Border Prisoner: The Mad Boss Seduces Her Every Night

Thick gloom poured in through the broken French windows, leaving only a few floor lamps lit in the hall, their faint warm yellow light shining upwards and landing precisely on Shi Luyu.

She stood before him, arms outstretched, her body as thin as a sheet of paper.

The light from the ground lamp spilled up from behind her, outlining her slender figure. Her shoulders were thin, her arms trembled slightly but stubbornly stretched out, and her small face was pale with fear.

Xu Yuanjia knelt behind the sofa, looking up at her from this angle. She was like a bolt of lightning cleaving through the thick fog, striking straight into his swamp where he could never see the sunlight.

He had been in the dark for too long.

So long ago, I almost forgot what it felt like to be exposed to light.

"Don't hurt Jiajia!" Her voice was sharp and trembling, every word shaking.

The man in black opposite him sneered, "You're asking for death!"

He waved his hand, and two burly men behind him immediately stepped forward and reached out to grab Shi Luyu.

Shi Luyu trembled subconsciously, but refused to back down in the slightest, her eyes resolute.

"Stupid woman," Xu Yuanjia muttered under his breath.

He darted out from behind the sofa, his movements so fast they were almost invisible. Before the other person's hand could even touch Shi Luyu, he struck her on the inside of her elbow with a palm strike.

The cracking sound of dislocated bones was particularly clear in the dimly lit hall. The man screamed and his arm went limp.

Xu Yuanjia seized the dislocated arm and pulled it forward, using the momentum to turn around and kick the other man hard in the side of his knee. The man's leg bent in the opposite direction, his weight pressing down on his kneecap as he knelt down with a dull thud.

The two fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

The remaining men in black reacted and turned their guns on him.

Xu Yuanjia neither dodged nor evaded. With his left hand, he precisely gripped the barrel of a gun and pushed it upwards. The bullet missed its mark and shot into the ceiling, causing plaster fragments to fall in a flurry.

He simultaneously slammed his right fist into the gunman's Adam's apple without holding back. The man's eyes bulged, a hissing sound came from his throat, and his body went limp to the ground.

The gun fell into Xu Yuanjia's hands.

He remained relaxed and nonchalant, using one hand to eject the magazine, check it, put it back in place, and chamber a round—the whole process was smooth and effortless.

"A bunch of useless trash." He even said with a hint of a smile.

The men in black exchanged glances.

Xu Yuanjia did not give them time to think.

He raised his gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The three shots rang out almost in quick succession, and the three men fell to the ground. Each shot hit their heart, and blood gushed out, spreading into dark puddles on the ground.

Just then, a man rushed up from the side. Xu Yuanjia didn't even turn around; he swung his rifle butt and smashed it into the man's temple, blood spurting from his hairline. The man spun around on the spot before collapsing.

In just a few dozen seconds, seven or eight people lay sprawled on the ground. The hall was filled with the mingled smells of gunpowder and blood, and shards of the crystal chandelier crunched underfoot.

Xu Yuanjia stood amidst the chaos, his breathing steady, a few drops of blood splattered on his clothes.

In that incredibly intense moment, Xu Yuanjia caught a subtle movement out of the corner of his eye—

Someone hadn't fallen in the corner. He quietly drew a knife from his waist and silently pounced from the side. Xu Yuanjia was about to turn around to deal with it when a slender figure suddenly rushed past him.

Stone exposed jade.

Without any hesitation or extra thought, she rushed straight in front of him and used her body to block the attack from the other side.

Xu Yuanjia's pupils suddenly contracted.

He reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and pulling her back while raising his gun with his right hand.

It was still too late.

The sound of a blade slicing through the air was right next to my ear.

Shi Luyu let out a muffled groan.

The knife tip ruthlessly pierced her left shoulder, tearing her clothes open, and blood immediately seeped out, trickling down her fair skin.

The pain was so intense that she was almost unable to bear it. Her tense nerves relaxed after seeing that Xu Yuanjia was unharmed beside her, and her vision gradually blurred.

Shi Luyu completely fainted.

At the same moment, Xu Yuanjia pressed the muzzle of his gun against the other man, the bullet passed through, and the man died in mid-air.

Xu Yuanjia held Shi Luyu tightly, clenching his teeth, and gently placed her on the floor behind the sofa, then took off his coat and covered her with it.

Then he slowly stood up.

His blood-stained hand held the gun, hanging limply at his side. Blood dripped from the muzzle, one drop, two drops, three drops, onto the floor, leaving a trail of dark red blood with each step he took forward.

The corners of his lips slowly curved upwards.

Like the cruel curve of skin being stretched open before a demon bares its fangs.

"Have you had enough fun?"

He spoke, each word deliberate and succinct, his sentences dripping with icy meaning.

The next moment—

The door was kicked open from the outside.

Zhou Ji led his men in, all dressed in black tactical gear, with black epaulets featuring gold snake and eagle patterns. Each man held a submachine gun, muzzle-pointing forward, aiming at everyone in the room as enemies, and quickly occupied every corner of the hall.

Without wasting words, he directly ordered, "Take Master and Miss Shi to the hospital."

After saying that, he turned around, shouldered the assault rifle, and fired a barrage of gunfire as dense as drums, echoing through the shattered hall. The glass on the ground was shaken and the shards flew like white snow.

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hospital.

The incandescent lights in the ward shone with a bluish hue, and the smell of disinfectant permeated every inch of the air.

Shi Luyu lay on the hospital bed with an IV needle inserted into the back of her hand, and the transparent IV tube dripped down one drop at a time.

A pale face, innocent eyes, and a completely unguarded sleeping posture. She was curled up under the white sheet, like a water lily quietly floating in a midnight pond, a sight that would soften anyone's heart.

Xu Yuanjia sat on the edge of the bed.

He changed into a clean black hoodie, rested his elbows on his knees, hunched his back slightly, and gazed at her face.

Expressionless and motionless, like a lurking beast guarding its wounded cub, its eyes filled with an unyielding darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Shi Luyu's eyelashes trembled.

She slowly opened her eyes. The cold white light shone from behind the man, and her vision went from blurry to clear, revealing the man's familiar face.

She unconsciously gripped his hand tightly.

Her fingers slipped between his, clasped tightly, and rubbed back and forth repeatedly.

"Brother," she said in a hoarse voice.

The first thing he said was, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Xu Yuanjia did not answer.

He lowered his eyes, expressionless, and stared coldly at the woman in front of him, remaining silent for a long time.

So long that Shi Luyu thought he hadn't heard her and was about to ask again.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yuanjia suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck tightly.

"Who told you to block my way?" he asked in a low voice.

Shi Luyu was stunned for a moment, "Brother..."

"Who gave you the guts!"

He stared at her, squeezing out each word through clenched teeth.

His fingers tightened, gripping her fragile neck, his tone dripping with mockery.

He said, "Shi Luyu, who do you think you are?"