SA 11.2

Later, he met Pei Jun, an elite recruit handpicked for WUP, a legend who had graduated from West Point at just eighteen. Pei Jun was determined to turn Ye Jingsheng, a jailed brawler from the streets, into his partner. Standing before him, battered and bloodied, he asked, “Do you want to remain a rat in the gutter, or rise above the rest?”

Ye Jingsheng didn’t care about rising above, but Pei Jun’s fervent, almost obsessive determination infected him. If I really became someone powerful, he thought, maybe meeting Ye Ling again wouldn’t be so hard.

He endured a full year of hellish training, standing before Pei Jun battered and scarred. Pei Jun smiled, clapped his lean but strong bronze shoulder, and said, “From now on, I’ll personally teach you.”

No one had ever treated him like Pei Jun did. Spending days and nights together, Pei Jun taught him wilderness survival, how to wield the “King Cobra,” and instilled in him the ideals of saving society and eradicating crime. He told Ye Jingsheng, “The reason we live is for duty.”

Back then, Ye Jingsheng even admired Pei Jun, who was far stronger than him. Their partnership was seamless. He even believed that Pei Jun’s concept of “duty” had become his own ideal.

But three years later, when they returned to Hong Kong, their first mission was to rescue the kidnapped children of the esteemed magistrate Wang Yongjia. His elder son, Wang Ling, was among them.

“And then?” Fang Yang asked, knowing that if something happened to Ye Ling, no one would have been more affected than Ye Jingsheng.

“And then?” Ye Jingsheng smirked sarcastically. “During the final operation to take down the kidnappers, Pei Jun’s marksmanship was flawless. His bullet went straight through Xiao Ling’s head and into the heart of the kidnapper. To this day, Xiao Ling hasn’t woken up and is nothing more than a half-dead cripple.” He turned to Fang Yang. “Later, I found out that before the mission, the department had given Pei Jun one clear order. Kill the kidnappers at all costs and rescue Wang Yongjia’s biological daughter. As for Ye Ling… his life or death didn’t matter.”

Ye Jingsheng spoke lightly, but Fang Yang could feel the tidal wave of hatred he must have felt at that time.

“Ah Sheng… you’re crying.”

—-

By nightfall, they had built a campfire, its flames roaring high into the sky. Around the cave, they scattered grass ash to ward off poisonous insects and predators. Though Fang Yang had no prior experience, his quick reflexes and sharp instincts allowed him to catch quite a few animals by the afternoon. Now, their skins were peeled, and the meat was roasting slowly over the fire.

“Who knows how long it’ll take for them to find us here? These supplies might last a few days, but tomorrow, we need to find a proper water source. We can’t rely on wild plantains forever,” Fang Yang said, tearing off a piece of roasted meat. “Eat something, or you won’t have the strength for anything.”

Ye Jingsheng wiped his face and sat by the fire. “You’re adapting quickly.” Taking the offered meat, he bit into it and immediately frowned. “It reeks.”

“Be glad it’s not poisonous. To ‘us’, there’s only edible or inedible,” Fang Yang said with a grin, adding a playful wink. Ye Jingsheng couldn’t help but laugh. It felt like, after everything they had endured, something between them had quietly changed.

A series of wolf howls echoed from afar. Fang Yang nudged him with his foot. “What if wolves come during the night?”

“Idiot. This isn’t some deep forest. Where would wolves come from? Have you ever seen a swimming wolf?” Ye Jingsheng snapped, glaring at him as he tossed more dry twigs onto the fire.

Fang Yang ignored the jab, calmly loading both their guns and placing them within arm’s reach. “Still, we need to stay cautious,” he said seriously. “There’s bound to be some kind of wild animal around here. You sleep first. I’ll keep watch.”

Ye Jingsheng had to admire Fang Yang’s vigilance. Without arguing, he lay down and immediately fell asleep.

He truly was exhausted.

Fang Yang sat by the fire, watching the flickering flames illuminate Ye Jingsheng’s sleeping face. Only when he was asleep did the sharpness in his gaze seem to relent. His dark face, framed by lips that naturally curved into a faint smirk, added an alluring edge to his rugged, masculine features.

Fang Yang had no idea how long he had been sitting there when Ye Jingsheng’s hand, slack in sleep, slipped onto his upper thigh. His body tensed at the unexpected touch. After a moment, he slowly reached out, his fingers lightly brushing against Ye Jingsheng’s face. With a quiet sigh, he murmured, “Ye Jingsheng…”

Ye Jingsheng’s eyes snapped open, those devilishly bewitching eyes making Fang Yang hold his breath. Slowly, he pushed himself up, leaning in close before murmuring, “Yang ge… not bad. Still standing tall, even now.” Fang Yang barely had time to process the words before Ye Jingsheng suddenly moved, flipping him over and pinning him down. “Last time, you had the upper hand. Now it’s my turn to settle the score. In bed.”

Fang Yang, half laughing and half exasperated, retorted, “What bed are you even talking about?” Ye Jingsheng, visibly annoyed, snapped back, “Who cares what bed it is! I want it now!”

