Elio’s notes: Hi everyone! We updated chapter 37. We got the raws for the explicit version. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Xiao Luo carried a small black leather whip into the bathroom. He Chu San stood outside the door, listening as a flurry of sharp crack sounds rang out within, flesh splitting under the lash, accompanied by Xiao Luo’s stern interrogation. His stomach spasmed again, his legs going weak as he clutched the sofa and sat down.
—What was the Boss’s man worth? The Boss-lady’s woman was the true unparalleled beauty of this world.
Before long, Xiao Luo finished her interrogation and emerged, her expression dark. “Go back. Be careful on the road.” As she spoke, she wrapped a long coat over her nightdress and pulled a gun from the kitchen drawer, slipping it into her pocket.
“Where are you going?”
“You guessed right—they came here looking for the account ledger too. Pao Zai plans to turn traitor tonight, kill Dong Dong and Little Ma, and seize power for himself. I’m going to save Dong Dong.” Xiao Luo said, then suddenly noticed He Chu San’s expression. “You know something?”
“Don’t go,” He Chu San said with difficulty.
“What do you know?” Xiao Luo narrowed her eyes. “You know Pao Zai has betrayed us? Something’s already happened in the company? Where is Dong Dong now?”
“……”
Seeing him unable to speak, she grew agitated, pulling out her gun and moving to rush out. He Chu San hurriedly stopped her. “Calm down and listen to me! Before I came… Sister Dong Dong… she… she was forced to jump…”
His eyes reddened.
Xiao Luo’s face turned as pale as his. She stared blankly at him. He Chu San thought she would cry—but her eyes remained dry, her expression vacant, as though her soul had left her body.
Suddenly, she turned and ran toward the window, flinging it open and leaping toward the thirty-story drop!
He Chu San lunged forward and grabbed her around the waist from behind! Xiao Luo struggled outward, dragging him toward the window. One arm wrapped around her, the other braced desperately against the frame—
“Xiao Luo! Calm down! Xiao Luo! Ah—!”
He cried out in pain—she had bitten his arm. Taking the chance, she shoved him away and threw herself backward against the window frame, about to flip out—
Cold sweat burst across He Chu San’s back. He lunged again, catching her arm—
And behind him came a furious roar:
“You bastard! Stop!”
He Chu San froze. The voice sounded oddly familiar—before he could react, someone burst forward and kicked him hard into the wall!
“Damn you! You trying to push her off the building?!” Cui Dong Dong drew her gun and pressed it against his forehead.
Xiao Luo rushed back to stop her. “I was the one jumping! He was stopping me!”
Cui Dong Dong frowned suspiciously. “Are you insane? Why would you jump?”
“I jump—” Xiao Luo slapped her across the face! “Weren’t you dead?!”
Cui Dong Dong reeled, clutching her face. “Who said I was dead?!”
“He did!” Xiao Luo pointed.
Cui Dong Dong immediately kicked at He Chu San again. He shrank back, narrowly avoiding it.
“You little bastard! What nonsense are you spouting?!”
Before she could finish, Xiao Luo slapped her again from the other side, grinding her teeth. “Cui Dong Dong! Weren’t you dead?!”
“I’m not dead!” Cui Dongdong cried, clutching both cheeks. “Are you stupid? You believe everything he says? If I hadn’t come back just now, would you have jumped already?!”
“Can’t I jump to calm down?!” Xiao Luo snapped, leaping up to smack her again.
Cui Dong Dong winced, holding her head. “Why are you even home? Didn’t I tell you to go to Guangzhou today?! Why did you come back?! When will you ever listen properly?! You’re always causing trouble!”
“To hell with that!” Xiao Luo shot back. “Do you think I’m stupid?! You already knew Pao Zai would betray us tonight—you deliberately sent me away! Causing trouble? I knew from how sneaky you’ve been these past days that something was wrong! Causing trouble? I caught two traitors for you! That’s causing trouble?!” The more she spoke, the angrier she became, pouncing on Cui Dong Dong and grabbing her ears, clawing at her like a wildcat. “Keeping things from me! Sending me away!”
