Chapter 24.1

Mo Zimu, drenched in sweat, jumped onto the train. His heart pounded heavily, unsure if Ivan was following him or had already arrived.

In that moment, his emotions were complicated.

He couldn’t tell whether it was because his two years of peaceful yet lonely life had ended, and now he was about to live on the run, or if it was because, after this separation, he didn’t know when he would see Ivan again.

He closed his eyes, and it seemed like someone walked up beside him, brushing against him. Mo Zimu pulled his legs in, and the person squeezed past, sitting next to him. Mo Zimu leaned back in his chair, and as the train smoothly started, he let out a deep breath.

“Sir, your ticket,” the conductor said.

“Sorry, sir, we need to purchase a ticket!” someone beside him said. The voice was soft, but there was a slick, cold undertone.

Mo Zimu suddenly opened his eyes, and the familiar smile of Jude greeted him. “My eyes are bothering me. My cousin is urgently taking me to Cardiff, so we didn’t have time to buy tickets.”

Mo Zimu felt something hard press against his waist. He glanced at Jude, who was wearing an eye mask, and replied, “Yes, his eyes are uncomfortable, and we’re heading to the capital to get it checked.”

The conductor, with a red nose, glanced at Mo Zimu. His refined demeanor was clearly convincing, so the conductor wrote something on a blank ticket and said, “Alright, but this is the last time.” Then he took the money and left.

“You always know how to win people over…” Jude whispered in Mo Zimu’s ear.

Mo Zimu half-closed his eyes and muttered, “Jude, you’re out now, but it seems like we have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

Jude chuckled softly, “Seven, everything I have is thanks to you. Why is it that when I want to repay you, you say we have no connection?”

The train moved steadily forward as Mo Zimu gazed out the window. Jude smiled again and said, “Seven, what are you thinking about?”

Mo Zimu replied indifferently, “I’m thinking about the first time I saw you.”

Jude smiled and said, “What a coincidence. I was thinking about the first time I saw you too… you were completely naked, your legs were so long, and I thought, those were the most beautiful legs I’d ever seen.”

His hand slid between Mo Zimu’s legs, skillfully undoing his pants zipper. Mo Zimu froze in shock, and as he moved slightly, Jude coldly whispered in his ear, “Seven, you better not move… right now, I love you so much… I want you to die. Don’t give me a reason to act.”

Mo Zimu stiffened, powerless to stop the hand slipping inside his pants. He quickly grabbed his coat hanging on the armrest to cover the movement of Jude’s hand. Jude casually rubbed, licking Mo Zimu’s earlobe as he whispered, “What were you thinking when you first saw me?”

“Sorry!” Mo Zimu gasped as Jude moved, then said, “I didn’t have any thoughts about you. I just thought you were screaming too loudly!”

Jude’s hand suddenly tightened, and Mo Zimu gripped the armrest tightly, his body tensing. Jude whispered, “Seven, you’re not someone who enjoys being hurt, right? That hasn’t changed in the last two years!”

His grip loosened, and only then did Mo Zimu relax. He leaned back in his seat, and Jude spoke quietly again, “You don’t like hearing me scream, but I love hearing yours, Seven. I’ve always loved hearing your moans!”

At that moment, the train stopped, and Jude said harshly, “Get off!”

Mo Zimu was dragged off the train. He took a deep breath, fully aware that Jude’s madness was no less than Norton’s, but far more extreme and unpredictable. One wrong move, and he might really lose his life. Therefore, he had no choice but to allow Jude to guide him forward, staying unusually close.

The two stumbled out of the train station, and Jude shoved Mo Zimu into a nearby hotel.

Mo Zimu glanced around at the surroundings. To his surprise, this was Cardiff’s Chinatown, and the hotel was run by Chinese people.

Jude stood there, quietly making a phone call. Afterward, he booked a room and shoved Mo Zimu inside. His remaining eye glared at him fiercely, and he grinned wickedly. “Seven, I never expected you’d fall into my hands.”

Mo Zimu walked to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly to look outside at the familiar scenery. Then he said coolly, “So it was Geoffrey who sent you?”

Jude’s expression froze, and he asked, “Why do you think it was Geoffrey?”

“Was it him who took you out of Mammon as well?” Mo Zimu asked. “It seems he has quite a bit of confidence in you.”

At this, Jude’s expression returned to normal, and he smiled. “Isn’t that right? There aren’t many people who can capture you, Seven. I happen to be one of them. What makes Ivan so special? He can have you, and I can too!”

“Well, that’s an honor!” Mo Zimu smiled lightly.

Jude waved the gun in his hand and laughed. “Seven, take your clothes off.”

Mo Zimu took a deep breath. He slowly began to remove his coat, moving deliberately slow.

Jude sneered, “Seven, I know you have many tricks, but I don’t have much patience. If you can’t get it off in a minute…”

Mo Zimu smiled faintly. He used his slender fingers to unbutton his shirt and then said casually, “Jude, compared to Ivan, you’re lacking in this regard. He would never complain about me being slow at taking my clothes off because he has enough confidence in himself.”

Jude’s green eye flashed with malice. “It seems you’re really a whore. As long as someone conquers your body, they can conquer your soul!”

Mo Zimu didn’t get upset at his words; instead, he calmly replied, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Even you, Seven, are confused?”

