---

I’m not stupid. I can feel it clearly.

At that moment, Fu Qin did want me dead.

“How could that be?”

Fu Qin took a puff of his cigar, patted my shoulder reassuringly, and spoke as if discussing something utterly casual.

“But, if you had kept blocking that cop just now…”

Fu Qin paused, his voice calm and soft, “I can’t guarantee that a stray bullet wouldn’t have gone off.”

“Boss, you must be joking. I value my life quite a lot.”

I reminded Fu Qin, “The guns have already been moved.”

“But as for that Jason, if he goes blabbering…”

Things in this world are chaotic by nature.

A black-on-black deal—no one would come to seek justice.

A bad reputation, that’s what really hurts credibility.

“He’s dead.”

Fu Qin didn’t even lift his eyes.

“There were only two bullets in this gun.”

“2000 meters away—one shot, straight to the head.”

A cool breeze gently blew by, and my gaze remained indifferent.

Fu Qin’s marksmanship had never failed, unless someone was extremely familiar with his shooting style.

After a while, Fu Qin opened his eyes slightly and asked the man ahead, “Uncle Li, are we there yet?”

---

I never expected Fu Qin to come to a Buddhist temple.

After all, the underworld and the ethereal sound of Buddha chants didn’t seem to match at all.

But Fu Qin’s actions were always beyond questioning.

Uncle Li and I followed him silently.

Fu Qin donated a large sum of money.

The abbot, knowing he was a person of great influence, came out to greet him personally.

“Where do you come from, benefactor?”

Fu Qin knelt before the Buddha and ignored him.

The abbot asked again, “What does the benefactor seek?”

Fu Qin, who never liked to talk, remained silent.

But I knew he must have been extremely irritated.

So, when the abbot asked, “When did the benefactor begin believing in Buddha?” Fu Qin finally spoke slowly, his smile faint and harmless.

“I can’t remember. Maybe the first time I killed someone.

“Maybe when I was…13?”

The abbot’s eyes immediately sharpened.

Shut out by Fu Qin, the abbot then turned his gaze to me.

“This benefactor appears to have a rosy aura…”

I leaned casually to the side, interrupting him.

“I’m a warrior of materialism.”

The abbot’s polite smile remained, but he added, “When that rosy aura fades, a disaster will follow in the next few days.”

A monk doesn’t tell lies, and the abbot cursed quite creatively.

When he angrily stormed off, Fu Qin finally opened his eyes and looked at me.

“You don’t believe in Buddha?”

I replied, “I don’t.”

I raised my head, staring at the gods and Buddhas above.

The more noble they are, the more I want to defy them.

Fu Qin looked at me, his gaze meaningful.

“That’s good.”

Fu Qin’s words were inexplicably cryptic.

It took me a moment to understand what he meant, until I opened the door to my room.

I finally got the message in Fu Qin’s words.

Ji Huaichuan, aside from being skilled with firearms, was known for two other things.

One, he loved good cigarettes. Two, he loved beautiful people.

As for the cigarettes, there was no shortage of luxury for Lord Ji.

That left only beautiful people, and Ji had quite a taste for them.

So, people in the underworld loved sending boys to my room.

But most of them, I politely declined.

Later, Fu Qin somehow caught wind of this, and he too started sending boys my way to win favor.

Fu Qin had a sharp eye—the ones he sent were always to my taste.

But his methods were too simple and rough.

With a wave of his hand, he’d drug them and send them straight to my bed.

It made my room feel like some sort of brothel, with people coming and going, leaving me with no appetite or interest.

The boy on the bed, face flushed, was overwhelmed with desire.

Afraid he might faint from the heat, I skillfully stripped him, ignoring his teary-eyed gasps for breath.

I tied him up with a thick rope and tossed him into the corner.

Years ago, Jiang Rang was just like this.

Drugged by Fu Qin and sent to me as a lackey.

Originally, I just wanted to strip him and hang him outside to cool down.

But even under the influence, Jiang Rang clung to his pants like a little white flower, eyes red and barely conscious.

His eyes reddened further, and he almost panted into the bedding, “Huaichuan…”

My heart softened, and he completely devoured me in one go.

Back then, Jiang Rang was like a reckless youth—big and rough.

Thinking about it now, I don’t even want to say much.

---

I heard someone knocking on the door.

With a cigarette in my mouth, I opened the door while drying my hair.

The person outside had gentle brows and was wearing a sling on his left arm.

He immediately saw the bruised boy tied in the corner from struggling too hard.

“Aren’t you going to let me in, dear wife?”

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Seeing Jiang Rang here didn’t surprise me.

When he was shot, I drew an arrow in his palm.

I watched him take off his coat with practiced ease.

“What, your injury healed so quickly?”

Jiang Rang lowered his eyes and replied, “I took two painkillers before coming here.”

He glanced at the boy whimpering in the corner.

“Aren’t you going to explain?”

I lit a cigarette and looked at him with amusement.

“I’m Lord Ji. Isn’t it normal for me to have someone to serve me?”

Jiang Rang’s face darkened.

Without saying a word, he tugged my pants down.

“Don’t look for anyone else. I’ll serve you.”

The sky had already darkened, and my phone rang.

I answered casually, “Boss—”

Before I could finish the word “Boss,” Jiang Rang mischievously thrust deeper.

My fingers clenched tightly into the bedding, and I let out a muffled groan, “Mmm.”

The ambiguous sound clearly reached the other end of the line.

Fu Qin was silent for a moment, sounding somewhat impressed.

“You took something? Going on for so long?”

Fu Qin probably never imagined that there was a chance I could be on the bottom.

I hoarsely looked back at Jiang Rang’s predatory gaze, darkened with unspoken warning.

Then, without missing a beat, I spoke into the phone.

“Is there something you need, boss?”

Fu Qin, distracted, quickly responded, “There’s a diamond mine in the south that needs inspection. Go check it out.”

I replied coolly, “Got it.”

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Rang’s delicate, pale fingers clumsily wrapped around my black and gold tie.

“Does Lord Ji plan to kill me now that I’ve heard so much?”