Come for Night Duty

Jiang Qiao did not resist. He obediently turned over, his face flushed as Shi Junyi applied anti-inflammatory ointment for him.

Jiang Qiao still had a fever, and Shi Junyi's hands were cool against his body. He shuddered, and his entire body tensed involuntarily.

Shi Junyi raised a brow. "Relax. What are you so nervous about?"

Jiang Qiao gave an oh and obediently did as he was told.

No matter how thick-skinned Jiang Qiao was, there were times when he felt embarrassed. He buried his face in the blanket and deliberately changed the subject. "My brother actually came to see me. I'm so touched. Did you miss me after not seeing me for a day?"

Shi Junyi stroked his face. "I came to see if you were dead."

Jiang Qiao clicked his tongue. "Don't worry, I've got a tough life. Besides, if I'm going to die, I should die at my brother's place. What kind of death is it to die in my own room?"

Seeing that Jiang Qiao still had such a sharp tongue, Shi Junyi knew he was fine. He stood up. "Rest. I'm leaving."

Jiang Qiao tugged at Shi Junyi's sleeve. "Give me a kiss before you go."

Shi Junyi did not move.

Jiang Qiao turned off the light, lifted a hand around his neck, and pulled him down.

Before leaving, Shi Junyi murmured into Jiang Qiao's ear, "Remember to come for night duty tomorrow night."

Jiang Qiao chuckled and kissed the tip of his ear. "As you command, my young master."

The following afternoon, when Jiang Qiao appeared among the night-shift bodyguards, Sang Ye could not help frowning.

"Have you passed your shooting training? Who allowed you to come here?"

As the saying went, dark and windy nights were made for murder and robbery.

Nighttime was always when accidents happened most often.

Every bodyguard qualified for night duty was an expert capable of standing on their own in every skill.

Under normal circumstances, bodyguards like Jiang Qiao, whose shooting still had a long way to go and whose weaknesses were obvious, were not permitted to join the night-shift team.

Perhaps because this body rarely took medicine, the fever suppository from the night before had worked remarkably well. He was already better by that morning.

After getting up, taking a shower, and filling his stomach, his spirits returned as well.

He yawned and said provocatively, "Brother Ye, don't be so harsh."

"Did you forget that you were punished and even gave up the captain's position to Brother Sheng? Brother Sheng hasn't even said anything yet, so why the hell are you running your mouth?"

Sang Ye's expression darkened at those words. He grabbed Jiang Qiao by the collar. "Say that again."

Jiang Qiao smiled. "Couldn't hear me? I said the captain's position has already changed hands. Why the hell are you running your mouth here?"

Sang Ye had already been bottling up his anger over this matter for quite some time, and Jiang Qiao repeatedly rubbed salt in the wound.

He immediately swung a fist at Jiang Qiao's face.

Jiang Qiao knew Shi Junyi liked this face of his too. He had not cared before, but now he treasured it dearly.

He swiftly tilted his head back to evade the blow. One hand pinned down the hand Sang Ye had gripping his collar, while the other twisted Sang Ye's punching wrist behind his back. He lowered his head, turned, and shoved Sang Ye against the wall.

Sang Ye twisted around and kicked at Jiang Qiao's crotch.

Jiang Qiao gave a startled exclamation, released Sang Ye, and retreated two steps. While Sang Ye was turning back, he lifted his leg, spun around, and delivered a vicious roundhouse kick straight at Sang Ye's neck.

Sang Ye had once held the position of head bodyguard for Shi Junyi, so his fighting skills were naturally exceptional.

He reacted quickly and raised an arm to block the vulnerable spot before Jiang Qiao's foot landed, though inwardly, he was shocked.

He had never fought Jiang Qiao before. He had not expected Jiang Qiao, who looked well-proportioned rather than muscular, to possess such tremendous strength in his legs. After taking that kick, his entire arm went numb.

At the same time, Jiang Qiao's expression stiffened for a moment.

Fuck, it still hurt when I pulled it.

Chen Sheng, who had merely been standing to the side watching the show, suddenly spoke. "Enough. Stop messing around."

As if sensing something, Jiang Qiao immediately stood still and behaved himself.

But Sang Ye, having come off worse, was boiling with anger and did not listen to Chen Sheng at all. He angrily drew an electric baton from behind his back and moved to jab it at Jiang Qiao.

There was no sense of fair play at all.

Jiang Qiao only defended and did not attack, retreating step by step. Just as he was about to reach the corner of the corridor, he fell straight backward.

Sure enough, the next second, he was caught in a solid embrace.

Sang Ye looked at Shi Junyi, standing in the shadows with an unhappy expression. The viciousness had not yet left his face, but the movement of his hand was forced to freeze midway.

Except in the fighting arena, bodyguards were forbidden from fighting privately.

Shi Junyi looked at Sang Ye. "Go receive your punishment."

Sang Ye pointed at Jiang Qiao. "Young master, he too..."

Before he could finish, Shi Junyi seized him by the throat.

Jiang Qiao stepped out of Shi Junyi's embrace and stood behind him. He saw the veins bulging in Shi Junyi's arm as Sang Ye's face gradually turned purple and he slowly sank to his knees.

This was nothing like when he had strangled him.

Jiang Qiao could tell that if Sang Ye dared resist, Shi Junyi would snap his neck without hesitation.

"Do not question me, Sang Ye." Shi Junyi released him. "Solitary confinement."

Sang Ye clutched his throat, kneeling on one knee and gasping for breath. He did not dare utter another word of protest, only lowered his head and hoarsely answered, "Yes."

Jiang Qiao had heard Shen Guiyi say that no bodyguard of the Shi family ever wanted to be put in solitary confinement.

Their hands and feet would be suspended by iron chains, leaving only their toes touching the ground, and they would be locked in an iron cage less than one meter long and wide, but over two meters high.

There was no light and no food. Only droplets of water constantly falling from the top of the cage provided the confined person with moisture.

In a capitalist country like Country Y, where money was king, everything could be made ambiguous between black and white.

If you wanted the Shi family's money, you had to follow the Shi family's rules. Even if you lost your life, no one could seek justice for you.

If you wanted to live a peaceful life, do not try to deal with rulers like them.

Shi Junyi held out a hand, and Jiang Qiao, quick to catch on, pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him.

Shi Junyi wiped his hand twice before noticing a small grease stain on the tissue. Jiang Qiao had probably used it to wipe his mouth after eating.

Shi Junyi's eyelid twitched. He crumpled the tissue into a ball, tossed it to Chen Sheng, and headed toward the room on the second floor.