登入If surrendering himself could save her—then the choice should’ve been easy.So why did it feel like walking straight into hell?Fang Jia’s breathing turned uneven in his arms.Too fast.Too shallow.Every few seconds, pain visibly tightened her expression before she forced herself to suppress it again.But Yichen felt it.Every tremor.Every weak breath.Every second she tried pretending she was fine.And it was tearing him apart.“What did you do to her?”His voice dropped lower this time.Dangerously low.Not shouting.Not emotional.Which somehow made it worse.The man standing across from him remained calm.Almost bored.“Nothing permanent.”Yichen’s eyes darkened instantly.“You expect me to believe that?”“It depends on your next decision.”Silence.Fang Jia tightened her grip weakly around Yichen’s sleeve.“No…”Her voice came out strained.“Don’t—”Another wave of pain hit before she could finish.Her body tensed sharply.Yichen caught her immediately, steadying her closer ag
The moment he stopped obeying—they should have killed him.Instead—they tried to control him longer.And that became their biggest mistake.The room fell silent.Not calm.Not safe.The kind of silence that came right before something exploded.Yichen stood slowly, blood still dripping from the wound at his side, one hand tightly holding Fang Jia’s.But something had changed.Completely.The pressure from the speakers still echoed faintly through the floor.“Obey.”Again.Distorted.Relentless.But this time—nothing happened.Yichen lifted his head slowly.His eyes clear.Focused.Awake.No hesitation.No emptiness.No flicker of conflict anymore.Just decision.The man noticed immediately.And for the first time since arriving—his expression hardened.Not calculated.Not amused.Concerned.Small.But real.“That’s impossible.”Yichen’s grip around Fang Jia’s hand tightened slightly.Grounding.Human.“You made one mistake.”His voice came out calm.Too calm.“You thought pain was
The moment blood hit the floor—everyone expected him to fall.He didn’t.Fang Jia’s hands shook against his side, warm blood slipping through her fingers faster than she could stop it.“Yichen…”Her voice cracked.Fear finally breaking through completely.But he didn’t look at her.Didn’t look down at the wound.His eyes stayed locked on the man standing across the room.Sharp.Focused.Dangerously calm.The blood spreading across his shirt should have slowed him down.Should have weakened him.But somehow—it made him look worse.More dangerous.The man noticed it too.Interesting.That faint amusement disappeared from his face for the first time.“You’re still standing.”Yichen’s breathing stayed uneven but steady enough.“You sound disappointed.”The answer came instantly.Cold.The man’s gaze narrowed slightly.Because that wasn’t supposed to happen.Pain was supposed to destabilize him.The disruptor was supposed to weaken him.The emotional trigger was supposed to break him.In
They stopped trying to control him—because they finally realized something terrifying.He would rather destroy himself—than obey.“I was hoping you’d say that.”The man’s voice stayed calm.Too calm.Like refusal had always been part of the plan.The neural disruptor continued pulsing faintly across the floor, distorting the lights overhead. The air itself felt unstable.Fang Jia struggled to breathe evenly.Every pulse made her chest tighten harder.But Yichen—still stood.Still unmoving.One arm holding her securely against him.Protective.Steady.The man noticed.Of course he did.“That attachment is fascinating.”His gaze lingered briefly on Fang Jia before returning to Yichen.“It rewired your priorities completely.”Yichen’s eyes darkened.“Don’t look at her.”The warning came instantly.Sharp.Dangerous.The man smiled faintly.“There it is.”A pause.“The emotional instability.”Fang Jia felt Yichen’s grip tighten slightly.Not painfully.But enough to reveal the reaction.
“You already lost.”Those words—weren’t a bluff.And both of them knew it.Silence stretched across the room.Heavy.Sharp.Ready to snap.The man standing in front of Yichen didn’t move.Didn’t react.But something in his eyes shifted—just slightly.Not doubt.Not fear.Calculation.Recalibration.“You always did overestimate yourself.”His voice remained calm.Smooth.Controlled.Like everything else about him.But Yichen didn’t respond.Didn’t take the bait.Because this—wasn’t about ego.This was about control.And for the first time since this began—it wasn’t entirely in the man’s hands anymore.“You came here personally.”Yichen’s voice dropped.Low.Steady.Measured.“That means you couldn’t finish it remotely.”A pause.The man’s gaze sharpened.Almost imperceptibly.“But here you are.”Yichen took a slow step forward.Subtle.But intentional.“Which means something went wrong.”Silence.Fang Jia felt it.The shift.This wasn’t just confrontation anymore.This was dismantl
They didn’t come to watch.They didn’t come to wait.They came to take him—by force.The black vehicles didn’t move.Didn’t need to.Because the men stepping out of them—already controlled the situation.From the way they walked.From the way they looked up—straight to his floor.Like they knew exactly where he was.“Yichen…”Fang Jia’s voice dropped.Lower now.Tighter.“They’re not guessing.”“They never were.”His answer came instantly.Cold.Focused.Every piece of uncertainty—gone.Because now—the enemy wasn’t invisible anymore.They were here.Right in front of him.And that changed everything.Behind them, the guards shifted.Weapons ready.But hesitation lingered.Because these weren’t ordinary intruders.Even from a distance—it was clear.Professional.Coordinated.Prepared.“Sir, we need to move you to a secure location.”One of the guards stepped forward.Voice controlled.But urgent.Yichen didn’t turn.Didn’t look away from the window.“No.”The answer came flat.Im







