The cool beauty forcibly bids for top A: Chapter 40

“Half the lifeline of the underground industry,” “the true boss behind the black market,” “the newly risen boss of Kowloon Walled City.”

Who on earth was this madman who held most of Hong Kong’s underground lifeline in his hands?

“Master, you’re finally back. We’ve been waiting for you for so long.” Thirty Million sat at the door holding the little Tang dog in his arms. Seeing Shen Yanzhou return, he stood up with a smile.

He held out the puppy that was currently sticking out its tongue, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Yanzhou’s face. “It says it’s been waiting for you for so long. Want to hug… me?”

Shen Yanzhou’s gaze swept back and forth between the silly little dog and the man’s handsome face.

That ruthless new boss who commanded half of Hong Kong’s underground lifeline? Could it be him?

He looked at the large dog before him wearing a gray-blue apron, his eyes screaming “pet me,” and shook his head.

A true person at the top wouldn’t have time to cook soup in a hillside villa every day, let alone wait eagerly at the door for him to come home.

“Tired.” Shen Yanzhou shook his head.

“The dining room has hot food, all your favorites. Go wash your hands and you can eat.” Thirty Million pushed open the door and said in a low voice.

As he spoke, he took the chance to move closer to Shen Yanzhou, checking for any other Alpha’s scent on him.

“No need. Already ate.” Shen Yanzhou stepped back half a step. He was now full of suspicion toward the man before him.

He didn’t have enough evidence to prove this man was the one who threatened to give Huo Tian “three knives, six holes.” But that didn’t mean he wasn’t a suspect either. Hadn’t his third aunt been putting on a good act all this time too?

Hearing the rejection, the man stopped smiling.

He set the puppy in his arms on the floor, letting it run around freely, and pressed in on Shen Yanzhou again. If not for the fact that his hands weren’t clean from holding the dog, he would have wanted to trap the man firmly in his arms right now.

“Master…” The man’s tall nose tip rubbed against the side of Shen Yanzhou’s neck, his warm breath spraying onto his gland, carrying an insatiable hunger, as if he couldn’t control himself from biting down the next second.

“Tonight, can we continue?”

“Get lost.” Shen Yanzhou raised his hand and ruthlessly shoved him away.

“Get back to the sofa on the first floor. Without my permission, you’re not allowed to set foot on the second floor even half a step.”

The man stumbled back two steps from the push. His hands hanging at his sides tightened slightly. He hung his head, and his bangs covered the surging emotions in his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression at this moment.

Shen Yanzhou looked at him for quite a while before going up to the second floor.

The first thing he did upon going upstairs was to rip off the bothersome tie, take out his tablet, and quickly type in: Kowloon Walled City, new boss, black market, and related terms.

What popped up were nothing but trivial old news and anecdotes, or 404 pages that had long been cleaned up completely. There was absolutely nothing on this person.

But this was entirely expected. This afternoon when he asked Huo Ting for information about the new boss, the man only said this person never showed his face, had excellent skills, was ruthless in his methods, and was most known for an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

If even Huo Ting could only provide this vague and unclear information, what hope was there of finding even a word or two online?

Go to Kowloon Walled City again?

Ha, with one order from the big boss, who would dare reveal even half a word about him?

So, was it really him?

The timing was too coincidental.

Right after Huo Tian kidnapped Shen Xici in the basement of the Walled City, this so-called “new boss” detained Huo Tian.

Added to that was the dog’s S-class Alpha physique, the hard calluses on his knuckles from years of holding knives, and his extremely familiar, effortless manner in a place like Kowloon Walled City that devours people without spitting out bones…

What if it was him?

What if that man he bought for thirty million downstairs, who waited eagerly for his favor, was really that tyrannical underground despot?

If it really was him, had he planned everything from the start, deliberately letting himself be bought by him on his own turf? Why would he do that?

He never believed there was such a thing as kindness without reason in this world.

Growing up fighting his way through this family that devours people without spitting out bones, he understood the iron law of human nature better than anyone: everyone’s approach comes with a clearly priced purpose. Even blood relatives would stab you in the back for power, let alone a big shot from the black market?

But what was the goal?

Money? Thirty million Hong Kong dollars wasn’t even a drop in the bucket in the eyes of a black market boss.

The person? A proper boss could get any beauty he wanted. Why would he need to wear an apron and cook for him every day, or get stepped on his Adam’s apple in bed begging for pleasure? He couldn’t possibly be a lovesick fool, could he?

Mockery flashed through Shen Yanzhou’s eyes. He found this thought utterly ridiculous.