“Of course, especially when it comes to you!”

“Go ahead, speak.”

“I’ve never really understood why you hate me so much. By all rights, we just met by chance. Although I can’t say I’ve been kind, I’ve at least tried. But your reaction seems like a jilted wife with a deep hatred. Did you always imagine I was your lover?”

The cold light in Jude’s green eye seemed like it could burn through skin, but Mo Zimu appeared to still be interested in talking.

Unfortunately, Jude interrupted him. “Do you think delaying the time is going to help? I’ll tell you, at this moment, no one can save you. Geoffrey is probably still in London. Even if he takes a helicopter, it will take him an hour to get here. That’s enough time for me to fuck you many times. Now I’ll count to ten. If you’re not undressed by then, I’ll shoot. Seven, I’m sure you understand… I’m not joking.”

Mo Zimu took a deep breath and said, “I’ll count for you.”

“Ten!” Mo Zimu slowly unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons.

“Nine!” Another button.

“Eight!” Yet another button.

By the time he reached five, he’d only unbuttoned the shirt.

“Four!” He slowly began to pull off his belt.

Jude nearly lost his temper. His lips trembled, wanting to shoot the person in front of him, but something told him that killing him right now would be too easy. What he truly wanted was to pin him under his body, viciously ravage him, humiliate him, and then tear him apart.

But none of his wishes were fulfilled.

The door suddenly burst open with a loud crash. Jude, highly alert, was startled by the sound. As he lost focus for a moment, Mo Zimu’s belt wrapped around his wrist, knocking the gun out of his hand.

A young man with blonde hair walked in. His handsome features and proud expression spoke volumes about his high society background.

Mo Zimu smiled faintly. “You’ve got me figured out, but it’s a pity you don’t know Geoffrey well enough. He’s not the kind of person who sits around waiting for results. He’s a man of action!”

Geoffrey glanced at the two of them, his brow furrowing slightly, and spoke coldly to Jude. “What are you planning to do?”

Jude’s face turned pale, but he remained silent. Mo Zimu, however, replied calmly, ‘Geoffrey, my affairs have nothing to do with you!'”

Geoffrey paused, his voice turning icy. “Seven, don’t be ungrateful! It was me who saved you!”

“Saved me? If you had kept your end of the bargain, you wouldn’t have brought this snake out of Mammon. How could I be in danger then?” Mo Zimu retorted coldly.

Geoffrey’s face darkened. “Do you think it’s only this snake looking for you? No matter how cunning this snake is, he’s just a minor figure. Do you know how many assassins Kiefer Sutherland has sent after you?”

Mo Zimu had already put his clothes back on. He walked past Geoffrey, offering a faint smile as he said, “Yes… but what difference does it make? You would have found another excuse. Geoffrey, I’ll say it again. My affairs have nothing to do with you. I’m not interested in seeing you again!”

In that moment, Geoffrey felt his blood rush to his head. He suddenly grabbed Mo Zimu and pressed him against the door. “Seven, why… why are you so hateful?!”

Mo Zimu paused for a moment, then slowly said, “Sorry, but every time I see you, I can’t control myself. I don’t want to hurt you, so let’s just not meet again. You’re a proud person, so I believe you’ll keep your promise!”

Geoffrey stared at Mo Zimu for a long time, then lowered his head with a smile. He coldly said, “I think I’ve respected you too much!” He shoved Mo Zimu toward his bodyguards, who grabbed him and dragged him out of the hotel.

Geoffrey’s car wasn’t anything special in terms of brand. It looked very ordinary, just slightly bigger and wider. The dark tinted windows completely blocked the view inside, but once the doors opened, it revealed an extremely luxurious interior.

Mo Zimu was pushed into a large leather seat.

Geoffrey sat down, and immediately, two glass panels between the front and back seats slowly closed, turning the entire backseat into a private, enclosed space.

Mo Zimu found himself beneath Geoffrey. He gritted his teeth and said, “Geoffrey, don’t make me lose respect for you!”

Geoffrey shook his head with a hint of amusement. “Stop fooling yourself, Seven. I’ve been working to make you look up to me. But the truth is, you’ve always been playing me. A person like you only responds to force. If I had acted like this before, you would have belonged to me by now, wouldn’t you?”

The two of them struggled fiercely, and Geoffrey had never anticipated that Mo Zimu would be so difficult to subdue. Despite being trained in rigorous combat for years, he found that he couldn’t overpower Mo Zimu, who managed to hold his ground for a short while.

He slapped Mo Zimu across the face, and blood immediately spilled from the corner of his lips. The force of the slap made them both freeze for a moment.

Mo Zimu slowly raised his eyelids and met Geoffrey’s gaze with unmistakable disdain.

That look, cold and indifferent, extinguished the fiery desire and anger surging inside Geoffrey, as though a bucket of icy cold water had been poured over him, leaving him frozen to the bone.

Jude watched the car slightly shake, his pupils narrowing like pinpricks. Sweat was pouring from his palms in waves.

At that moment, several cars suddenly appeared from across the street. Jude quickly ducked as gun barrels protruded from the vehicles, unleashing a flurry of gunfire.

Geoffrey’s bodyguards, who were stationed outside, were caught off guard. Some were gunned down instantly, while the rest quickly took cover behind obstacles.