“What do you think?” Ye Jingsheng raised his head and looked at Fang Yang. “I’ve always been a stubborn person. Last time, you played me for a fool. Now we’re even.”

“Even?” Fang Yang sneered coldly. “You think I’ll just let you go?”

At most three hundred rounds in bed. Fang Yang’s thoughts were dripping with sarcasm. Honestly, your skills aren’t bad. You served me quite well.

Fang Yang kept his expression unreadable as he spoke. “Are you still looking for that watch?” His voice was steady as he stalled for time, hoping Liao Qiu would realize something was wrong and take action.

“Why bother searching?” Ye Jingsheng smiled, slipping Fang Yang’s sidearm into his pants pocket, and casually rolled up his sleeve, his cold fingers caressing the steel watch against his vein.

“As cautious as you are, you must have carried it on your person since that time, right?”

Fang Yang’s expression darkened. “You’ll regret this,” he growled through clenched teeth.

Ye Jingsheng kept his gun steady, leaning in closer. His tongue brushed against Fang Yang’s throat as he murmured, “In the underworld, you should be used to the taste of blood. Don’t you agree, Yang Ge?”

Without waiting for an answer, Ye Jingsheng abruptly snatched Fang Yang’s watch, slipping it into his jacket pocket with practiced ease. In the next moment, his elbow drove sharply into Fang Yang’s spine with precision and force.

Caught off guard, Fang Yang felt a sharp numbness shoot through his neck as stars burst in his vision. His strength ebbed away, leaving him powerless. Ye Jingsheng seized the moment, wrapping an arm tightly around him and forcing him forward with unrelenting pressure, the gun pressed firmly against Fang Yang’s forehead.

The door burst open, and the brothers, who had thought Fang Yang was in for a good time, froze in shock. Even the usually composed and cautious Liao Qiu stood speechless, his mouth agape.

That formidable boss, Fang Yang—how could this be happening?!

“Darling, tell your men to back off,” Ye Jingsheng said, his grip on Fang Yang’s arm tightening as he spoke in an overly sweet tone. “You’d better listen to me now.”

Fang Yang glared at him with fury, his steps still unsteady. Liao Qiu hesitated briefly before raising his hand. The men, who had been ready to draw their guns at any moment, reluctantly moved aside. Those closest to Fang Yang were his most loyal brothers, unwavering in their devotion to both him and Chen ge. For them, nothing mattered more than protecting their boss.

“Get a car ready,” Ye Jingsheng commanded.

“Let go of Yang ge first!” Liao Qiu shouted angrily, his voice filled with defiance.

Ye Jingsheng snapped off the safety on his gun: “Whether I let him go is up to me!”

A tense silence followed.

“Give him the car.”

Fang Yang’s word was law to them, especially now when, despite their numbers, they had no other options.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Jingsheng kidnapped Fang Yang and walked away to a not-so-new Lamborghini. Ye Jingsheng whistled, “Still a luxury car, huh!” He nudged the gun forward, signaling him to open the car door.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Ye Jingsheng escorted Fang Yang to a not-so-new Lamborghini. Whistling, he remarked, “Still a luxury car, huh!” He nudged the gun forward, signaling Fang Yang to open the door.

“Get in. You’re driving.”

Fang Yang pursed his lips but complied, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Where to?”

“It doesn’t concern you. Just drive.” Ye Jingsheng slammed the door shut and leveled the gun at Fang Yang’s chin.

Not even five minutes into the drive, Ye Jingsheng chuckled, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. “Grandpa Fang, your subordinates are really persistent!”

Fang Yang kept his hands steady on the wheel, his gaze locked on the road. “It’s their job.”

“Is that so?” Ye Jingsheng’s sly smile returned, one that Fang Yang couldn’t decipher.

Still holding the gun steady on Fang Yang, Ye Jingsheng reached behind his back, pulling out the Desert Eagle. Without turning his head, he stared into the rearview mirror, rolled down the window, and fired a single shot effortlessly.

The screech of rubber tires on asphalt pierced the air as the front left tire of the lead car was struck. Equipped with high-explosive incendiary bullets, the Desert Eagle’s firepower was unmatched. The car swerved violently through a few bends before spinning sideways, colliding with the vehicles behind it. Flames erupted underneath, triggering a series of deafening explosions.

Fang Yang witnessed everything.

So there was someone else in this world who could wield the “Desert Eagle” with such precision?

With skills like this, yet no reputation in the underworld?

He couldn’t believe it.

The car approached Lantau Island. It was already past midnight, and the winding mountain road was eerily quiet, deserted of any signs of life.

“Stop the car,” Ye Jingsheng suddenly spoke up.

The Lamborghini slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

“Get out,” Ye Jingsheng said, “Thanks for the ride.”

