Chapter 60: Silver Chains Trapped Chao Yang
The sunlight shining on his face woke up Jiang Chaoyang who was still sleeping.
He slowly sat up and stretched, and when he saw the light coming in, his brain froze for a moment.
Damn, it’s the sun!
Jiang Chaoyang suspected that he was still dreaming. How could there be sunlight on the lower level of the SA organization?
Just as he was stunned, the door was gently pushed open.
Yu Siran walked in with a tray with breakfast on it. He changed out of his white coat and wore a simple white shirt and black pants.
He placed the tray on the bedside table. Jiang Chaoyang suddenly grabbed Yu Siran's wrist and asked, "They let me go?"
Could it be that his behavior yesterday somehow made them feel bored, so they decided to let him go?
Yu Siran's wrist was grabbed, but he didn't struggle. After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Let you go?"
He pulled back his wrist and adjusted his cuffs: "How could they let you go after you said that?"
Jiang Chaoyang was stunned and frowned: "You can't even curse me. Why are you so petty?"
Yu Siran's expression subtly changed. He leaned closer to Jiang Chaoyang and asked softly, "Who do you think would be able to accept words like that? Especially when spoken in front of so many people."
Jiang Chaoyang then realized something was wrong: "Which sentence?"
"……do not you remember?"
"After being affected by Xie Song's pheromones, I was almost confused. The most I could do was curse their ancestors for eighteen generations, right?"
Yu Siran didn't say anything else and turned to leave. Seeing this, Jiang Chaoyang quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
Just as the quilt was lifted, a crisp collision sound came to my ears.
The sound made Jiang Chaoyang pause for a moment, but he was eager to find out and didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought it was the bed decoration. He stepped on the ground barefoot, and after taking two steps, he seemed to be tripped by something and fell straight forward.
Hearing the noise behind him, Yu Siran, who had already walked to the door, stopped and turned around.
Jiang Chaoyang sat up in confusion and looked down at his right ankle. A silver chain was locked on it, and the other end of the chain was connected to the metal ring at the foot of the bed.
The length seemed to allow him only enough space to move around the room.
"What the hell is this thing?!" Jiang Chaoyang was shocked and angry. He pulled the chain on his ankle hard, and the metal rubbing against his skin caused a slight tingling sensation.
He looked at Yu Siran: "What do you mean? Make me wear this? What the hell are they doing?!"
Is it just because he cursed a few times? Are these people seriously ill?
Yu Siran sighed, walked towards Jiang Chaoyang and picked him up. Jiang Chaoyang was angry and subconsciously wanted to struggle, but Yu Siran just carried him back to bed.
Jiang Chaoyang was so angry that he wanted to kick, but Yu Siran held him back, "What it means is, they won't let you go."
"And this is to prevent you from running away." He stretched out his finger and touched the chain, "It's also to remind you not to resist in vain."
Jiang Chaoyang: "..."
——Around noon.
Han Shuquan pushed open the door and was almost killed by a hidden weapon.
Jiang Chaoyang missed his first shot and was about to pick up another cup, but he was stunned when he saw who was coming: "Why is it you?"
Han Shuquan walked into the room and closed the door behind him. He looked Jiang Chaoyang up and down, his eyes fixed on the chain. "Teacher Jiang, what's going on here? A new fashion item?"
He walked closer. "What did you do to deserve this?"
Jiang Chaoyang swung his fist towards Han Shuquan's face without thinking.
Han Shuquan had anticipated this and blocked his incoming fist. Jiang Chaoyang was quite strong, but he tightened his grip, his fingers caressing Jiang Chaoyang's knuckles in an ambiguous manner.
"So angry?"
Han Shuquan raised an eyebrow, his other hand still casually tucked into his trouser pocket. "It seems like he's not comfortable being locked up."
"Isn't that nonsense? It's none of your business whether you feel comfortable or not." Jiang Chaoyang tried to pull his hand back, but found that the other party was holding it tightly. He said speechlessly, "You are not here to laugh at me, are you?"
Han Shuquan looked at his helpless appearance and the smile on his face gradually faded.
Instead of letting go, he took a step forward while holding his fist, closing the distance between them.