“Hey, hey—two hits is enough! There’s someone watching—give me some face—ah! Stop! You’re still hitting?!” Cui Dong Dong finally snapped, grabbing both her hands and roaring, “You crazy woman! Enough!”
Xiao Luo burst into loud sobs, tears streaming down her face. “I was worried about you! Wuu… such a dangerous thing and you didn’t tell me—if you really died, I wouldn’t go on living either…”
“Why are you crying?! You’re so annoying! I just didn’t want you to worry! Fine, fine—hit me then, hit me however you like—just beat me to death…”
The thoroughly ignored He Chu San clutched his ribs, which had nearly been broken from that kick, staring blankly as the two carried on their quarrel—only for it to turn, before long, into affectionate bickering… and then, unbelievably, into pouting and kissing.
Xiao Ma, who had followed Cui Dong Dong in earlier, came over and patted He Chu San sympathetically, offering him a cigarette.
He Chu San, who never smoked, silently accepted it and placed it between his lips. Xiao Ma lit it for him, then for himself, exhaling leisurely.
“What are you worrying for?” Xiao Ma said casually. “That window at her place—every time Xiao Luo throws a tantrum, she jumps out. Happens eight times a month. There’s a big ledge outside, fenced off, with two layers of mattresses.”
He Chu San choked violently on the smoke, coughing uncontrollably.
When he finally recovered, face flushed, he let out a long sigh—realizing this entire trip had been nothing but unnecessary meddling.
……
Cui Dong Dong’s residence was no longer safe. The group carried the two captives downstairs, stuffed them into the trunk, and returned to He Chu San’s apartment.
Xin Xin opened the door, face flushed, and threw herself into He Chu San’s arms, clinging tightly to his waist. “My withdrawal’s hitting—I feel awful!”
Before He Chu San could react, Cui Dong Dong kicked him from behind, roaring, “You shameless flirt! The Boss just got locked up and you’ve already taken a side piece?!”
“He’s really with the Boss?!” Xiao Ma exploded, grabbing He Chu San by the collar. “You damn pervert—you seduced our Boss?!”
“You’re really gay?!” Xin Xin shrieked. “You’re with the ‘Boss’?!”
“Everyone,” He Chu San said weakly, weighed down by a person hanging off him, collar grabbed, and a footprint on his backside, “I understand you all have… considerable grievances with me. But could we perhaps go inside first before continuing this discussion?”
……
After much commotion, the two assassins, along with Da Gao and A’Sen, were all stuffed into the bathroom. Xin Xin, in withdrawal, was tied to the bed in the bedroom. At last, the rest were able to sit down on the sofa and talk properly.
“You already knew Pao Zai was a problem?” He Chu San asked.
Cui Dong Dong replied, “The Boss had long suspected him. We found that the matter with Big Scarhead and the video bribing Inspector Xu were both orchestrated by Pao Zai. But he’s just a puppet—there’s someone behind him. The Boss knew that once he was imprisoned, Pao Zai would seize the chance to rebel, so we played along to draw out the one behind the scenes. We made preparations early. After Pao Zai turned, I pretended to jump from the rooftop and fake my death—what they saw fall was a corpse with its face smashed. With me ‘dead’ and Xiao Ma ‘gone,’ Elder Qiu finally showed his hand. He’s now openly detaining the other elders and has installed Pao Zai as acting Dragon Head.”
“What about A’Sen? You knew he was a traitor too?” He Chusan asked.
“A’Sen hid it well. We only discovered during the chaos in the meeting hall that he was Pao Zai’s man. He was injured by A’Nan and escaped. Who would’ve thought he’d run to your place looking for the ledger, planning to use it to gain favor with Pao Zai?” Cui Dong Dong sighed. “Luckily you’re safe. Otherwise, I wouldn’t know how to answer to the Boss. These past months, the Boss avoided contacting you so Pao Zai wouldn’t discover your connection and drag you into this. Yet in the end, you were still pulled in—it’s my fault for not uncovering A’Sen’s background.”
