Futile Devices Scans

The women looked at each other. One woman whose face looked like it had been coated in white powder spoke up: “The five of us are to serve him alone?”

Xue Bao Tian raised a brow, silently agreeing.

Women who had long frequented the pleasure scene and lacked good looks had seen all kinds of filth and ugliness, but this kind of situation was a first, so they couldn’t help but hesitate.

Xue Bao Tian let out a cold snort and shot a glance at his lackeys. The cash on the table doubled.

Only a fool refuses money. The women grew restless again, their gazes beneath stiff, heavy lashes drifting toward Zhang Chi’s lower body.

Xue Bao Tian smugly stubbed out his cigarette and ordered: “Strip him, show them the goods, let the ladies take a look.”

At those words, the black boxer briefs became the center of attention. Beneath them, it was stretched tight, and even at rest, it was quite impressive.

Everyone in the room had different expressions. Only Xue Bao Tian suddenly felt his backside ache.

A surge of viciousness rose in him: “What are you waiting for? I told you to strip him naked!”

“Two hundred yuan, what do you mean by this?” Zhang Chi slowly straightened his back, staring directly at the sinister and irritable man on the sofa.

“Two hundred yuan” was Xue Bao Tian’s sore spot—touch it and he exploded. Like he’d touched a live wire, he sprang up instantly, grabbed the blood-stained ashtray, and rushed forward again.

“Fuck your damn uncle! You think I can’t beat you into submission? If you call me ‘two hundred yuan’ again, I’ll—”

The harsh words abruptly cut off. Zhang Chi stood up.

The man’s hands were still bound behind his back, which only made his strong chest muscles more pronounced. Without clothing, his bulging muscles struck the eye, and the lines of his arms and legs were wild, solid like reinforced concrete.

“If I call you ‘two hundred yuan’ again, what will you do?” Half of the man’s face was covered in blood. His suddenly cold and severe expression looked especially eerie. His lips parted, pulling strands of dark red blood, as he lightly said: “Two hundred yuan.”

The women stepped back in fear.

The ashtray raised in midair dropped slightly.

Xue Bao Tian’s momentum suddenly weakened. He recalled that unbearable evening—after he had cursed non-stop for ten minutes, the man had finally been provoked and said that line that still made him shudder: “If you keep saying ‘fuck this’ and ‘fuck that,’ I’ll fuck you again.”

Now, Xue Bao Tian finally understood: Zhang Chi wasn’t someone with a bad temper. On the contrary, he was quite reasonable. But if pushed too far, the viciousness buried deep in his bones would break through—and he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

But—this was his territory after all. With five or six hired “bodyguards” around him, why the hell should he be afraid!

Tilting his head, he barked sharply: “Are you all dead? Do you need to drink some sports drink first before you can get into gear? Pin him down, strip him naked!”

“And you!” He pointed at the woman with the powdery face. “Come here, get on him!”

Women in the pleasure scene were always good at reading the situation. That half-bloodied, tall and burly man was clearly not someone who could be bullied at will. She glanced at the money on the table, a look of regret appearing on her face: “Boss, I’m not feeling well today. I’m afraid I can’t take this job. I’ll be leaving first.”

Before her words even finished, the other women also scrambled to come up with various excuses and take their leave.

Watching the backs of the women as they fled in panic, Xue Bao Tian cursed: “Damn it, do you have any professional ethics? It’s already past one in the middle of the night, and you still have to go home to supervise your kid’s homework? Did you give birth to an owl?!”

The villa’s main door slowly closed. Xue Bao Tian was full of anger with nowhere to vent it. Turning back sharply, he had expected to see Zhang Chi captured, but…

He instinctively stepped back: “What the hell is this?”

At this moment, no one in the hall was being held captive. Everyone stood upright, including Zhang Chi.

“Master Xue,” the middle-aged man who had negotiated the price with Xue Bao Tian in the car that day spoke up, “we did take your job, but you only said to tie someone up, beat him, and then let him go. Now we’ve tied him and beaten him. The contract we signed didn’t include any ‘assault’ scenes.”

“You’re a damn underworld organization, and you still sign contracts? Can that increase the country’s GDP? If word gets out, people will laugh their teeth off. Isn’t it just about adding more money? I’ve got plenty of money.”

“Straightforward as always, Master Xue, then let’s add this amount.” The man made a hand gesture.

Xue Bao Tian’s eyes widened, pointing at Zhang Chi: “Are you fucking robbing me? This amount is enough to kill him!”

The man clicked his tongue and smiled: “Master Xue, if we can’t reach an agreement, then we’ll withdraw.” He patted Zhang Chi on the shoulder, “Take care, brother.”

Zhang Chi nodded, saying nothing more.

The group left leisurely as if strolling through a park. Before leaving, they even took away Xue Bao Tian’s two lackeys.

Only when everything fell silent did Xue Bao Tian finally come back to his senses. Holding the ashtray, he turned around blankly, a question practically floating over his head: “What the hell just happened?”

