Futile Devices Scans

At the head of the bed, the little wooden sticks of the bobblehead dolls were still trembling slightly. Xia Liu Yi knelt in the moonlight, eyes closed as he tilted his head back toward the sky, his throat quivering as he slowly lowered himself down. That foreign sensation was completely different from the touch of fingers—thick, hot, and burning, filling him completely. It had only just entered the beginning, yet it already left his entire body weak.

A strange wave of nausea rose in him in the darkness, and those revolting memories lurking in the deepest shadows surfaced before his eyes… He shook his head hard, opened his eyes, and stared straight at He Chu San.

He Chu San had already completely fallen into desire, even more lost and intoxicated than he was. His dark eyes were filled with burning lust and intense love. A drop of sweat slid down from the center of his pale forehead, following the contours of his brows and eyes, gliding past his straight nose, and over his thin lips that trembled slightly with heavy breathing. He was clearly at the limit of his restraint, yet he still held back from moving recklessly, his hands gently stroking and kneading Xia Liu Yi’s lower back and between his thighs, helping him relax.

This damned brat, loving him so cleanly, purely, without doubt, and without concealment.

Xia Liu Yi reached out to him with trembling breaths. He Chu San interlaced their fingers, pulling his hand to his lips and kissing it softly. Warmth spread across his fingertips, making Xia Liu Yi’s heart tremble as he completely sank down onto him! The hardness inside him suddenly pushed to the deepest point—Xia Liu Yi let out a sharp gasp, his breathing instantly stopping! After three to five seconds of stillness, he let out a breath from his nose that sounded almost like a sob, “Haa… A’San…”

Damn it, it felt like being skewered on the tip of a blade—he couldn’t move at all!

He Chu San sensed his discomfort and silent plea for help, propping himself up to wrap his arms around his trembling waist. He first gently withdrew himself, then pulled over two pillows and placed them under his waist, letting him lie back down again. Xia Liu Yi scrunched his face and sucked in cold breaths. He Chu San felt both heartache and helplessness. “Brother Liu Yi, you always act rashly out of stubbornness. You can’t do it like this the first time.”

“Fuck! You sure know a lot! When was your first time? With who?” Xia Liu Yi cursed with his eyes closed in discomfort.

“Right now. With you.”

Xia Liu Yi opened his eyes and glared at him. “Then how the hell do you have the nerve to lecture me?”

Is that my fault? You’re my first love! I’ve waited until today to finally do this with you! And whose fault is that? You’re ridiculously hard to deal with! He Chu San felt utterly wronged, but didn’t dare utter a single word.

Two pitiful older virgins stared at each other. In the end, it was He Chu San who gave in, hesitating as he said, “Otherwise… next time?”

Xia Liu Yi cursed, grabbed hold of the hard He Number Four, and snapped, “You can hold it in? Stop pretending!”

As the boss, at times like this he had to take responsibility. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped an arm around He Chu San’s neck, shut his eyes, steeled his heart, and said, “Go on. Slowly!”

The diligent and studious Elite He, having regained control, finally sped up the progress of this dragged-out affair. Patiently stretching him a few more times, emptying the entire bottle of little blue bottle, he found the right spot, sheathed the sword, and pushed all the way in at once!

Does it hurt, Brother Liu Yi?”

Brother Liu Yi let out a soft grunt with his eyes closed. “It’s okay.”

“Then I’ll move?”

“Mm…”

He Chu San restrained himself and advanced gradually, working him in a rhythm of nine shallow thrusts and one deep, while freeing one hand to tend to Boss Xia’s sensitive tip. As always, Boss Xia enjoyed this treatment immensely. Before long, he covered his face with his arm and began to moan, “Damn… lighter…”

“Lighter on top or lighter below?”

“Fuck, shut up! Ah…”

His moans grew more and more unrestrained. He Chu San understood that there was no need to go easy anywhere. His fingers wickedly pinched and pulled at his nipples, rubbing them forcefully, while his movements below grew heavier, thrusting deeper into him, rubbing along the passage in search of his sensitive spot.

Xia Liu Yi suddenly shuddered, clutching his neck tighter. His legs trembled as they kicked slightly, his long toes curling and tugging at the messy sheets. This time, before he could curse, He Chu San launched a fierce assault toward that spot. Xia Liu Yi buried his face in his shoulder, his moans barely coherent.

Suddenly, as He Chu San gripped the swollen protrusions on his chest, Xia Liu Yi let out a heavy, drawn-out gasp. His inner walls convulsed, and a stream of milky fluid shot onto both their chests!

