“Two Hundred!”
The woven sack dropped to the floor as Zhang Chi spun around at lightning speed, yanking Xue Bao Tian away from where he stood. At that exact moment, a broken roof tile crashed down from above, skimming past Xue Bao Tian’s body before shattering violently on the ground!
The fragments bounced and exploded in every direction. Xue Bao Tian was still frozen in shock when Zhang Chi had already tilted his head up. His eyes swept once before locking onto a fleeing corner of clothing near the railing on the third floor.
“Get in the car! Lock the doors!” He shoved Xue Bao Tian toward the sports car while he himself sprinted toward the stairwell.
The circular public parking garage had six levels in total. Zhang Chi leapt over multiple steps at a time, reaching the third floor in moments. The parking lot was too empty for footsteps to hide. Zhang Chi twitched an ear slightly and judged the other party’s rough location from the sound alone.
He lightened his steps without slowing down, bending low as he searched between rows of cars for the target.
Under a car wheel, a leg flashed past!
The instant he confirmed the position, Zhang Chi moved explosively. While running forward, he planted a hand on the hood of a nearby car and borrowed the force to vault lightly through the air. In just a few bounds, he caught up to the man.
Without giving the other side any time to react, Zhang Chi threw a punch. The fist cut through the air with a sharp howl as it struck viciously toward a vital point.
A heavy impact echoed through the empty parking lot. The man failed to withstand the blow and staggered backward. Zhang Chi seized the chance immediately, sweeping out a kick aimed directly at the man’s unstable footing.
The attacker was also heavily built. When he crashed to the ground, the impact thundered loudly! Zhang Chi’s arm strength was immense. Before the man could recover, Zhang Chi seized his arm and yanked hard, flipping him facedown onto the ground. One hand pinned the man’s arm tightly while the other somehow produced a zip tie, expertly wrenching both hands behind his back and binding his wrists together.
A large foot stepped down onto the man’s face as Zhang Chi lowered himself slightly. “We’ve met before. We saw each other in the private room earlier. You work for Mr. Huang, right?”
The man beneath him was stubbornly tough. Even while restrained, he shut his eyes and refused to say a word.
Zhang Chi remained relatively polite. Removing his foot from the man’s face, he crouched down to negotiate. “Give Mr. Huang a call. If we talk this through, we can leave it at that.”
The man merely snorted softly in complete refusal.
Zhang Chi slowly rose to his feet and looked helplessly at the burly man sprawled on the ground. “Brother, then I’ll have to offend you a bit.”
His newly bought leather shoe stepped onto the man’s left ribs and gradually increased pressure. “You should know this area is fragile, right? If I press down from this angle, the ribs break very easily. It’s not life-threatening or anything. Just painful. You’d only need to stay bedridden for three to five months.”
The sole ground down harder. The man’s face gradually twisted as sweat formed on his forehead. Bone and flesh were compressed under terrifying pressure, and agonizing pain spread endlessly from beneath the shoe.
Suddenly Zhang Chi’s tensed leg exerted force, stomping down harder. Expressionless, he lifted a brow slightly as a miserable scream erupted.
“AH!” The restrained man’s face instantly turned deathly pale. His eyes flew open in a moment of unfocused shock as sweat poured heavily from his forehead. His body began trembling uncontrollably.
“Shall we continue?” Zhang Chi shifted his shoe slightly to another spot. “There are still a few more bones here.”
“I’ll call! I’ll call him!” The man finally broke under the pain. “The phone’s in my pocket.”
Zhang Chi retrieved the phone from him, asked for the password, unlocked it, and found Huang Song’s number. Then he once more planted his foot against the man’s ribs. “Answer whatever he asks. Don’t say a single extra word unless he asks for it. Understood?”
As the man nodded frantically, Zhang Chi tapped the screen and placed the call. The line hadn’t even rung once before it connected.
“How’d it go?” Huang Song’s voice came through immediately.
Zhang Chi applied slight pressure with his foot. The man on the floor swallowed hard before replying, “Sorry, boss. I failed.”
“You failed? Teaching someone like Xue Bao Tian a lesson and you still failed?”
Sweat pouring from his forehead, the man glanced at the mountain-like pressure radiating from Zhang Chi before answering into the phone on the ground, “Right when the tile fell, someone pulled him away.”
“Who? His bodyguard?”
“Yeah.”
“You fucking useless trash! What am I paying you for?!”