The coarse rope slipped off Zhang Chi’s wrists. The man stepped forward toward the sofa. As he passed by Xue Bao Tian, he didn’t mock his shrinking reaction.

Pulling out a few tissues, the man wiped the blood off his face carelessly. Sitting down slowly, he crossed his legs just like Xue Bao Tian. His white sneakers swayed slightly: “We know each other.”

Xue Bao Tian’s voice suddenly rose: “Know who? Those kidnappers?”

Zhang Chi clicked his tongue lightly: “Not really kidnappers. They just take on some gray-area jobs, helping people settle grudges or vent anger. They know their limits, so nothing major happens.”

“So they took my money and turned around to play me?!”

“Not exactly.” After all the commotion, Zhang Chi’s throat was dry. He casually opened a bottle of water and drank half of it. After swallowing, he found the taste strange, frowning as he looked at the label. “When they intercepted me, they only realized it was me. I also wanted to know who I had offended, so I came along to take a look. Who would’ve thought it was you—two hundred yuan.”

Seeing Xue Bao Tian’s expression change, the man cooperatively showed a hint of apology: “What’s your name? Without a name, it’s inconvenient to talk.”

Xue Bao Tian’s teeth were practically grinding to dust: “You can call me grandpa, I don’t mind if you call me ancestor either.”

Zhang Chi looked slightly helpless and continued: “When I saw it was you, I wanted to let you vent your anger, so I let you hit and curse. But you… bringing those women was a bit too much.”

“An eye for an eye. Today I paid so you could have some fun with women. How is that too much?”

“I’m purely gay, I can’t do it.”

“I’m purely straight, and I can?!”

Zhang Chi slightly restrained his aura and tried to persuade him kindly: “How about we find a compromise? I can compensate you however you want—it’s all fine.”

“You’ve got nothing on you except that bit of flesh that weighs anything, even your bones are light, and you, this lowly bastard, want to compensate me? With what?!”

As soon as the words reached his eyes, Xue Bao Tian instinctively looked at that “bit of flesh” on Zhang Chi—and was horrified to see that the black boxer briefs were now clearly bulging much higher.

He suddenly stepped back, alarmed: “How the hell can you just… anytime, anywhere?!”

Zhang Chi was also somewhat puzzled. Lowering his head to look at himself, he muttered: “It’s a bit hot, and kind of restless.”

“You drank this?!” Xue Bao Tian pointed at the half bottle of water on the coffee table, “Who the hell told you to drink that?!”

“What is it?”

“…That… medicine.”

Both fell silent. The air suddenly felt thin, and every breath Xue Bao Tian took was heavy and rough.

After a long moment, Zhang Chi moved again. He pressed his elbows on his knees, his long fingers hooking the bottle, lifting his narrow eyelids as he asked: “Why did you prepare this?”

His voice was low and slow. When it reached the other’s ears, it sent a shiver through him. For some reason, Xue Bao Tian suddenly felt that the gentle and easygoing Zhang Chi… had disappeared.

More blood seeped from the wound, casting a red shadow over the man’s face. The coldness in his gaze was direct and obvious. He answered his own question: “Was it prepared for me? If I refused to do it with those women, you’d force this on me?”

“Two hundred yuan, I originally just thought you had a bad temper. Turns out, your core is rotten.”

He stood up, step by step closing in on the shrinking Xue Bao Tian. The water bottle in his hand was no different from the ashtray earlier.

The man cornered him, grabbing him with one large hand and pulling him in front. Looking into those panicked eyes, he asked: “Two hundred yuan, the women are gone. Now what?”

Xue Bao Tian’s body and voice were trembling: “I’ll call them back—no, no, I’ll find you men! Whatever kind you want!”

The man lowered his body slightly and once again carefully examined Xue Bao Tian: “No need to trouble others. You’ll do. Not bad-looking, better than I expected.”

“Zhang Chi! Fuck your mother! If you dare do that again, I’ll kill you!”

“Dying on a flower like you isn’t worth it.” Zhang Chi’s fingers suddenly clamped down on Xue Bao Tian’s jaw. With force, he pried it open, and the half bottle of drugged water was forcefully poured into his mouth.

The man possessed an unshakable strength. Even though Xue Bao Tian struggled wildly, he still ended up swallowing most of the water. His face wet, he began to back down, to surrender: “Zhang Chi, let’s stop this. I won’t come after you again. Let’s make peace now. You go find men, I’ll go find women, okay? I’ll pay, you can play however you want.”

“Too late.” The man moved closer, suddenly hoisting Xue Bao Tian onto his shoulder as he walked toward the wide sofa: “Forgot to tell you—you’ve got a foul mouth and a black heart, but your ass isn’t bad. Got some meat.”

Smack—a sharp, crisp sound rang out, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream: “Zhang Chi, fuck your ancestors!”

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