"Of course not." The other hand that was originally in his pocket stretched out and raised Jiang Chaoyang's chin:
"I'm here to help you."
"Is this true?"
Han Shuquan did not answer directly. He slowly took out something from his pocket and handed it to him.
Jiang Chaoyang's eyes suddenly widened, and he took it almost as quickly as if he was snatching it away.
His cell phone!!
Jiang Chaoyang pressed the power button and the screen lit up. The battery was actually full, and there were over a thousand missed calls and text messages on the lock screen.
"Hide well and don't get discovered." Han Shuquan brought him back to reality from his excitement.
"How did you get it?"
"Si Gongce gave it to me."
Jiang Chaoyang paused.
"Contact the people you need to contact and have them find a way to get you out."
Jiang Chaoyang nodded and was about to make a call when Han Shuquan suddenly said, "But I advise you not to get your hopes up too much."
Jiang Chaoyang paused tapping the screen and looked up. "What do you mean?"
Han Shuquan leaned forward and touched his chin again frivolously: "Will your friends really help you?"
"Or, do they dare to help you?"
Han Shuquan sneered: "Don't forget, the S-level inhibitor that can help them get through the susceptible period is in our hands now."
Jiang Chaoyang was silent.
Inhibitors are especially important for S-level alphas.
If the SA agency holds this thing, it is equivalent to holding the weak points of all S-level Alphas.
Jiang Chaoyang asked them to help, which meant that they would lose the opportunity to obtain the S-level inhibitor and indirectly harm them.
Suddenly, Han Shuquan's breath approached again.
A hand pressed on his shoulder and pushed him backwards. Jiang Chaoyang was caught off guard and pressed into the bed.
Jiang Chaoyang: "You..."
Before he could finish his words, he was stunned when he saw Han Shuquan on his body.
There was no smile in those blue eyes that always contained cynicism. Instead, they became gloomy. It was a worry and anxiety that Jiang Chaoyang had never seen before.
"What else did they do to you?"
Han Shuquan pulled open his collar roughly, his eyes scanning back and forth over his skin.
"I didn't do anything." Jiang Chaoyang sighed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hand on his shoulder suddenly exerted force and turned him over. Jiang Chaoyang's face fell into the quilt and his voice was muffled.
He struggled to get up, but a hand pushed his head back down, and the next second his waist was grabbed and lifted up.
Jiang Chaoyang's body was dragged uncontrollably to his knees, his knees sinking into the mattress. His upper body was still lying down due to inertia, his cheek rubbing against the quilt. This posture made him feel extremely panicked.
"What are you crazy about?" Jiang Chaoyang looked behind him.
Something even more terrifying happened. He saw Han Shuquan's hand grabbing the waistband of his pants.
Jiang Chaoyang panicked completely, ramming his elbow backwards desperately. "What the hell are you doing?! Let go!"
"Check it out." Han Shuquan didn't seem to be joking at all.
"What are you going to check that you want to take off my pants!?"
Seeing that he was about to be pulled off by Han Shuquan, Jiang Chaoyang shouted incoherently: "No! I really didn't do anything to me! Let the fuck go!!"
Han Shuquan stopped pulling down.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, the tension loosened.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Chaoyang felt a sinking sensation behind him, and Han Shuquan covered him from behind, hugging him tightly, with his arms around his waist and abdomen, holding him tightly in his arms, and resting his chin on the back of his neck.
Han Shuquan said nothing, but just hugged him tightly, as if he was afraid of something.
Han Shuquan's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible:
"Come out quickly, Teacher Jiang."
Jiang Chaoyang was quiet for a moment, raised his hand and rubbed his hair: "Okay."
"...You still have to give me extra lessons."
"good."
--night.
Early morning.
Moonlight replaced the sunlight, shining coldly in a corner of the room, illuminating the chain connected to the ankle.
Jiang Chaoyang sat on the edge of the bed. The light from his cell phone screen was particularly dazzling in the darkness, reflecting his struggling face.
He paused at the address book interface, his fingertips hovering over each name.
Jiang Chaoyang closed his eyes, slid his thumb to the side, and pressed the power button.
The screen suddenly went dark.
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