He wasn’t some eighteen-year-old idiot with his head full of romantic nonsense who would believe that a powerful big shot would willingly bow down and serve him, cook soup for him, endure his temper, and take care of his daily needs.

Could it be for sex? After all, there were too many Alphas who wanted to climb into his bed. But if that man really was a big shot, he completely wouldn’t need to go through all this trouble playing this humble master-servant game.

With that kind of person’s style, if he wanted something, he would just take it by force.

He could have done it deep in that sunless place in Kowloon Walled City, or found some unknown dark room, built a heavy chain, and locked his ankle tight, completely imprisoning him in a place without light, stripping him clean and tying his limbs spread wide on the bed.

Then use an S-class Alpha’s absolute physical advantage and suffocating pheromones to forcibly suppress him, ruthlessly taking him day and night without end, even knotting inside his body like a beast, filling him up completely, reducing him to nothing but a pretty container that could only depend on him.

That was the most direct and thrilling method of control that those savage bosses of the underworld used on prime prey.

Absolute possession, absolute plunder.

Not like that dog downstairs wearing a ridiculous apron, pitifully coming up to ask him “can we continue tonight,” and after being told to “get lost,” could only lower his eyelids and obediently shrink back to the sofa on the first floor to sleep alone.

So, was that man or wasn’t he?

If he was, he would show no mercy in driving him away.

Thinking this, Shen Yanzhou went downstairs with a cold face, barefoot, like a silent cat.

Halfway there, he suddenly found it ridiculous. This was clearly his own home. He was the absolute master of this  villa. Why was he sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night like a thief with a guilty conscience?

In the living room, the man lay on his side. His tall, solid body filled the wide sofa to bursting. His arm rested casually at his side. The little Tang dog in his arms had slipped away at some point, leaving only him. His breathing was steady and long, looking like he was in a deep sleep.

If this really was the boss who controlled half of Hong Kong’s underground, with so many bloody businesses to handle every day and countless triad halls to manage, he couldn’t possibly stay on the Mid-Levels and command his underlings through telepathy.

He absolutely had to have some hidden communication device for contacting the outside world.

That rainy day when he checked this man’s body, he had clearly felt something hard. Now thinking back, it was most likely a phone.

Shen Yanzhou slowly approached him. The closer he got, the stronger the Alpha pheromones floating in the air became. Why wasn’t he wearing a suppressor patch? Or was this guy in his rut period?

Even from half a meter away, it made the gland at the back of his neck burn slightly. He had to take a deep breath. His fingertips lightly probed toward the man’s right pants pocket. The pocket opening was tight, so his knuckles had to press against the man’s hip bone and slowly push in, his palm almost covering that place where the fabric was stretched slightly taut.

The pheromones in the space grew several times stronger, seemingly wrapping around Shen Yanzhou’s gland, making his breathing go ragged and his ear tips burn red.

Too bad, the phone wasn’t in the pocket.

Shen Yanzhou’s hand slowly withdrew from the man’s pocket. The man on the sofa let out a low “mm,” his body shifting unconsciously. At that moment, Shen Yanzhou saw a phone pressed under the sofa cushion.

He first extended one finger, extremely slowly probing under the pillow. The pad of his finger first touched the back of the man’s neck. His fingertip traced down his burning hot neck, observing him, continuing downward, before hooking the edge of the phone, then gently pulling the phone out.

Shen Yanzhou quickly pressed the phone button. Fortunately, it could be unlocked with face ID.

He aimed the phone at the man’s face. After the phone unlocked, what appeared was another sleeping face.

It was his own face.

His silver long hair was scattered messily on the black pillow, his cheeks white with a hint of red, his lips slightly swollen from being fiercely sucked and bitten, the corners of his eyes still carrying crystal tear tracks, his eyelashes dotted with watery light, and his neck bearing faint bite marks.

Shen Yanzhou could hardly believe he would show such an expression  a look of retracting his scratching claws, exposing his soft belly, waiting to be petted.

He glared fiercely at the sleeping man. When was this photo taken? This guy had actually silently held up his phone right next to his face, frame by frame recording his most disheveled appearance?

His reaction was to delete it!

However, sadly, the photo album couldn’t be unlocked with face ID. It required a password. He tried multiple times: his birthday, the date he was bought back. All showed “incorrect password.”

Forget it. He would settle accounts with him when he woke up.

He opened the message list again. There were only a few automatically pushed spam messages:

“Dear customer, … please check in time.”