They were both exhausted, filthy, and drenched in sweat from the day’s trials, yet the desire between them burned hotter than ever. Despite the looming danger, neither of them could ignore the pull they felt.

“Yang ge, Yang ge…” Ye Jingsheng gasped, his hand sliding into Fang Yang’s tattered shorts, and expertly gripping his cock. The slickness of the fluid coated his palm. “We’re both scum, so let’s fall together.”

“Pursuing pleasure isn’t a crime,” Fang Yang moaned hoarsely, trembling as he clasped Ye Jingsheng’s hand over his own, guiding the rhythm faster and more intense until, “Ah!!” Fang Yang’s abdomen convulsed violently, and white streams of semen erupted in bursts, landing across both their half-naked chests and splattering Ye Jingsheng’s cheek.

Ye Jingsheng wiped it away with his fingers, slipping them into his mouth, licking slowly. His gaze locked on Fang Yang, predatory and hypnotic. His eyes, steeped in primal lust, glimmered with a wild, unrestrained light, like the king of beasts reveling in his domain.

Fang Yang shuddered and gasps as he clung to Ye Jingsheng. “Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng…”

Ye Jingsheng pulled his head closer, their cracked lips colliding, sending shivers like an electric current through both. His tongue invaded, forceful, as though sharing the most debauched flavors of the flesh. Their lower bodies burned with desire, unable to resist back any longer.

Ye Jingsheng grabbed Fang Yang’s hipbones, and yanked down his pants. Fang Yang, as if startled awake, stammered, “Jingsheng… Ye Jingsheng, don’t do this to me.” His voice was weak, almost unconvincing. But Ye Jingsheng didn’t stop. His hips pressed down, aligning against Fang Yang’s entrance. Breathing heavily, he moved his hips, coaxing out more slickness from the trembling passage, and locked his gaze on Fang Yang as he slowly, forcefully pushed inside.

“Ah!” Fang Yang cried out in pain. Yet, amidst the sharp agony, a strange sense of unity, mixed with pleasure, shot through him like electricity, rushing straight to his brain. Ye Jingsheng ignored Fang Yang’s struggling and protests, stubbornly quickening his thrusts. Each stroke was deep, deliberate, and powerful. Fang Yang’s body writhed, his groans a confusing mix of pain and ecstasy.

“Ye Jingsheng… You, you bastard! Fucking dared to… you! Ahhh…” Fang Yang’s head jerked back as a wave of wet heat spilled below. Ye Jingsheng, gritting his teeth as he pounded into him, panted and laughed, “Is this your sensitive spot? Yang ge, you’re loving this, aren’t you? Come on, beg me, ask me to fuck you more.”

Fang Yang’s eyes narrowed. Ye Jingsheng! The most venomous, and the most dangerously seductive snake alive!

Only Ye Jingsheng could drive him to this, losing all sense of himself.

Fang Yang pulled their bodies tighter, their lower halves locked in an impossibly close embrace. Ye Jingsheng let out a loud cry, sweat streaming down his face like rivers, forgetting all about forcing Fang Yang to beg, lost entirely in the act. Their bodies tangled, indistinguishable groans and gasps filling the air.

“More… more, Ye Jingsheng, if you’re a man, don’t fucking stop. Fuck! Just don’t go so hard!!”

“If I don’t fuck you like this, would you even fucking be satisfied?” Ye Jingsheng growled with a wicked grin, hammering into Fang Yang like he was trying to destroy him entirely.

Of course, he paid the price the very next day. The moment Fang Yang woke up, he flipped Ye Jingsheng over and fucked him into submission, getting his revenge. Ye Jingsheng, groggy and half-asleep, could only let it happen. Not that he wasn’t enjoying it. Denying that would’ve been pure bullshit. They both came so many times that their chests were caked in thick, crusted layers of dried cum, sticky and filthy, yet unbelievably arousing.

Ye Jingsheng managed to find underground water in a dried riverbed later. They cleaned themselves properly, feeling the dirt and sweat wash away.

They spent their days running around half-naked in their underwear, like cavemen, not giving a shit about loyalty, vendettas, or the criminal underworld. They only cared about living in the moment. Bickering, laughing, and indulging every primal urge.

It was rare to live so recklessly, but deep down, they both knew it wouldn’t last forever.

By the afternoon of the fourth day, the deafening roar of a search helicopter tore through the sky. For the first time, an awkward silence hung between them. Ye Jingsheng snapped out of it first, grabbing a half-damp piece of wood and lighting it. Thick white smoke spiraled straight into the air.

The helicopter turned toward them, its cabin light flashing on and off.

It was Morse code. Fang Yang recognized it immediately.

His voice was raw with disbelief, “What the fuck… why is Chen ge here too?”

Ye Jingsheng scowled, glancing at him.

The helicopter descended slowly. Liao Qiu stepped out first, standing to the side, while a tall, lean man in black strode down the steps and stopped directly in front of Fang Yang and Ye Jingsheng.