Chapter 202

The smell of melted metal filled the entire space. The high temperature inside made anyone entering break out in a sweat instantly, and the smell was pungent. Tianshu coughed lightly, inhaling a large amount of scorching air.

The young men dressed in military uniforms were engrossed in their work, paying no attention to the few people who had entered.

Numerous robotic arms danced overhead, and sparks of mental energy occasionally flickered. Tianshu glanced around without revealing his emotions and quickly understood what kind of place this was.

“Commander.”

Wu Zhong walked towards the person beneath the robotic arms, “The person has been brought over.”

Tianshu’s gaze followed.

It was extremely hot here. Mo Yin was only wearing a light gray military shirt on his upper body, with his snow-white long hair tied into a high ponytail, swaying above a narrow black belt. His waist was exceptionally slim. As he turned, his shirt outlined the lines of his muscles, from waist to shoulders, graceful and tense, ready to spring.

“Oh.”

The response was flat and devoid of the urgent, rich emotions of yesterday.

Tianshu’s heart tightened, then relaxed.

In some ways, he might be an outsider, but in negotiation and strategy, he was experienced and no fool. The essence of all human relationships was nothing more than this.

“Have you figured it out?” Mo Yin’s tone became slightly more relaxed as if chatting casually.

Tianshu slowly moved forward, walking up behind him, “The wise man knows when to adapt, that’s how the old saying goes, right?”

Mo Yin smiled faintly, the sparks occasionally flashing between the robotic arms reflecting frequently in his pupils, “What do you think of this place?”

“It’s very hot.”

Mo Yin laughed, his gaze swept across Tianshu’s sweat-covered face. He raised his hand, and Tianshu resisted the urge to dodge. Mo Yin gave him time to react, staring at Tianshu’s face with great interest. The cold glove brushed past Tianshu’s face, wiping the sweat off, “You all are too lax, too good to yourselves.”

Tianshu glanced at the weapons being made, “There’s some truth in what you say.”

“My words don’t need your agreement, you don’t have to respond,” Mo Yin said faintly.

Tianshu smiled, “Alright.”

The weapon-making space was very large, clearly not built overnight. How long had such a project and plan been hidden in this lost place? The imprisonment of the Eighth District commander and the display of weapon manufacturing were all forms of intimidation, Tianshu knew this well.

Enduring the high temperature in the weapon-making room for a long time, the wound on his back stung with sweat, and his forehead was densely covered in sweat beads. The people around him seemed accustomed to this harsh environment. The snowy white hair and eyelashes made them look like ice sculptures. A glance at them seemed to bring a bit of coolness, and Tianshu’s gaze lingered on Mo Yin unconsciously.

At some point, Mo Yin also turned his gaze over, his eyes slightly smiling, seemingly filled with boundless meaning.

Tianshu met his gaze, responding with a gentle smile.

Mo Yin’s smile deepened, “Let’s go, you’re dirty and smelly, you need to find a place to clean yourself up.” He nodded to Wu Zhong beside him, who understood and nodded back.

The Ninth District commander and his people had a great understanding, which Tianshu couldn’t help but notice.

This might be a very cruel person, but he was indeed an excellent commander.

*

“Here?”

“What’s wrong?”

Mo Yin sat on a long wooden bench, resting his hand lightly on his face, smiling, “The Ninth District is short of resources, and everything needs to be centrally distributed, including water resources. I’ve given you a privilege, it’s not public bath time now.”

Tianshu looked at the man opposite, who was clearly waiting to see how he would react, and silently took off his outer robe. Inside was the undershirt that had been whipped, with dried blood stains.

Mo Yin stared at Tianshu’s face with great interest. There was almost no expression on Tianshu’s face, but Mo Yin still noticed subtle traces of endurance from the corners of his eyes and brows.

It was so interesting to see him reluctantly.

It was easy to understand. The commander of the First District, with the ambition to seize the enforcer’s seat, had condescended to come to this barren Ninth District, never expecting to be defeated here, becoming a prisoner and suffering such humiliation. With the mind and nature of the First District commander, he certainly wouldn’t give up easily, still racking his brains to find a way to escape and turn the tables in such a situation.

The situation had completely reversed from certain worlds before, with the passive and active roles swapped. The side that had gained the upper hand openly showed an increasingly amused smile.

The scene was at a standstill.

Mo Yin didn’t rush, his gaze sweeping from Tianshu’s face to his body, cold gleams flickering in his eyes.

Invisible pressure gradually spread throughout the public bathhouse, a place so vast and empty it felt more like a slaughterhouse. Unlike Mo Yin, Tianshu’s background was extremely privileged. His family genes were nearly perfect, and in a society with weak familial bonds, bloodlines still meant a lot. Additionally, the First District was a very wealthy enforcement district. Tianshu had faced very few setbacks, both materially and spiritually. He was, in the truest sense, a favored child of heaven.

Under Mo Yin’s gaze, his chest rose and fell slowly. Suddenly, as if he had let go entirely, Tianshu decisively unfastened his belt and tossed it onto his outer robe. Then, he removed his undershirt, pants… until he was completely naked before Mo Yin in no time.

Mo Yin’s lips curled upwards, his gaze slowly sweeping down from Tianshu’s chest. Pausing, his snow-white eyelashes lifted, and he murmured, “Not bad.”

Visible to the naked eye, Tianshu’s muscles tensed instantly, the already defined lines becoming as hard and deliberate as if sculpted.

At this moment, it seemed that no matter what he said, he would fall into a trap.

Tianshu stood silently, staring back at Mo Yin’s face, observing his eyes, nose, lips…

Both sides unsurprisingly fell into a peculiar standoff.

The Ninth District was hotter than other regions, and the source of the bathhouse’s water was unknown. A pervasive humid heat emanated from the walls.

