Yang Huaijin woke up in the darkness, feeling a slight swaying sensation beneath him, realizing he was on a boat. There was a faint light seeping through the crack in the door, aiding him in adjusting to the darkness.
After some time, he heard movement outside the door. A metal rod protruded through the crack, finding a point for leverage and prying the door open. The lock was broken, the door swung open, and a tall figure stood silhouetted against the light, calling Yang Huaijin’s name: “A-jin!”
It was Feng Zhi!
Feng Zhi was still covered in bloodstains, whether his own or someone else’s, Yang Huaijin couldn’t tell.
His previous wounds had been crudely treated, but it was evident he had just been through another bloody battle, with his arm and T-shirt stained with blood. After forcibly breaking the door, he was visibly exhausted. When he looked at Yang Huaijin, he exuded a fierce aura, like a demon from hell.
Without explaining anything to Yang Huaijin, ‘Asura’ evil spirits in Indian mythology saw the surprise in his eyes and immediately kissed him, his tongue boldly exploring the other’s mouth, greedily capturing the sweet scent of Omega. After kissing for a while, he released him.
“I’m here to take you out.”
“A-jiu, how are you? Where are you injured?”
Hearing Yang Huaijin’s anxious voice, Feng Zhi couldn’t help but smirk. In truth, he didn’t want to smile. He wanted to portray himself as a heroic figure rescuing Yang Huaijin, but he couldn’t control his own heart. Every emotional response from Yang Huaijin made his heart race. The feeling of being cared for was too good, especially when it came from someone he liked.
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He shook his head. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood.”
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He gently returned the embrace to Feng Zhi, but his words weren’t comforting. “A-jiu, a deep mark can’t bind me. If I decide to leave you, even if I have to completely remove my gland, I won’t hesitate.”
Feng Zhi’s arm around Yang Huaijin trembled slightly. Then, he tightened his grip on him and said, “Don’t hurt yourself… I won’t bind you. I can’t bind you. I know.” Feng Zhi turned his head and bit Yang Huaijin’s neck resentfully, but he didn’t apply much force. After biting, fearing that it might hurt, he kissed the skin to soothe it. “At least for now, you’re mine… Yes, I’m despicable, I’m petty, but I don’t regret it… A-jiu, you can hit me however you want, I… just don’t hurt yourself…”
Yang Huaijin had just uttered harsh words, but faced with what Feng Zhi said, his mind was conflicted. On one hand, his rational self told him, ‘An Alpha’s words are all driven by pheromones, they can’t be trusted.’ On the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel that all the hardness in his heart softened with the warmth of Feng Zhi’s body.
“You… are such a jerk…”
“Yeah, you’ve gotten yourself tangled up with a jerk.”
Loving someone is an utterly irrational thing, it defies reason and logic. Fortunately, most people never encounter such deeply felt emotions in their lifetime, allowing them to manage their feelings with reason, living their lives in a smooth and orderly manner. But once encountered, even the most rational person may act irrationally. Yang Huaijin always thought of himself as someone who could approach emotions with reason, until he met Feng Zhi.
After exchanging a few words, Feng Zhi took Yang Huaijin away.
After leaving the dark room, Yang Huaijin realized that the ship was bustling with activity. All the crew members were rushing in a certain direction. Yang Huaijin and Feng Zhi walked while dodging people. In a secluded area with no one around, Yang Huaijin squeezed the arm of the guy in front of him and asked what was going on.
Feng Zhi turned around, smiling mischievously, “I set fire to Chen Qi’s place. Right now, it’s burning at the stern of the ship!”
Yang Huaijin chuckled, “Are you crazy? Setting fire on a ship? How do you plan to escape if it catches fire?”
Feng Zhi grabbed his hand and rubbed the other’s fingers in his palm, “Can you swim?”
Yang Huaijin was taken aback, “What do you mean?”
“I never intended for this fire to be put out. In a while, the ship will pass by a small island. Take the opportunity to jump into the water, and I’ll stir up things on the ship even more. If you can’t swim, just hold onto a lifebuoy and wait for me. If you can, swim to the island and wait for me there,” Feng Zhi said. “It’s about 2000 meters, can you handle it?”
Yang Huaijin lifted his chin. “5000 meters wouldn’t be a problem!”
Feng Zhi smirked. “I knew it.”
They navigated through the cabin. It was a sizable cargo ship, carrying ordinary goods, but judging from the room where Yang Huaijin was held captive, it was clear that shipping wasn’t the ship’s true purpose. However, a vessel of this size shouldn’t travel too far. Its ultimate destination was likely to transport people to the open sea and rendezvous with other ships to transfer them away.
This method was indeed covert, with the actual illegal transactions occurring outside the country. It’s no wonder Chen Qi has been involved in human trafficking for so many years without being discovered.
They hid in the cargo hold on the top level of the ship, where the abundance of goods made it easier to conceal themselves, waiting for the ship to approach the target island. Then, they would act according to plan.
Feng Zhi handed something to Yang Huaijin. The cold, metallic texture and weight in his warm hand made Yang Huaijin pause before realizing what it was—a handgun!
“Do you know how to use a gun?” Feng Zhi asked.
“I’ve been to a shooting range before…”
“A sniper rifle?”
“Yeah, I’ve used a handgun too.” Yang Huaijin stared at the gun in his hand. He had handled real guns before, but the current situation was different.
Feng Zhi positioned the handgun in Yang Huaijin’s palm, wrapping his arms around Yang Huaijin from behind, lifting his arm, and placing his tense index finger on the trigger, with Feng Zhi’s own index finger covering it. He slightly bent his knees, aligning his eyes with Yang Huaijin’s, their heads pressed closely together, their hands firmly joined, palms against the back of Yang Huaijin’s hand.
Feng Zhi whispered softly in Yang Huaijin’s ear, “Don’t be nervous. You can use your left hand to support your right hand for stability. When aiming, try to align this part with the sights and your target.” Feng Zhi’s fingertips traced over the top of the gun, enveloping Yang Huaijin in his embrace. Yang Huaijin’s heart quickened with Feng Zhi’s movements, his right hand feeling a coolness before being covered by the warmth of Feng Zhi’s palm. Feng Zhi’s voice sounded in his ear, “Don’t squeeze the trigger too hard; it will affect your accuracy. If you don’t want to kill, aim away from the head; the body is a larger target and easier to hit.”
Feng Zhi released Yang Huaijin’s arm, placing both hands on Yang Huaijin’s shoulders. He leaned in, lightly kissing Yang Huaijin’s right ear and temple. “Protect yourself.”
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