Chapter 59: Imprisonment is difficult to discipline and the pride is broken

"What's the meaning?"

Jiang Chaoyang tensed up and asked, "Didn't you capture me in the first place just to make an inhibitor?"

No one answered this question.

Jiang Chaoyang sneered, "Now that the things are made, I'm no longer needed. Why can't I leave?"

He suddenly grabbed Fan Mizai's collar, his anger rising to his head, "Speak up, what else do you want?"

Fan Mizai didn't say anything, but the corners of his mouth curled up in an almost pitiful arc. This silent gesture made Jiang Chaoyang feel more uneasy than any words.

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis came from behind.

Jiang Chaoyang instantly loosened his hand and blocked sideways, his arm blocking Fan Mixi's wrist with a clear muffled sound.

Fan Mixi wasn't annoyed at being kicked out. He just shook his wrist and said, "You wouldn't even let me touch you, so why should we let you go?"

"What?"

Jiang Chaoyang was stunned. "What kind of logic is this? What does my not letting you touch me have to do with whether I can leave?"

Fan Mizai and Fan Mixi held their foreheads in silence.

Jiang Chaoyang took a step back and his calf hit the edge of the table. Inertia caused his body to sway and he accidentally knocked over the vase on the table.

A sharp cracking sound was heard.

Everyone took action almost at the same moment.

Jiang Chaoyang's heart skipped a beat. As he turned around, Fan Mixi grabbed his wrist with such force that it almost crushed his bones.

The moment they met, Jiang Chaoyang used his clever strength to twist his arm, and with a twist of the joint he broke away from Fan Mixi's control.

But just as he struggled to break free, his waist suddenly felt tight, an arm wrapped around his waist, and Jiang Chaoyang was lifted up.

"Put me down, damn it!" Jiang Chaoyang's face darkened, and he slammed his elbow into Jun Shilin's chest. "Are you fucking sick?"

Jun Shilin was hit, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all. He moved closer to Jiang Chaoyang and said in a coaxing tone: "Don't get excited. If you want to leave SA Agency, of course you can."

Jiang Chaoyang paused in his struggle and looked at him suspiciously: "...What did you say?"

"I said," Jun Shilin repeated with a smile, "We will get you out."

Jiang Chaoyang didn't believe it at all. "You didn't let me leave just now, what are you trying to do now?"

"No tricks, just finding you a new home. Of course, it has to be near us."

I can go out, but I don't have any freedom.

"Go to your mother's new home!" Jiang Chaoyang stopped talking nonsense, exerted force from his waist, leaned his upper body back, used the inertia of his body to raise his leg and gave a side kick, straight to Jun Shilin's neck.

Jun Shilin didn't expect that he could attack while being held, so he let go of his hand to avoid the vital points.

He covered his neck and coughed twice. His neck was twisted to one side by the kick. He used his hands to straighten his neck and stretched it a little. "Oh... This hurts too much."

A scoff came from the side. Fan Mizai crossed his arms, looking gloating: "Is it exciting enough?"

Jiang Chaoyang took advantage of this gap and turned around to run, but Xie Song had already stood up leisurely and took a seemingly casual step, which just blocked his space to change direction.

Xie Song's curved peach blossom eyes were particularly tender, "The ground is slippery, be careful not to fall."

At the same time, Jiang Chaoyang's arm was grabbed from the side and behind. Miao Xiuyu held his elbow and said, "There's no need to continue struggling in vain."

"Get the hell out of here!" Jiang Chaoyang cursed, trying to break free: "You bunch of psychopaths! Don't you just like trapping people here?"

Miao Xiu Yu did not respond to his insults. He raised his knee and hit his knee pit.

Jiang Chaoyang's legs softened and the numbness made him stumble forward uncontrollably. However, relying on his stubborn determination to not bow his head, he managed to steady himself just as his knees were about to touch the ground, and did not kneel down completely.

Suddenly, there was a noise in front of him. Jiang Chaoyang raised his head, panting, and saw Si Gongce standing in front of him.

"you……"

Without waiting for Jiang Chaoyang to speak, Si Gongce stretched out his hand and pressed on the center of his lower back, which was the most difficult point for him to exert force.

This push completely destroyed Jiang Chaoyang's balance. He could no longer hold on and fell down completely.

Instead of falling on the cold ground, he fell into an embrace with a cold breath.

Si Gongce's embrace was not warm, and it took all the weight of his fall. Jiang Chaoyang propped himself up and immediately pushed him away, falling onto the carpet.

Before Jiang Chaoyang could catch his breath, several pairs of shiny leather shoes slowly walked towards him.

The shadow suddenly fell, like a cage about to close.

Jiang Chaoyang's hair stood on end and he moved his body backwards.

Several hands reached out to him at the same time.

Some held his shoulders, some held his wrists, some pinched his thighs, and some even slowly combed his sweaty hair.

They controlled different parts of his body, depriving him of all ability to move.

Jiang Chaoyang was like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, unable to move.

He tried to avoid the touches, cursing under his lips.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and gently covered his mouth.

"Shh." Xie Song leaned closer, almost touching Jiang Chaoyang's ear, "Be good, be quiet."

As he spoke, a strange scent permeated the air and penetrated into Jiang Chaoyang's nostrils.

Jiang Chaoyang's body suddenly stiffened and his pupils dilated slightly.

His skin turned an abnormally red, his breathing became hot and rapid, his tense body gradually softened, and the strength of his struggle weakened visibly.

Jiang Chaoyang fell to the ground weakly, his chest heaving violently, his eyes began to blur, and he could only let out tiny and suppressed gasps.

He pressed his trembling hands on the ground and crawled forward awkwardly.

But before he could take two steps, his ankle was grabbed. He couldn't even tell who did it, but he was dragged effortlessly back to his original position, back to the center of the group of predators.

He was like a precious yet easily manipulated object, locked in the palms of these dangerous predators.

A sound of very light footsteps slowly approached.

Jiang Chaoyang slowly lifted his heavy eyelids.

Liu Tingli walked over. The high ponytail that Jiang Chaoyang had carefully curled and tied up before hung down beside her shoulder, with a few strands of hair brushing against her chin.

He lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Chaoyang: "I did say that I would let you go."

Jiang Chaoyang closed his eyes.

"But I can't guarantee they won't approach you."

Seeing that Jiang Chaoyang hadn't responded, Fan Mizai said with some regret, "Could he have fainted just like that?"

"It's normal. He must have fainted from fear after being cornered by so many of us." Jun Shilin glanced at his curled up body.

"It may also be due to pheromones." Si Gongce said.

"Check it out." Miao Xiu Yu stretched out his hand and pushed away Jiang Chaoyang's face hidden in his arms.

“Bang!”

Miao Xiu Yu's hand was slapped away.

Everyone was slightly stunned.

Jiang Chaoyang was lying on his side, grabbing his sweaty hair with one hand, his knuckles turned white from the force, revealing half of his face that was still flushed.

His body was still trembling slightly from the pheromones, but his eyes were bright and terrifying.

Under their gaze, Jiang Chaoyang stretched out a hand.

A universal middle finger gesture.

"A bunch of losers who can only use pheromones to force people into submission." Jiang Chaoyang squeezed every word out from between his teeth, with extreme sarcasm and provocation:

"You can't even get hard? Huh? And you still want to touch me, your father?"

In an instant, the air in the entire lobby froze.

The expressions on the men's faces disappeared at that moment.

The provoked dignity and desire to conquer aroused their urge to completely crush, tame and possess the person in front of them.

The string of reason broke.