The Surrogate Bride of the Colonel He

C119 – A Hooligan

Simultaneously, at Zuo Bo’s detention facility, Loong Shen arrived to review the autopsy report. However, as he approached Zuo Bo’s office, a sizable hand abruptly snatched him, wordlessly dragging him inside before he could react.

“Shall I sever your brother directly, or puncture a cavity in you?” the man queried with a chilling demeanor, pressing Loong Shen against the wall.

Loong Shen assessed the man’s icy countenance as he uttered these perilous words.

Aware of Loong Shen’s resilience, Zuo Bo chuckled, dismissing the warning. Grinning, he invited, “Loong, grant me a puncture. Come.”

Ye Zichen extended his arms, allowing Loong Shen to prod him, maintaining a smile.

“Lunatic,” Loong Shen muttered, disregarding Zuo Bo’s antics, intending to depart, but Zuo Bo intercepted him.

Instantly, Loong Shen tensed, hand hovering near his waist.

Observing this, Zuo Bo executed a quick maneuver, creating distance.

Unpredictable as ever! Always on edge.

Yet, Zuo Bo harbored an intriguing gaze, an intense stare difficult to ignore.

Zuo Bo retreated because Loong Shen had already drawn his sword from Zuo Bo’s waist. Had Zuo Bo not reacted swiftly, Loong Shen might have inflicted a wound.

Witnessing Zuo Bo’s evasion, Loong Shen innocently quipped, “What? Encouraged me to stab you, yet flee?”

Though outwardly composed, the atmosphere chilled. Only Hee Jingyan and Zuo Bo beside him evaded the tension.

If you dare challenge me, Loong Shen, we’ll see if you, Zuo Bo, survive.

Recognizing Loong Shen’s ruthlessness, Zuo Bo understood that a confrontation would yield casualties. Thus, he reclined on the sofa, puffing a cigarette lazily. “First, owe me a favor, then we’ll collaborate.”

His words dripped with suggestive undertones. With a mischievous grin, his gaze roamed Loong Shen’s form unreservedly, as if devouring him.

Familiar with Zuo Bo’s crude demeanor, Loong Shen disregarded him, inquiring about business, “How’s the operation progressing?” No offer to sit was extended.

Zuo Bo exhaled smoke leisurely before speaking, “Please,” adopting a mock pleading expression, resembling a rogue.

Loong Shen furrowed his brow, casting a dangerous smile at Zuo Bo. Indeed, a troublesome individual.

Ignoring Loong Shen’s response, Zuo Bo smirked wantonly, “I’m not your underling. I’ll divulge whatever you wish to know based on our terms of collaboration.” His gaze lingered on Loong Shen’s lips, akin to a wild beast, unafraid of retaliation. “Serve me, and I’ll provide all the information you seek.”

The innuendo, if not for professional use, surely implied something else.