“No, no,” He Chu San hurried to reassure her. “It’s not your fault. Who could have predicted this?”
Cui Dong Dong gave him a long, meaningful look, her thoughts complicated.
These past months, she had cut off all contact with him—partly because of Xia Liu Yi’s orders to keep him uninvolved, and partly because she had truly been angered by his earlier refusal. As someone of the jianghu, she believed the word righteousness was carved into the bone—one should brave blades and fire for one’s brothers without hesitation. To her, someone like He Chu San—so tender and affectionate in peace, yet shrinking away when trouble came—was contemptible.
Added to that was the suspicion that he had planted a listening device on her phone. In her anger, she had even harbored thoughts of killing him—she and Xia Liu Yi were as close as siblings; she could not tolerate a two-faced man by his side.
Yet as time passed and her anger cooled, recalling the moments between Xia Liu Yi and He Chu San stirred doubt in her heart. He Chu San did not seem that kind of man. His feelings for Xia Liu Yi were genuine, expecting nothing in return. A man of clean background and bright prospects—what could he possibly gain from Xia Liu Yi otherwise?
Moreover, judging by his usual intelligence and composure, he was neither hypocritical nor weak.
Especially today—if he truly feared danger, why would he risk his life to save Xiao Luo, someone he barely knew?
……
“Brother! Help me! I feel awful!” Xin Xin’s cry from the bedroom snapped Cui Dong Dong out of her thoughts.
She turned to Xiao Luo. “Go help her.”
Xiao Luo had already returned to her usual obedient demeanor and went at once.
“She’ll be alright, right?” He Chu San asked worriedly. “I want to send her to rehab.”
“Don’t worry. Xiao Luo knows how to handle it,” Cui Dong Dong said. “She’s been drugged before—she knows how to detox.”
Then she gave a short laugh. “Instead of worrying about your sister, you should worry about your Brother Liu Yi.”
“Brother Liu Yi? What about him?!” He Chu San’s face turned pale.
“You think Pao Zai and Elder Qiu will let Xia Liu Yi live peacefully in prison?”
At the same time—Stanley Prison.
On the lime-washed floor of the bathhouse, mottled with damp stains, a drop of blood fell… then another… until it slowly spread into a shallow pool.
Xia Liu Yi released his grip.
The man standing before him collapsed without warning, slipping into the blood and convulsing. Xia Liu Yi lowered his gaze and, unhurried, wiped the blood from the paper knife against his half-wet trousers—the very blade he had just snatched from the man’s hand.
Today was his first day behind bars.
In the dead of night, inside the bathhouse, he and Big Scarhead—who had been imprisoned a few months earlier—had been surrounded by this group of ambushers.
He handed the knife to Big Scarhead at his side. “Still holding up?”
Big Scarhead swallowed and nodded.
Xia Liu Yi gave his shoulder a light pat, then tilted his head toward the trembling hulks across from them, a cold smile curling at his lips. “Who’s next?”
The men hesitated, frozen in place. From the rear, their leader snarled in frustration, “Can’t you see his right hand’s crippled?! Hit his right side!”
Xia Liu Yi’s sharp gaze shot toward him like a blade. The man instinctively stepped back, then, humiliated into fury, roared and shoved through the crowd, charging forward!
Before he could even reach Xia Liu Yi’s “right side,” Xia Liu Yi drove a kick straight into his chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Grabbing the hand that held the weapon, he smashed it against the floor, knocking the blade flying far away! In the same motion, he seized the man by the head and slammed it viciously against the nearby wall!
The man’s face twisted instantly, blood and flesh spraying. Struggling, he screamed hoarsely toward Xia Liu Yi’s back, “Big Scarhead! Do it!”
A rush of wind tightened behind him—Xia Liu Yi sensed it and spun—
Big Scarhead had raised the paper knife and thrust it straight at him!
……
“What do we do then?!” He Chu San cried anxiously. “Does he have people inside helping him? Is Big Scarhead with him? Are they in the same cell?”
