Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 147: How Could You?!
Brief surprise flashed through the man’s eyes before he threw his head back in laughter. He laughed so hard that his entire body was trembling and he did not even stop when Jia Molei delivered another punch to his stomach.
"Fuck you!" Jia Molei seethed, clearly agitated. He grabbed the man by the throat and hissed in a low voice, "Fucking move again and see if your neck will stay intact after this?!"
Jia Molei had not held back his strength at all and the man’s face quickly turned from pale to crimson. Blue veins flared out from his neck, creating a terrifying sight, and even then, he still laughed and laughed. In the end, it could not even be called laughter anymore. Only weak wheezes that were squeezed out from his throat, so feeble that it sounded awfully like a sob.
His eyes had not strayed from He Juan from the start. They were bloodshot and wet, whether due to the physical strain or the continuous rain or something else, He Juan was not certain. One thing for sure, that intensely heated stare caused He Juan’s heart to throb heavily and loud warning bells rang inside his mind without a rhyme or reason.
"Molei—" Just as he was going to tell Jia Molei to come to his side, the blue-eyed man, whose struggle had dwindled under Jia Molei’s ruthless grip, suddenly made a shocking move!
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folding knife, flicked it open and drew a horizontal slash across Jia Molei’s chest!
The series of movements were executed in less than one second, catching everyone off guard. Blood gushed out of the wound on his chest and Jia Molei took a few steps backward out of shock. Alas, the pouring rain had turned the soil loose and that one step caused him to slip and lose his balance. He fell with a thud and rolled down the muddy cliff with nowhere to grab for support.
"Molei–!!" He Juan felt his heart run cold but he did not dare to take his eyes off the man. "Don’t move... or else I will shoot!" He growled out with bloodshot eyes.
With a mirthless chuckle, the man fixed his dislocated elbow with a bone-chilling click, not even batting an eyelid. He then spun the knife in his hand and strode straight toward He Juan. Stopping only when the muzzle was right in front of his chest. The corner of his lips curved and he stared at He Juan with an open and frank manner.
The muscles in He Juan’s body grew taut with tension. His finger on the trigger tightened. "Stop... moving!" he hollered again, albeit with lower momentum this time.
In hindsight, bullets would always be faster than knives. He Juan had the absolute advantage here. But then, when he looked into the man’s eyes... when he looked into those blue eyes which held no trace of fear, he was no longer certain of the outcome if the two of them were to confront each other. He Juan’s chest was heaving, and cold sweat continuously poured out of his body only to be washed away by the cold rain, sending relentless chills down his spine.
And then, He Juan’s eyes widened in shock when he saw the man’s next movement.
He actually... opened his palm and let go of the knife. With nary a fluctuation on his face, he boldly threw away his weapon and opened his arms wide as if welcoming the rain on his body, saying, "Shoot me."
He Juan’s pupils shook wildly and his breathing quickened in pace. W–What? What did this man just say? How could he—
"I told you to shoot me!" The longer it took for He Juan to fire the gun, the more impatient he was. He grabbed the muzzle and pressed it right on where his heart was. His blue eyes contained a hint of crazed glint as they reflected nothing but He Juan within. "Come and shoot me! Why? You can’t...?!"
He Juan’s hands began to tremble and his lips parted as if to say something. But... what could he say? This was the man who had tailed them, forced their car to crash and injured Jia Molei. Yet the same man was now looking at He Juan with so much hurt and anguish in his brilliant blue eyes as he told He Juan to shoot him. It was like he was going through an unspeakable torment. Just by standing in front of He Juan, those barely healed wounds tore apart all over again and started to bleed anew.
Just who was this man?
What kind of past did they have together?
Why... was he looking at He Juan as if he was looking at the source of his nightmare?
"I..." He Juan’s breathing was ragged as he forced out through chattering teeth, "I don’t remember you..."
"How convenient, huh?" The man sneered. His eyes tinged with red, making him look like a vengeful spirit who had just clambered up from the depth of Hell to seek justice. "Does it feel good? Hmm? Does it feel good to continue living after everything you have done?!" His tone raised higher and higher before he suddenly snapped.
With a strangled roar, he pounced on He Juan and knocked him down to the ground. All of his bottled emotions exploded like the eruption of a hundred year volcano, leaving nothing behind but ruin and destruction on their wake. He yanked on He Juan’s collar and hollered on top of his lungs, "How... How could you forget everything and live on as if nothing happened at all?! Why, out of everyone, only you get to survive?! Why..." he choked on his words and raised his trembling fist.
He Juan’s pupils shrank. In such close proximity, that punch would definitely land on his face if he did not dodge.
Dodge! Dodge, He Juan! He had to dodge this punch, otherwise if his head was injured again, the consequences would be unimaginable...!
He was still holding onto the gun. He could have smashed it on the man’s head and threw him off easily. However, when droplets of warm liquid fell onto his face, he found his entire body rooted in place, frozen as if thousands of pounds were weighing down on his limbs.
—It was tears. The man was really crying...
He Juan’s fingers twitched and in the end, he did not make a move. He watched as the man’s fist rapidly approached, carrying with it a sharp gust of wind and unstoppable killing intent. He felt strangely calm and detached as he saw the death scythe falling on him.
But then...
When the man caught sight of the horizontal scar across He Juan’s forehead, he forcibly shifted the course of his fist and it ended up landing on the ground beside He Juan’s head with a muffled thud.
The man let out a sharp gasp as if it was him who was being punched. He seemed to have gone insane because he kept punching the same spot again and again until his knuckles split and bled, yet he never wounded He Juan at all.
"Why..." he growled out in a hoarse voice as fat droplets of tears kept spilling from his eyes to fall onto He Juan’s face. "Why do you have to forget?! My brother... and your own brother as well... you killed them! How could you forget them just like that?!!"