Mo Yin slowly stood up from the long bench.

Tianshu did not retreat, watching as the neatly dressed commander walked up to him.

The distance between them was just enough for a hand to fit.

Tianshu couldn’t help but hold his breath.

Under snow-white eyelashes, purple irises glistened with a gem-like, metallic luster. Mo Yin extended his hand, and Tianshu didn’t notice at all, as he was entirely focused on confronting those cruelly mutated eyes. So when his hand was grabbed, his whole body stiffened, with no attempt to hide it.

The touch was still cold, Mo Yin’s glove-covered hand guiding his to the collar of his own shirt. “Help me undress.”

Tianshu held his breath again.

The light gray shirt collar was almost sharp, as if it could cut into one’s palm.

The collar encased a pale, slender neck, seemingly fragile enough to snap with a twist.

Tianshu’s fingers rested on Mo Yin’s collar, his breathing gradually becoming even and calm. His fingers moved from the stiff collar to the first button.

Honestly, he had expected some maneuvering between them, not for Mo Yin to get straight to the point so quickly.

An undercurrent of anxiety arose within him.

While “sex” might not be a big deal for natural humans, deep down, he still harbored a stubborn sense of waiting, believing that there might be someone in the world truly compatible with him.

In fact, this Ninth District commander could be considered a person similar to him in some ways…

Tianshu unbuttoned all the buttons.

A narrow gap appeared in the gray military shirt, revealing pale skin with several finger-width scars across it.

Tianshu looked up, and Mo Yin said, “Continue.”

Stripping someone of high status, especially at their own request, was an experience far beyond Tianshu’s imagination.

“Continue.”

“Continue.”

“…”

Every piece of clothing removed was done under Mo Yin’s explicit command.

Soon, both were naked before each other.

Mo Yin’s skin was as pale as his face, showing the transformation from mutation. Despite the high temperature here, his skin had a blueish tint, as if exposed to extreme cold. His body bore many scars, some almost in fatal places.

Something had broken through the natural human’s mental barrier, leaving such scars.

Tianshu didn’t need Mo Yin to explain; he immediately understood these were injuries the Commander sustained while researching weapons to counter psychic powers.

He was using his own life to explore, to take risks.

He was a man of coldness, resilience, cruelty, and madness.

At the same time, he was a strange man. Tianshu couldn’t see through him. In this wavering confusion, he was kissed again.

Cold and dry lips gently touched his own, surprisingly tender.

Tianshu lowered his eyelashes, not completely cutting off his gaze. The person in front of him had already closed his eyes. The hands, now without gloves, pressed slowly and gently against the nape of his neck, rough palms moving softly.

Tianshu felt perplexed by this lover-like tenderness.

Immediately, his doubts were swept away, and his wandering soul returned to his body in an instant, even giving him a shudder.

What was there to doubt?

This person was looking at him as he looked at others. This gentleness wasn’t for him; it was for someone else, someone similar to him but unknown.

Tianshu calmed down, or rather, he became indifferent. He let the other roam freely at his lips, his eyes coldly watching the person in front of him, eyes closed as if deeply engrossed.

Good, there’s a weakness.

Judging from the Eighth District Commander’s imprisonment, the person in front of him might have similar intentions to his own—both seeking to seize control of this world. He walked the normal path; the other walked the abnormal path.

In that case, he could lie low, find the right moment, and use the situation to his advantage.

As Tianshu’s thoughts were fully immersed in his own affairs, Mo Yin’s tongue unexpectedly opened his lips.

Tianshu’s detachment was felt by Mo Yin.

In previous worlds, emotionally, he was mostly in a passive state, waiting for the other to approach. Taking complete control of the rhythm between them, like now, aggressively and forcefully kissing the stiff Tianshu, Mo Yin felt a hint of playful meaning, lips slightly curled, eyes curved, dense snow-colored eyelashes trembling.

The more passive Tianshu tried to escape, the more interesting Mo Yin found it.

Mo Yin wanted to explore every possibility of their relationship, such as now, actively and dominantly kissing Tianshu. He liked this feeling of completely controlling the pace between them. His body pressed against him, just as cold as imagined, the contact moment inevitably causing him to involuntarily hold tighter. In this moment of confusion, Mo Yin’s kiss deepened further, Tianshu’s breathing becoming erratic.

Back against the wall, water falling from above, wounds stinging with heat.

Mo Yin’s hand moved from his neck to his shoulder, leaning against him, embracing him, raising his face, fingers undoing his tied-up hair, wet white hair scattered, water droplets clinging under dense snow-colored eyelashes, back of his hand against Tianshu’s cheek, his expression seeming somewhat bewildered in the pouring hot water, Tianshu’s gaze also somewhat dazed, heart pounding like thunder, momentarily pushing aside thoughts of planning, looking at Mo Yin’s lips, now vivid after being wet.

“Hold me.”

Those lips moved gently, commanding with cold clarity.

Hold him?

How do I hold him?

Isn’t he already holding him?

At least a third of Tianshu’s mind was confused. It wasn’t until now that he realized his hand had somehow ended up on the other’s waist.

Mo Yin’s body was covered in scars; the slender muscles around his waist rose beautifully in his palm. Tianshu’s palm, inadvertently exerting a little force, felt the elastic skin smooth and undulating like breathing.

Moist palms slowly moved backward, the bulging arms tightly embracing that slender waist.

In the next moment, Tianshu’s waist was also “embraced.”

The Ninth District Commander’s entire person was entangled with him.

They were both soaked in hot water. Mo Yin’s knees showed pale skin soaked in red after soaking. They moved unsteadily against Tianshu’s side.

“Hold tighter,” Mo Yin’s arms crossed, resting on his shoulders. He leaned close to his ear, whispering softly, “Don’t let me fall.”