“Mr. Huang,” Zhang Chi bent down and picked up the phone, “I’ll take that as praise.”
The voice on the other end abruptly cut off. Zhang Chi smoothly took control of the conversation. “I recorded everything you just said. Attempted murder is a pretty serious charge.”
The other side fell silent for a while before a cold laugh sounded. “That’s not a charge I’d dare accept. Your boss annoyed me a little just now, so I got carried away and wanted to scare him a bit. Just scare him—that’s all. I never intended to kill him. Otherwise I wouldn’t have used roof tiles. Those things only make a loud noise. They can’t really kill anyone.”
Zhang Chi’s eyes remained cold, though his words sounded warm. “So I misunderstood. In that case…”
“What does your boss want?”
“My boss always says that having one more friend means having one more road to walk.”
“The Crown Prince truly has the tolerance of a prime minister—impressive! Tell your boss that on the first day of next month, I’ll host a gathering for him. Then everyone can have a proper good time together.” The voice paused briefly. “As for that recording…”
Zhang Chi transferred the recording file onto his own phone. “Mr. Huang, if this recording stays with my boss, it’ll definitely be kept safe and sound. As long as you make sure he stays safe and sound too, no one else will ever hear it.”
The sound of someone grinding their teeth seemed to come through the phone. “The Crown Prince is young and strong. Of course he’ll stay safe and sound. I’ve got nothing to worry about.” Huang Song paused before asking again, “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Me?” Zhang Chi lifted his eyes and saw Xue Bao Tian standing several meters away. Looking straight into the man’s eyes, he said, “My name doesn’t matter. I belong to Master Xue.”
After hanging up, he returned the phone to the man lying on the ground, then used a miniature knife that slipped from his sleeve to cut open the zip tie. “Don’t move yet. Call someone to take you to the hospital.”
After putting the knife away, he took a pair of wool gloves from his pocket and slid them beneath the man’s head. “The floor’s cold. This’ll be more comfortable.”
Once he finished, Zhang Chi beckoned toward Xue Bao Tian. “Come here.”
Several meters away, cigarette pinched between his fingers, Xue Bao Tian instead took a step backward.
Zhang Chi smiled. “Scared of me?”
“You fucking demand something back every time you accomplish something. How am I supposed not to be scared?”
Zhang Chi walked over and draped an arm around Xue Bao Tian’s shoulders as they headed downstairs together. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he whispered, “Can I ask for a hug?”
After they turned the corner, Xue Bao Tian tossed away the cigarette and lowered his head to exhale the last puff of smoke. “Just a hug?” he asked slowly.
Zhang Chi pulled him closer and gave a soft “Mm.”
Xue Bao Tian raised his head, grabbed Zhang Chi by the collar, and tugged him down. Wrapping both arms around his broad shoulders and back, he hugged him tightly.
Gone was the calm composure from moments ago. Xue Bao Tian tightened his arms around the man in obvious excitement. “That was fucking incredible, Zhang Chi! It was like a damn movie. In just a few moves you took that guy down. And when you stepped on his ribs, you have no idea how badass you looked—like some fucking mafia boss.”
“I bet that bastard Huang Song’s face turned green on the other end of the phone.” Xue Bao Tian shoved at Zhang Chi’s hard muscles. “What was that last line you said again?”
“Which line?”
“The one about belonging to me.”
“My name doesn’t matter. I belong to Master Xue.”
“Fuck, that felt amazing.”
The brief hug ended. Xue Bao Tian loosened his arms and stepped slightly away from Zhang Chi. Pulling another cigarette from the pack and biting it between his lips, he lifted his chin. “Say it again.”
Zhang Chi bent slightly, staring directly into his eyes. “My name doesn’t matter. I belong to Master Xue.”
Xue Bao Tian lit the cigarette and headed down the stairs, turning back with a grin. “Again.”
Watching him fool around, Zhang Chi followed after him and repeated, “My name doesn’t matter. I belong to Master Xue.”
The man ahead removed the cigarette and lazily held it between his fingers. Reaching out, he casually rubbed Zhang Chi’s cheek and said offhandedly, “Master Xue fucking loves you to death.”
The hand he extended never got the chance to withdraw. Zhang Chi grabbed his arm and pulled, causing Xue Bao Tian to stumble directly into his embrace.
“Fuck, what are you doing?”
“Two Hundred.” Zhang Chi held him in his arms. “I earned a pretty big merit this time.”