“Dear member, enjoy supreme service…”

…

He then clicked on the chat app. The interface only had a conversation box with Jiang Xu.

Jiang Xu: “Aye, the boss has taken a liking to your skills. As long as you’re willing to come work for him in the underworld, not only will he pay off that thirty million to the Shen family for you, but he can also make you the second-in-command of the hall. How about considering it? This is an opportunity others beg for.”

Thirty Million replied: “No.”

Jiang Xu: “Are you planning to keep being a duck for Mr. Shen? Once he’s tired of playing, he can kick you out anytime!”

The conversation ended there.

The time the last message was sent was this afternoon.

Boss? Second-in-command?

When Shen Yanzhou wanted to check if there were any other contacts in his WeChat, he gradually realized something extremely terrifying:

The long, even breathing on the sofa behind him… at some point, it had disappeared.

Immediately after, a pair of burning yet clammy arms slowly, slowly wound around him from behind. First fingers, one by one, like wet cold vines, inch by inch clasping his waist, the palm pressing against his lower abdomen through his pajamas, gently rubbing.

The man’s chest pressed against his back. His scorching body heat seeped through the fabric bit by bit. His chin rested in the hollow of his shoulder, his nose tip deeply buried in the side of his neck, taking a deep, greedy breath.

“Master, after pushing me away today and telling me to get lost to the sofa… why did you suddenly come find me?” he asked while kissing his ear.

“Can you stop torturing me like this? You know I absolutely can’t stand you being this close to me.”

Shen Yanzhou was so shaken by his question that the phone in his hand nearly slipped, while the man’s hands had already traced down his waistline, palms with thin calluses sticking close to his skin.

“So… you were looking for my phone.” The man laughed lowly, taking his earlobe into his mouth.

“Do you want me to join them? I know you hate these things… so I rejected them directly, okay? With one word from you, I’ll listen to everything you say. I can be your dog for a lifetime, wearing an apron to cook for you, waiting at the door for you to come home. Just don’t kick me away. I’ll agree to anything, okay?”

“If you don’t want these things, then what do you want?” Shen Yanzhou asked.

The moment the words left his mouth, he was lifted up by the man and pressed down onto the wide sofa. The man completely covered him, his bangs hanging down messily, fiercely biting Shen Yanzhou’s lips, his tongue ruthlessly prying open his teeth, curling around his tongue to suck and entangle. His warm breath brushed past Shen Yanzhou’s ear, his voice hoarse:

“I want to break into your private territory.”

“Let me cross the line, okay?”

Shen Yanzhou’s fingers gripped the phone tightly. The image of his own defenseless sleeping face on the screen burned like fire, making his chest feel tight. He suddenly exerted force, grabbing the man’s collar, using that fierce momentum to shove the man back and ruthlessly reverse-press him against the back of the sofa.

The tall body was restrained by him. The man’s broad chest rose and fell, but he obediently dropped all defenses without the slightest struggle. He looked up at Shen Yanzhou from below, the corners of his lips slowly curving into an ambiguous yet dangerous smile.

“So the master likes… taking the initiative…”

“Taking the initiative in what?” Shen Yanzhou said coldly. He raised the phone. “I’m taking this phone. You’re not allowed to sneak upstairs.”

After speaking, he pushed the man away and went upstairs barefoot.

Downstairs, the man maintained the posture of being pressed down until he confirmed no one would come down from upstairs again. Then he got up and walked barefoot toward the back garden.

The night wind carried the harbor’s salty dampness, making his T-shirt flutter slightly. He squatted beside the rose bed, his fingers precisely brushing away the topsoil, digging out an old flip phone wrapped in layers of plastic bags.

Dirt stuck to the hard calluses on his knuckles, but he acted as if he felt nothing, directly pressing the power button.

The screen lit up. There was only one unread message.

Jiang Xu: “Boss, should we release Huo Tian?”

The man stared at that line and only replied with one word: “Wait.”

He stuffed the phone back into the plastic bag and buried it in the soil.

The night wind suddenly grew stronger, blowing his bangs into a wild dance, yet the gloom in his eyes grew heavier and heavier.

That afternoon, the voice from Shen Yanzhou’s phone monitor echoed in his ears.

“Our Shen family truly stopped having any dealings with people from the underworld starting from my father’s generation. As a proper businessman, I naturally couldn’t have any dealings with that kind of person either.”

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled. Sweat had somehow gathered in his palm. He looked up at the tightly closed window on the second floor, lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved into a self-mocking yet bitter arc.

Is it… when you discover my identity, you will show no mercy in abandoning me?