EIP 36

He was blindfolded and handcuffed throughout the ride, and his gun was confiscated. When they finally arrived, he was roughly pushed out of the car, but the men didn’t treat him too harshly; it was just that he couldn’t see where he was going, leading to some stumbling. Upon entering the room, he was surprised to find himself seated on a soft cushion. The treatment felt oddly accommodating, as if he were truly a guest.

Just then, someone entered the quiet room, and he finally saw the light again. As the blindfold was pulled away, he squinted uncomfortably until his eyes adjusted to the brightness. When he could finally see, he recognized the visitor. It was Allen, with his unsettling gaze and strange smile. The room was nicely decorated, which was unexpected; he had anticipated a more remote location. Now he wondered what Allen intended to do by bringing him to this private residence.

Zhou Jun said calmly, “Allen, if you want to invite me as a guest, there’s no need to cuff me. Just call me, and I’ll naturally come.” Allen sat down across from him, leisurely taking out some tobacco from a metal box and rolling it in a piece of paper. He then extended the rolled cigarette towards Zhou Jun, prompting him to lick the edge.

Seeing that Allen didn’t respond, Zhou Jun extended his tongue and quickly licked it. To his surprise, Allen shoved his finger into Zhou Jun’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue, his eyes filled with obvious obsession. “Stinson, I had no idea you liked men in Germany.”

Allen didn’t stop his actions. After pulling his hand out of Zhou Jun’s mouth, he extended his own tongue and slowly licked his moist finger. “What a pity, Stinson. You could have chosen anyone, but you had to pick that major general.” Zhou Jun didn’t want to look at him, turning his gaze away in revulsion. Allen’s expression was tinged with excitement as he looked at him. “But this is fine too. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare touch you.”

He said that the Zhou family had been in cooperation with them for a long time, but recently, due to Yong Jin and Zhou Jun getting too close, they had grown suspicious of Zhou Yan’s sincerity. Now that they had brought Zhou Jun over, they wouldn’t do anything to him. It was just a warning. Allen spoke lightly, but when he pulled out an iron box and opened it to reveal the blue vial and syringe inside, it was clear that this was anything but a mere warning.

Allen cheerfully said, “Stinson, this is a new product. Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.” As he spoke, Allen seemed to have thought of something that made him hard, a bulge quickly forming in his groin, which disgusted Zhou Jun. Zhou Jun’s hands were cuffed, but his feet were free. However, he didn’t kick Allen. Who knew what that crazed addict might do to him? He racked his brain for any memories of Allen, but there wasn’t much he could recall. In this situation, he could only take a gamble.

Seeing Allen about to pick up the syringe, Zhou Jun said, “Wait a moment!” Allen didn’t stop his movements, “Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” Zhou Jun lifted his leg, and Allen instinctively tried to dodge. Unexpectedly, Zhou Jun only stepped between Allen’s thighs, the tip of his shoe brushing lightly against his crotch. He saw Zhou Jun smirk contemptuously and said, “You want to do this with me, don’t you?”

Allen’s movements halted, and his trembling pupils fell to Zhou Jun’s foot before shifting to his face. Zhou Jun continued, “I don’t like being penetrated when I’m not in control. If you want to do this with me, now is your best chance.” After saying that, he retracted his foot, slightly parting his legs toward Allen. “Or am I mistaken? You don’t like men?”

Allen reached out to touch him with trembling hands but suddenly halted midway. He laughed strangely, “Stinson, once I give you the injection, you’ll be begging me to do you. No need to rush. It’ll be done soon, very soon…”

He lowered his head to grab the syringe from the iron box, but he heard Zhou Jun let out a sigh. Just as he was about to lift his head to see Zhou Jun’s disheveled appearance, he suddenly noticed a hand swiftly reaching toward him. The blood-red gemstone flashed before his eyes, and he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Allen didn’t even have time to make a sound before his mouth was covered. Zhou Jun expressionlessly tightened his grip around the neck of the person in his hand, holding on until the effects of the drug stored in the ring took effect, causing Allen to slowly go limp.