“No need,” Fang Yang still managed to smile at this moment, “You should know, this is your last peaceful night.”

Ye Jingsheng shrugged, “I’m waiting to flee to the ends of the earth.”

“You wouldn’t be so relaxed if you knew what this watch represents,” Fang Yang spoke gravely, “You’re not from this path, why muddle through these waters?”

“Forbmoney,” Ye Jingsheng looked at him calmly, “I need money.”

It seemed that at this moment, Fang Yang’s face finally showed a real emotional shake-up: “That’s it?!”

“Yeah,” Ye Jingsheng laughed, the car window slowly rolling up, his flamboyant, smiling face gradually vanishing behind the tempered glass.

“You said you’re not just into anyone. Is that true?” Fang Yang called out, his voice laced with mischief, as though probing for a reaction.

Ye Jingsheng smirked and replied, “Of course, it’s true. That’s why it has to be me who fucks you.” His tone carried both a playful challenge and firm confidence.

The Lamborghini roared to life, its engine echoing through the quiet night as it sped away. Fang Yang stood motionless, his eyes locked on the receding taillights. His jaw tightened, and a faint, crooked smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

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“Damn, such a fancy car! A Sheng, did you strike it rich?” Xiao Jie whistled loudly, almost shooting flames from his eyes.

“Little bastard, what’s it to you?!” Ye Jingsheng cursed with a laugh as he slammed the car door shut. Draping his arm casually over Xiao Jie’s shoulder, he added with a smirk, “I was just looking for you, and here you are, showing up on your own.”

Xiao Jie feigned innocence, widening his eyes as he teased, “What do you want with me?”

Ye Jingsheng didn’t bother with an answer. He shoved Xiao Jie into the room and, the moment the door shut, pinned him against the wall, kissing him with wild abandon. Xiao Jie twisted his head away, dodging playfully as he smirked, “What’s the rush? Did you pop some Viagra?”

Ye Jingsheng ignored the taunt. With a rough motion, he swung Xiao Jie onto the bed and pressed him down. An uncontrollable fire burned inside him, his frustration revealed itself in every touch.

As he gazed down, Xiao Jie’s playful grin seemed to shift, his face morphing momentarily into Fang Yang’s, a vision that sent Ye Jingsheng reeling. If he could, he would have tasted Fang Yang already. But he wasn’t reckless enough to fall into such a dangerous trap. This encounter was a distraction, nothing more, and once he got what he needed, he knew he’d have to make a quick escape.

“What’s on your mind?” Xiao Jie teased breathily, grinding his hips against Ye Jingsheng’s. His voice dropped to a provocative whisper, “Don’t tell me you’ve run out of steam already?”

Ye Jingsheng’s jaw tightened. Without a word, and without even pulling his pants down entirely, he thrust inside with a force that made Xiao Jie scream. Xiao Jie clung to him, his arms wrapping tightly around Ye Jingsheng’s neck as their bodies rocked together. A seasoned seducer in Mong Kok, Xiao Jie had spent years mastering the art of pleasure, leaving no one unsatisfied. But in his heart, he knew Ye Jingsheng was different. He was the only man he’d let have him for nothing in return. No money, no favors. Just this rogue, the only one in all of Hong Kong who could make him feel this way.

Ye Jingsheng’s desire showed in every movement, quickly driving Xiao Jie to uncontrollable moans and shouts. The frustration of his earlier unmet desires fueled his intensity, and Xiao Jie was swept away in the torrent.

“Mmm… Ah Sheng, you’re amazing! So good… more… you’re incredible… Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng…”

The words spilled from Xiao Jie’s lips between gasps.

“I can’t… keep going—ah! Oh… oh… If we keep going, I won’t be able to show my face tomorrow!”

“I’m dying… Ye Jingsheng, do you want me alive or not? That’s enough, you beast!”

By the time dawn approached, Xiao Jie was trembling, his voice hoarse from cursing and screaming. Tears stained his face, but his sharp words only seemed to spur Ye Jingsheng on. The more Xiao Jie cursed, the more energized Ye Jingsheng became. Finally, with a wicked smirk, Ye Jingsheng grabbed a belt, tying Xiao Jie’s hands securely to the headboard. His movements became wild, fierce, as if unleashing every ounce of pent-up energy in his body.

The seemingly endless session only paused when Ye Jingsheng’s phone began to ring. He furrowed his brow, his pace never slowing. Straightening slightly, he fished the phone out of his back pocket. Bringing it to his ear, he snapped, “Speak.”

Frustration laced his tone, revealing his unfulfilled desire. A hesitant voice on the other end finally replied, “Jingsheng, it’s me. Can you come over for a bit?”