In that instant, he lost all reason, as if doused in oil and set alight. He shot to his feet, blood surging hotly to his head, the wound on his forehead throbbing as though his bones were being sawn apart.
—Brother Liu Yi’s hand is injured, and now he’s in prison. If something happens, who’s going to save him?!
The image of Xia Liu Yi being surrounded and attacked in prison flashed through his mind. The boiling blood in his body seemed to freeze in an instant. Gasping twice, he clutched his stomach and crouched down as violent spasms seized it once more.
Seeing him so undone, Cui Dong Dong remained cold-faced, tilting her head as she lit a cigarette. Xiao Ma leaned back on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, letting out a sneer through clenched teeth.
They were merely watching a show.
After tonight, they knew He Chu San was one of their own—but being “one of their own” did not mean being the same kind of person. He Chu San was a friend, but never a “brother.”
That, He Chu San understood as well.
Crouched on the floor, he forced himself to breathe, gradually calming down.
“No,” he shook his head. “Brother Liu Yi is too shrewd—he must have made arrangements. Nothing will happen to him. You said that on purpose, to make me feel guilty—regret not helping you with the accounts before.”
He lifted his head to look at Cui Dong Dong. His face was pale, but his gaze was firm. “I won’t regret it. I can’t do things your way. I’m not the same as you.”
His head pounded as if splitting apart. Supporting himself against the wall, he sat down by the dining table, fixing his eyes on her without another word.
Cui Dong Dong held his gaze for a long moment. Their eyes met in the air, sparks of silent friction crackling between them.
At last, she sighed.
“I’ll ask you a few questions,” she said. “If you lie even once, I swear—as long as I live, you won’t take a single step closer to him.”
“Go ahead.”
“The bug in my phone—did you plant it?”
The light in He Chu San’s eyes dimmed for a moment. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“I wanted to monitor your movements, report you to the police, force you to go legit.”
Cui Dong Dong ground her teeth and laughed. “So it was you. The gang’s had one incident after another lately—aside from Pao Zai stirring trouble, did you have anything to do with it?”
“No. After I planted the bug, I never used it. I regretted it. I knew he wouldn’t forgive me.”
“What else have you done to betray him?”
“I met with O Unit’s Sir Xie. He asked me to cooperate with him—I refused. I already confessed that to Brother Liu Yi.”
“Nothing else?”
“Nothing.”
Cui Dong Dong studied him for a long time, her gaze sharp as a blade. Finally, she said, “I can’t trust you completely.”
“I know.”
“Liu Yi might forgive you—because you didn’t mean him harm. I won’t. You’re not on the same path as us. You don’t have bad intentions—but you have ulterior motives.”
“My only motive is that I love him,” He Chu San said, meeting her eyes. “You can throw yourselves into fire and hell for your brothers, follow him even into damnation. I can’t. Because what I want… is to pull him out of hell.”
Cui Dong Dong let out another scoff. “Disgusting. Naive. Childish.”
Her expression hardened. “I’m not interested in your nonsense. Whatever’s in your heart is none of my business. But if you ever dare betray him, make him suffer—I’ll dig your heart out, chop it into pieces, and feed it to dogs. Got it?”
He Chu San answered calmly, “Got it.”
“Good.” The harshness faded from her face.
Just then, Xiao Luo came out of the bedroom. Cui Dong Dong reached out, dragged her into her arms, and planted a solid kiss on her before saying to He Chu San, “Even though you didn’t help for shit, thanks for coming to save my girl.”
“No need to thank me. I should have.”
“I was just scaring you earlier. The Boss has arrangements inside—nothing will happen.”
“I figured.” He Chu San forced a faint smile, though his face remained pale.
……
The paper knife in Big Scarhead’s hand passed by Xia Liu Yi—and plunged straight into the leader’s abdomen.
The sound of blade entering flesh was crisp, like slicing through a melon.