Xue Bao Tian suddenly became wary. “So?”
“So I want to ask for something else.”
He tightened his arms around him and buried his face into the hollow of his neck, inhaling deeply. “You smell really good, Two Hundred.”
Xue Bao Tian pushed at his head and deliberately played dumb. “You want my cologne? I’ll give you the whole bottle. Smell it however you want.”
Zhang Chi’s arms tightened again, pressing their bodies flush together. Something hard between them made Xue Bao Tian distinctly uncomfortable, forcing him to face the fact that Zhang Chi was once again going back on his word.
“Brother, can either of us keep a single promise?”
“You were the one teasing me.”
Xue Bao Tian regretted it so much he wanted to slap himself. Feeling the increasingly burning heat pressed against him and looking at the clearly worked-up Zhang Chi, he gritted his teeth. “One last time today. After this, we’re completely done.”
Zhang Chi’s embrace loosened for a brief second before tightening so hard it became suffocating. Biting lightly at Xue Bao Tian’s earlobe, he said in a low voice, “Whatever Master Xue says.”
The car door slammed shut, trapping Xue Bao Tian’s cursing inside the cramped space. “Are you really this desperate? You couldn’t wait to find a bed? Zhang Chi, you’re too damn big—the car can’t fit you.”
Bending over, Zhang Chi grabbed Xue Bao Tian by the ankle and tugged him closer, answering simply, “It fits.”
Xue Bao Tian had dressed lightly for the sake of looking stylish, making it easy for Zhang Chi to strip him bare. It was late autumn edging into early winter—even parked indoors, the air carried a trace of chill.
A fine layer of goosebumps rose on Xue Bao Tian’s skin. Just as he was about to curse, Zhang Chi’s large body covered him completely, wrapping him tightly in warmth.
Every time Xue Bao Tian saw Zhang Chi’s body unobstructed, he felt a little shaken. Broad shoulders and back, a lean powerful waist, long sturdy legs—his entire muscular frame carried hidden strength and beauty in every movement.
Xue Bao Tian draped an arm over Zhang Chi’s shoulder and mocked him enviously, “Your shoulders are so wide they could cost a taxi’s starting fare from one end to the other. Making clothes for you wastes too much fabric.”
Zhang Chi ignored the chatter and shut him up with a kiss. After lingering together for a while, sticky and intimate, he took Xue Bao Tian’s hand and placed it on his chest muscles.
“Feel it.”
Kissed until he was slightly breathless, Xue Bao Tian squeezed reflexively and murmured a dazed “Hm?”
“Do mine feel better, or did that woman’s feel better?”
Only then did Xue Bao Tian understand what he meant. Pulling his hand back, he scoffed. “How are they the same? Hers are way mo—”
Before the word “bigger” could leave his mouth, the slight lowering of Zhang Chi’s body startled him so badly his entire body tensed. In the cramped car, he twisted away as much as possible from the thing beneath him.
“Brother Chi, Brother Chi, wait, let me confirm again.” Xue Bao Tian placed his hand back onto the firm muscle, patting, rubbing, and finally squeezing it once more.
“A little… hard.” Then he hurriedly added, “But the feel’s really good.”
Zhang Chi bent down and kissed his lips. “I just exercised intensely, so the muscles are pumped and harder right now. They’ll soften later.”
Xue Bao Tian was already dizzy from the kisses and replied without thinking, “Then I’ll feel them again later.”
“Good.” Lifting one of Xue Bao Tian’s legs onto his shoulder, Zhang Chi tilted his head and kissed the tender skin, then asked gently, “What was that line you said on the stairs just now?”
“Which line?”
“The one you said while touching my face.”
Xue Bao Tian froze for a moment, then turned his face away in embarrassed irritation. “Are we doing this or not? If not, get the hell off.”
Good-tempered as ever, Zhang Chi didn’t press further. But in the very next moment, Xue Bao Tian arched his neck high, gritting his teeth as he cursed, “Zhang Chi, you’re fucking taking revenge on me!”
Half an hour later, a hand suddenly slapped against the car window, leaving behind a warm palm print on the cold glass.
Another large hand covered it. Amid heavy, uneven breathing, someone asked in a low voice, “What was that thing you said on the stairs?”
“Zhang Chi, you fu—ugh!”
“Love you. Fine, I said I fucking love you, okay?!”
“Say it again.”
“Zhang Chi, I love you so damn much I want you dead!”
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