shot to the head, painless.

But to be honest, I was kind of wronged here.

I was just a second-in-command, merely a worker. Sure, the sins of looting and killing can be pinned on me, but now even the undercover police are here, trying to make me take the fall.

Jiang Rang’s sharp gaze fell on me.

“Ji Huaichuan, you’re caught. Surrender your weapon and confess, and maybe you can reduce your sentence.”

I wasn’t carrying a gun. If I had one, it would only be in scattered parts, which I could assemble into a full gun within minutes. But I didn’t bother.

I looked indifferently towards the sea. “But I heard, confessing to the police means providing details.

“You tell me, how do I confess about our relationship in your interrogation room, how do I explain all the intimate moments we shared…”

Jiang Rang’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and he interrupted me through gritted teeth.

“Ji Huaichuan, the thing I regret the most in my life is sleeping with you.”

My gaze darkened, a trace of self-mockery flashing in my eyes.

“Regret it? Then make it quick. Or else, I don’t mind letting your colleagues hear all about your passionate…”

Before I could finish, the gun fired. Jiang Rang didn’t hesitate at all.

A bullet pierced through my left shoulder. I looked at him, a strange, enchanting smile playing on my lips, illuminated by the red glow in the cabin.

The sudden wave of pain surged like a tide, as if every inch of my skin was being torn apart by invisible blades. The agony, so close to death, left me momentarily stunned.

I forced myself to endure the pain, a trace of mockery coloring my gaze.

I opened my palm, letting him see the bright red blood staining it.

“See? You’re still just as impatient.”

Jiang Rang’s eyes flashed with a complex emotion, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

But I had already fallen backward in front of him, like a butterfly with broken wings, plummeting into the icy, bone-chilling depths of the sea.

The gun slipped from Jiang Rang’s hand and clattered onto the deck. Almost losing control, he lunged towards the edge of the boat, trying to grab me.

“Ji Huaichuan, come back…”

The undercover agents nearby quickly held him back.

“Don’t chase him. He’s as good as dead…”

Everyone knew that falling into the sea near the national border meant death. No force would risk getting involved in something so messy.

Even someone as cunning as Ji Huaichuan couldn’t survive under these conditions.

Jiang Rang’s trembling fingers clutched the railing as he stared at the turbulent sea, unable to snap out of it for a long time.

The person he both loved and hated was now dead.

“Ji Huaichuan…”

When he said the name again, it left a bitter taste on his tongue.

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Three years later, in the largest venue in the Golden Triangle, under the flashing lights.

My fingers trembled slightly as I tried to light a cigarette for myself, an old ailment left from the gunshot wound. But compared to my even worse lungs, this wasn’t a big deal.

The local boy sitting on my lap noticed my struggle and offered to light the cigarette for me. I took a drag and slowly exhaled a faint circle of smoke.

Jason, who was sitting nearby, watched with interest.

“Tsk, you still like pretty boys, don’t you?”

I smiled slightly, saying nothing.

“Boys are so obedient, they’re endearing. I’d rather not deal with women or those bratty wolves who bite and growl.”

Jason laughed heartily, slapping my shoulder.

“No wonder the boss likes talking to you. You’re even more interesting than I imagined!”

The venue was crowded and chaotic, but I could sense a gaze that had been fixed on me the whole time.

It was a shadowy look that followed me closely, as if trying to confirm something, yet afraid that everything would shatter on contact.

The wound in my left shoulder began to ache again.

I couldn’t help but let out a pained hiss. “Hiss—”

Jason didn’t notice much and motioned for his men to bring out two large leather suitcases from the trunk.

“Shall we inspect the goods now, Mr. Ji?”

Though the venue appeared chaotic, security was tight. Every person would be strictly checked, and no information would leak out.

Feeling the scorching, almost unbearable gaze, I casually lifted my eyes and pointed to a man dressed in low-key civilian clothes—Jiang Rang, who was staring at me with dark eyes.

“Wait a second. Hey, you, come over.”

I bit down on my cigarette, my posture relaxed.

“Yeah, you. Come over and take off your clothes.”

In an instant, all eyes focused on Jiang Rang.

In the three years we hadn’t seen each other, his features had only grown more handsome. Even in the plain local clothes he wore, his noble and upright aura was undeniable.

He looked at me with a complex expression, his eyes slightly red, and white fingers gripping with visible veins, as if some deeply buried emotion was about to erupt…

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Lhaozi’s Note: Please read all my translations in Shanghai Fantasy website ONLY. All my translations are free to read so please if you are reading this somewhere other than Shanghai Fantasy website know that it was illegally obtained. Thankyou for all those who are reading this in Shanghai Fantasy website, this story is dedicated to y’all.

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