He Chu San suppressed his own urge under the tightening around him, stopping his movements to help him stroke. Xia Liu Yi bit down on his shoulder, releasing twice more in broken bursts before finally calming, breathing deeply as the trembling subsided.

He Chu San didn’t dare laugh at how quickly he had climaxed, but inside he was indescribably delighted. That sense of accomplishment—like taming a wild cat—surged through him again. Gently kissing Xia Liu Yi’s sweat-damp brow and temples, he patiently waited for his breathing to steady and for him to adjust slightly before beginning to move again.

That earlier release had completely undone Xia Liu Yi—his body fully relaxed, his mind dazed. For a moment, he forgot to pick up the dignity and pride of a boss. As He Chu San’s thrusts grew more intense, he opened his mouth and let out increasingly unrestrained moans, one louder than the last.

At the head of the bed, the bobblehead dolls knocked against each other, producing low sounds that were completely drowned out by the two men’s heavy breathing and the creaking of the bed frame. The long little wooden sticks swung wildly in the air like helicopter propellers, shaking nonstop.

Both of Xia Liu Yi’s nipples had been rubbed until they were red and purplish, almost breaking the skin. His sex swelled fiercely for the third time, rubbing back and forth between their lower abdomens in rhythm with He Chu San’s movements. Suddenly, He Chu San frowned tightly, pulling out the organ that his inner walls seemed reluctant to release, slick with moisture, and began to stroke them together rapidly.

Xia Liu Yi hugged his head, licking and kissing his lips amid their overlapping, intense breaths, and together they let out a long, low groan.

The little wooden sticks of the bobblehead dolls swung more and more slowly, gradually coming to a stop. Suddenly, they trembled a few more times—that was He Chu San, having steadied his breathing, rolling off of Xia Liu Yi. The two lay facing each other, holding one another, occasionally kissing each other’s noses, lips, and the faint stubble on their chins, remaining silent for a long time.

After rehearsing his words several times in his mind, He Chu San finally spoke with some embarrassment, “Brother Liu Yi.”

Xia Liu Yi, already drowsy, lazily responded, “Mm?”

“I…” The palm of the hand wrapped around Xia Liu Yi’s waist began to sweat.

“What?”

“You asked earlier what special day today is.”

“What day?”

He Chu San took several deep breaths, quietly raising his hand to reach for the small box hidden in the gap of the bed. He was a hundred times more nervous than when he took the Advanced Level Examination. “I…”

Ring ring ring—!

The sudden ringing of the brick phone in the living room interrupted him, sounding extremely harsh in the silent late night. It was Xia Liu Yi’s ringtone.

Xia Liu Yi didn’t even glance outside, still asking him, “You what?”

“Uh… maybe you should answer the phone first?”

“What’s a phone call compared to you?” Xia Liu Yi said with a frown.

“…” He Chu San was almost overwhelmed by how lazy yet sexy he looked when saying that.

However, something as important as this in life, spoken amid a relentless, life-urging ringtone, didn’t feel very auspicious. He hesitated again and again—after all, it wouldn’t hurt to wait a little longer. “You should answer it first. Want me to get it for you?”

Xia Liu Yi pressed him back onto the bed just as he was about to get up. Anyone who dared to call and disturb the Dragon Head Boss at this hour was certainly not calling about anything trivial. In such a sensitive time, he didn’t want He Chu San to see the caller ID. Frowning, he got out of bed himself, walking out with slightly parted legs, completely naked, to answer the call.

He Chu San secretly felt the small box into his palm, his heartbeat pounding like thunder, his whole body turning cold with nervousness as he lay on the bed waiting for him.

Yet in less than twenty seconds, Xia Liu Yi returned with a blank expression, striding quickly back and going straight to the wardrobe to grab clothes. “I have something to deal with outside! You…”

As he said this, he suddenly realized his own abruptness and how irresponsible he was being toward He Chu San. Facing the wardrobe, he took a deep breath, silently scolding himself. Then he turned around, giving He Chu San an apologetic smile, walked to the bedside, bent down, and kissed him.

“I have something urgent to take care of—I have to go out. You go to sleep first, okay?”

He Chu San lifted his head and returned his kiss. “Mm, be careful.”

Xia Liu Yi didn’t even have time to wash up. He went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel, hastily wiped himself down, pulled on his pants, threw on a thin shirt, and was about to head out when He Chu San chased after him to add an extra coat.

Xia Liu Yi moved somewhat stiffly and awkwardly as he walked next door, knocking to summon two bodyguards on duty. Holding the coat draped over his shoulders with both hands, he turned back to glance at He Chu San, who was still standing at the doorway watching him.