Zhou Jun wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed with relief, tossing Allen aside before resetting his dislocated thumb. It hurt like hell. He had initially hoped to buy some time and use a different method, but Allen wasn’t falling for it, leaving him no choice but to resort to the most unappealing and brutal approach. The pampered young master Zhou wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye. He was clearly in pain.

He tied Allen up and injected the drug into his body, only using half a syringe, fearing that more would kill him. If Allen intended to use something good on him, he had to reciprocate in kind. The ring that Yong Jin had given him contained a nerve toxin that he had swapped out. After all, it was supposed to be a token of affection, and in case he ever got into a fight with Yong Jin and accidentally killed him, he had to be prepared. Although it was replaced with a powerful anesthetic, it still served its purpose in a significant way.

He looked out the window and saw a small courtyard bordered by a low wall and surrounded by greenery. It seemed he was in a small villa. He wondered whether Allen had underestimated him or simply believed that the setting for his so-called good deeds ought to be comfortable and leisurely, choosing a place where escape was not entirely impossible.

Zhou Jun let out a sigh of relief and noticed that the gun Yong Jin had given him was gone. He rummaged through Allen’s belongings and found a gun, a box of bullets, and a knife.

He carefully felt his way along the edge of the window before jumping down. Unfortunately, just as he landed, he heard someone shouting, followed by the sound of gunfire. A bullet grazed his arm, but Zhou Jun didn’t pay it any mind.

He took off running for his life, almost risking everything. Using his momentum, he leaped against the wall. Fortunately, the pursuers had poor aim, and several shots missed entirely, leaving them to watch helplessly as Zhou Jun scaled the wall like a lizard. Covering his arm, he heard the commotion behind the wall, the footsteps growing louder.

He hurried to a car and shot out the window. There was no key, and starting the engine would take time. But he knew that fleeing on foot would lead to being caught quickly, so he didn’t hesitate to choose a vehicle. Thankfully, despite a bit of rustiness, he managed just in time. As he pressed the gas pedal to speed away, another bullet shattered the window, and shards of glass nearly pierced his right eye.

The front windshield cracked like a spiderweb as Zhou Jun fought to control the steering wheel, not even knowing where the car was scraping against the walls, sparks flying everywhere. He swerved wildly down the road, relieved to hear the gunfire behind him start to fade. This was a quiet neighborhood; he had just seen a few foreigners darting out of the way in fear. Even Allen, as bold as he was, wouldn’t risk a dangerous car chase or a shootout.

After driving for a while, Zhou Jun finally felt some relief as the pursuit disappeared into silence. He let off the gas but felt a sharp pain in his right cheek and hand, a brutal reminder of the chaos he had just escaped. He had come back hoping for a peaceful life, only to find that fate had decided to throw him into trouble instead.

The old car sputtered to a stop halfway down the road, leaving Zhou Jun with no choice but to check his face in the rearview mirror. He thought he should go to a hospital, but for some reason, he didn’t. Instead, he bought a somewhat outdated suit from a small shop nearby, changing out of his blood-stained jacket before hopping onto a rickshaw. He was headed to where he had intended to go all along. Major General Yong’s residence.

By the time he arrived, it was deep into the night. Like a thief, he climbed over the wall and snuck inside, careful to avoid the patrols. Little did he know that Deputy Chen had already called Major General Yong to inform him of Zhou Jun’s unexpected visit. As Yong listened to the phone call, his previously gloomy expression began to lighten. He instructed Chen to tell the patrols to ignore Zhou Jun, letting him think he could sneak in without anyone stopping him.

Deputy Chen hesitated, “Major General, are you not afraid…?” Yong Jin lowered his eyelids, “I know what I’m doing. Let him in.” Unaware that he had already been exposed, Zhou Jun strolled through the courtyard, plucking a vibrant red rose. He climbed up the wall, and the window of Yong Jin’s bedroom was surprisingly open. He watched the figure inside, unguarded and facing away from him as he slept.

Zhou Jun clumsily crawled through the window, feeling faint from blood loss. He was merely putting on a brave face, fueled by a fierce determination. Slowly, he approached Yong Jin, pulling the rose from his pocket. The soft petals had wilted slightly during their time in his grasp, dropping several as he moved. He placed the rather unimpressive rose beside Yong Jin’s pillow and leaned down, gently kissing his face.