The man froze in disbelief, clutching the blade as he bent over, his face twisted. “Scar… you… you promised Brother Pao you’d turn…”
“It was the Boss who told me to contact Pao Zai first—pretend to defect,” Scarhead said.
He gave a whistle.
From outside the bathhouse, over a dozen men poured in, instantly surrounding the ambushers. The attackers stared wide-eyed at one another, then helplessly dropped their weapons and surrendered.
The leader gaped, staring at these reinforcements that had appeared from nowhere, then looked up at Xia Liu Yi behind Big Scarhead.
Xia Liu Yi stood in the pool of blood. Steam rose around him from the running water, cloaking his figure in a hazy veil. Under the dim light, the countless old scars crisscrossing his body appeared dark red and grotesque. Half his face was smeared with blood. Lowering his eyes, he looked down at the leader with a strange, smiling expression—like a life-reaping demon risen from the depths.
Black Children’s Day. Twin-blade Blood Asura.
The leader’s legs gave out, and he collapsed, shivering to his core.
Xia Liu Yi leisurely wiped the splattered blood from his face, then rubbed the clotting residue between his fingers. “It’s been a long time since I treated someone to ‘Children’s Day.’ With this blade stuck in your belly—if I stir it around in circles… wouldn’t it be like putting you on a merry-go-round? Tell me—how many rounds can you last?”
“Spare me! Spare me, Boss!” the man wailed. “I was just paid to do a job! It was Brother Pao—it was him who ordered it!”
“Who’s behind Pao Zai?”
“I—I don’t know…”
Xia Liu Yi made a twisting motion with his hand.
“No—no! Please!” the man screamed. “It might be one of the elders—Uncle Qiu! I’ve seen him meeting Brother Pao in secret! No—yes! It must be him! You can have someone check!”
“Uncle Qiu…” Xia Liuyi repeated the name with amusement, raising his hand again.
“Spare me! Spare me!” the man shrieked.
But Scarhead merely hauled him up.
“Send him to the infirmary,” Xia Liu Yi said lazily, then kicked another man groaning on the ground. “Take this one too.”
The ambushers hurried forward in fear, helping their companions up—only to be stopped by Xia Liu Yi.
“When the doctor and the officers ask—what will you say?”
They exchanged glances. The leader, still clutched by Big Scarhead, said weakly, “He and I got into a fight… we stabbed each other.”
Xia Liu Yi’s lips curved. “Smart. Count how much time you’ve got left on your sentence. Whether you’ll live to walk out—that should tell you how to speak.”
The terrified men nodded frantically.
With Big Scarhead and a few lackeys, they escorted the subdued attackers to the infirmary.
Xia Liu Yi remained behind, turned on the tap, and took a thorough shower. Around him, others bustled about, cleaning the blood from the bathhouse floor.
At last, he stepped out through the mist of steam. A subordinate immediately handed him a towel. He grabbed it and roughly wiped himself down. Another offered him a clean set of prison clothes.
Balancing on one foot as he pulled on his trousers, he asked casually, “Who’s running things here now?”
“Back then, it was that group under Fat Seven of the He Sheng Society—the leader’s called ‘Shrimp Skin,’ used to be Fat Seven’s Deputy Hall Master,” the subordinate replied respectfully. “And then there’s Boss Sha from the Sha Family Gang. He had one leg broken by the cops—walks with a limp now, so they call him ‘Limping Sha.’ Fat Seven betrayed him back then and took his turf, and Shrimp Skin helped with that, so Limping Sha and Shrimp Skin are sworn enemies. Right now, it’s basically their two factions—everyone else is small fry.”
“Limping Sha… Shrimp Skin…” Xia Liu Yi chewed over the names, letting out a cold laugh. He kicked forward, sliding his foot into the slippers a subordinate had placed at his feet. “Tomorrow, I’ll go meet these two ‘Sha’ and ‘Skin’ dogs.”
Finally, he grabbed the brand-new prison shirt and shook it over his half-damp, bare arms—like donning a tiger-skin cloak.
This newly crowned prison king strode out of the bathhouse in great steps, surrounded by his men.
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