“Go back inside. Don’t wait for me,” he nodded to He Chu San, then turned and walked toward the elevator with the bodyguards. As he walked, he quietly instructed them, “Send a few more people to protect Mr. He.”

“Yes.”

He Chu San stood motionless at the doorway, watching the figures of Boss Xia and the bodyguards waiting for the elevator at the end of the corridor. His hand, tucked into the pocket of his robe, still tightly gripped the small box. The night breeze was slightly cool—there was no way he wasn’t feeling a bit dejected. Tonight, it was clearly Boss Xia who had “smoked” his cigarette, yet somehow he himself felt like a virtuous woman who had been used and abandoned by an underworld man, standing at the doorway as if about to turn into a stone waiting-for-husband statue?

The arriving elevator let out a loud clang, interrupting his thoughts. Watching Xia Liu Yi’s back disappear into the elevator, he let out a long sigh and turned to go back inside and close the door.

The sound of hurried footsteps abruptly stopped him. Raising his head in surprise and confusion, he was suddenly pinned against the door by Xia Liu Yi, who had rushed back out of the elevator! The two were of similar height, and following the momentum of the collision, Xia Liu Yi once again captured his lips—countless times tonight.

They lingered in a kiss for several seconds before Xia Liu Yi reluctantly pulled away, his eyes full of apology as he said again, “Sorry. I’ll try to come back earlier.”

“Okay.”

“What you were about to say earlier—tell me when I come back, you have to.”

“Okay.”

“I’m leaving now.”

“Okay. Come back soon.”

This time, He Chu San escorted Xia Liu Yi all the way to the elevator. Xia Liu Yi tugged at the corner of his lips in a faint smile and waved at him, signaling for him to go back, then reached out and pressed the elevator door closed.

……

The elevator slowly descended to the ground floor, and the curve of Xia Liu Yi’s lips fell along with his expression, turning cold and grim.

Suppressing the slight discomfort between his legs, he strode quickly through the corridor and out onto the street. The frigid sea wind of the late night slammed into him head-on. As the cold air rushed into his lungs, a surge of dark fury suddenly ignited in his chest! Twisted killing intent spread through his eyes, streaking them with bloodshot veins!

—Boss, Jade Guanyin was stabbed by an assassin this afternoon. She only just regained consciousness. She says she has something to tell you—about the death of the Azure Dragon Boss.

The car sped like lightning, heading toward Xiao Ma’s residence near Hung Hom Pier. It was a remote seaside village house, a two-story building that looked old and unremarkable on the outside. The living room on the first floor was in a mess, furniture overturned chaotically. Two of Xiao Ma’s underlings were scrubbing bloodstains from the floor. Seeing the Boss barge in with large strides, they quickly greeted him and tactfully retreated.

Xia Liu Yi went upstairs alone. In Xiao Ma’s bedroom, a dim light was on, an IV drip hung by the bed, and the air was filled with the sharp smell of disinfectant mixed with blood. With a cold expression, Xia Liu Yi strode into the room and grabbed Jade Guanyin, who was lying on the bed—this time, Xiao Ma stepped in to stop him. “Boss! The private doctor just left—he said her injuries are… quite serious…”

“Get out,” Xia Liu Yi said expressionlessly.

Xiao Ma worried that if the Boss got worked up, he might punch Jade Guanyin to death. Hesitating, he didn’t dare move. Xia Liu Yi lifted his gaze and glanced at him—Xiao Ma shuddered, then bolted out as if his backside were on fire, shutting the door and pressing against it to listen.

After driving Xiao Ma away with a glare sharp as blades, Xia Liu Yi pressed the pale-faced Jade Guanyin heavily back onto the pillow. Jade Guanyin weakly met his gaze, her muddled vision focusing on his cold expression. Then, unexpectedly, she curled her lips into a smug smile.

Xia Liu Yi immediately slapped her hard! Jade Guanyin’s head slammed into the pillow as she coughed up a mouthful of blood! Outside, Xiao Ma’s eyelids twitched as he listened, filled with anxiety.

“What do you know? How long have you known? Why only say it now?” Xia Liu Yi’s calm, icy voice carried killing intent.

Jade Guanyin buried her face in the pillow and laughed hoarsely, her mouth full of blood, her words slurred.

“For… seeing the look on your face now. Really… cute…”

Xia Liu Yi grabbed her hair and yanked her head up, raising his hand as if to slap her again. Jade Guanyin coughed out a mouthful of bloody saliva, wiped her mouth, and the madness in her eyes suddenly cleared for a moment, her tone turning vicious. “I used to belong to Godfather. Why should I betray him and help you?”

Seeing that she was finally speaking seriously, Xia Liu Yi threw her back onto the pillow and sneered. “Too bad you’re no longer Godfather’s precious darling. He’s hunting you down across the world—without my protection, you’ll end up a dead dog on the street.”

Jade Guanyin chuckled again, covering her wounded abdomen with the hand that still had the IV needle inserted, her laughter growing more labored. “Xiao Liu, little cutie, do you think I came to Hong Kong to beg for your protection? Hahaha… The people Godfather wants dead—how could you possibly protect them? You can’t even protect your own boss! Heh… ugh!”

Xia Liu Yi grabbed her throat again, forcefully cutting off her mocking laughter. “What are you implying? About Azure Dragon—how much do you actually know?”

Jade Guanyin coughed weakly in his grip. Xia Liu Yi loosened his hand slightly, and she laughed. “In recent years, Godfather has only sent assassins to Hong Kong twice. Once was to kill me. The other time was three years ago…”

“Nonsense! Azure Dragon died at Xu Ying’s hands!” Xia Liu Yi said coldly. “Jade Guanyin, I know what you’re trying to pull! You’ve offended godfather and have nowhere to go, so you want to drive a wedge between me and him, so you can fish in troubled waters?”

Jade Guanyin coughed a few more times and said, “Do you remember when Godfather once sent people to Hong Kong to investigate you? Later, you went to Thailand yourself to explain to him that you didn’t kill your brother to seize power, and only then did he continue cooperating with you… Actually, those two people had already arrived in Hong Kong before anything happened to Azure Dragon. After Azure Dragon’s death, they stayed in Hong Kong, just to find out how much you, the new Dragon Head, knew—and whether you needed to be eliminated as well. When you went to Thailand to see godfather, besides me and him in the room, there were several people lying in ambush. With just one look from him, we would have made a move against you. After you left, Godfather said to me…”

She imitated Golden Maitreya’s kind yet chilling smile, repeating in Thai, “He’s foolishly adorable.”

Xia Liu Yi’s breathing became rapid and unsteady!

It wasn’t that he had never suspected Golden Maitreya. Xu Ying’s strange dying words had made him suspect many people. But all previous clues pointed to Xu Ying, Fat Seven, and Inspector Hua, and these three had no connection to Golden Maitreya, who was far away in Thailand. If Azure Dragon were to be killed, Xu Ying could have done it himself—why would he need outside help? Moreover, when Azure Dragon’s father was alive, he had a life-and-death friendship with Golden Maitreya, and Azure Dragon’s ten years of cooperation with him had brought enormous profits. What reason would Golden Maitreya have to eliminate Azure Dragon, his so-called “good nephew”?

A storm raged within Xia Liu Yi’s heart, a biting cold wind piercing into his bones.

“Why would Godfather want to get rid of Azure Dragon?”

“I don’t know the reason. I only know that back then, he received a call from Hong Kong, and then he sent assassins. I’m just as curious as you—what leverage Azure Dragon had on Godfather, and why he wanted him dead.”

“I don’t believe you,” Xia Liu Yi said. “Your nonsense alone proves nothing.”

Jade Guanyin turned her head and coughed up another mouthful of blood. Swallowing, she turned back, her face pale and weak, yet her eyes gleaming with cunning light. “Believe it or not, that’s up to you. As for ‘proof,’ you’ll have to come find it with me. I told you—I didn’t come to Hong Kong to beg you to protect me. Heh.”

She smiled smugly. “I came so you could capture me and take credit.”

Xia Liu Yi stayed in Xiao Ma’s village house for another half hour. The night was deep and heavy as he left Hung Hom Pier by car. After about ten minutes of driving, the bodyguard A Mao spoke up, “Boss, there’s a car following us.”

Xia Liu Yi was lost in deep thought and didn’t pay much attention. “Police? Shake them off.”

“Doesn’t look like police. Only one car, and it’s following very closely.”

Xia Liu Yi snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look. In the trailing vehicle, both the driver and the front passenger were dressed in black, their features resembling Southeast Asians. The car maintained a steady speed, closely following them—not making a move, not quite tracking either, more like a warning.

They were Golden Maitreya’s people.

Xia Liu Yi frowned slightly and turned back. “Turn around. We’ll stay in Kowloon City tonight. A Nan, send more bodyguards to Mr. He and Xiao Ma.”

“Yes.”

After giving his orders, he had the bodyguard take out a brand-new brick phone from the car compartment. Lowering his head, expressionless, he entered a string of international numbers and pressed dial. The moment the call connected, his face shifted into one of humble respect.

He spoke in Thai, “Hello? I have something urgent to discuss with Godfather. Has the old man already gone to sleep?”

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