Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 421: A Beautiful Win
For the next hour, Mu Yuze experienced a taste of utter defeat like never before.
After He Juan announced his plan to teach Mu Yuze how to fight for real, a switch seemed to have been flipped within him, transforming him into an utter menace. Mu Yuze even suspected that the man had set a personal challenge to knock him down within fifteen seconds.
Alas, Mu Yuze was unable to muster an ounce of anger within him, especially when he saw the mischievous glint in He Juan’s eyes as he playfully taunted, ’come again?’ every time Mu Yuze bounced to his feet after a successful takedown. Instead of frustration, it only served to ignite a fiery spirit of competition within him. He Juan was monstrously strong, it was a solid fact, but all the more reason he could not admit defeat!
The ’real fight’, in He Juan’s dictionary, included some dirty moves which he readily imparted to Mu Yuze.
"Take a good look at your surroundings and grab whatever you can use," He Juan advised as they circled around each other, eyes locked in a dance of scrutiny. "A brick, a wooden block, a stone, even a handful of dirt – anything can become your weapon. Don’t be afraid if you accidentally kill your enemy. Your main priority is to secure your own life first and foremost."
Mu Yuze almost tripped on his feet when he heard that. He gaped at He Juan, "Wha— is that really something you should teach to someone else?!"
"Why not? It’s either you or them who has to go down, no in between." He Juan’s voice carried a hint of dark humor, and it was then that Mu Yuze caught another glimpse of the ruthless side of He Juan – XIU – which often slipped off his mind due to the thick rose-tinted filter he had toward the man. "There are actually so many weak points in a person’s body. It all depends on whether you are decisive enough to employ it or not. Eyes..." Without a warning, he shot forward like an arrow released from the bowstring with his fist aimed at Mu Yuze’s face!
Caught off guard, Mu Yuze stood frozen with his eyes widening in shock, unable to react in time.
He could almost hear the wind whistling beside his ears, a force brought about by that lightning-fast strike. But then, He Juan stopped when his fist was a hair’s breadth away from the bridge of Mu Yuze’s nose, smiling. He flipped his hand and tweaked the boy’s nose teasingly before retreating, "...and nose. They’re the easiest to target. Remember it, okay?"
With a shaky exhale, Mu Yuze let go of the breath he was holding, his heart still racing in lingering fear. Oh God, t–that was so scary and awesome at the same time! Facing He Juan was akin to fighting with a gigantic vulture. They were fast, and they would swoop in when you least expected them. Even the aura He Juan exuded alone was already enough to make his palms soaked in cold sweat.
And to think that he had asked the man not to go easy on him? What a good way to seek death, Mu Yuze!
"Second, throat." When He Juan advanced again this time, Mu Yuze was well-prepared and he blocked the man’s strike with his arm, earning him an admiring look. "You should do it hard and fast. This way, you will be able to incapacitate them in an instant. Third, knees."
A sudden strike to the back of his knees sent Mu Yuze toppling and a startled cry escaped his lips, "Ah!"
However, before he could crash to the ground again, He Juan caught him by the waist and pulled him back upright. All of a sudden, they were so close that he could see glistening beads of sweat on He Juan’s hairline, and the quiet intensity reflected in those silver eyes. He could no longer tell whether the pounding in his chest was from the surprise attack or the irresistible charm emanating from the man in front of him.
Enveloped by the intoxicating Alpha pheromones around him, Mu Yuze was overcome with dizziness. His grip on He Juan’s well-defined arms tightened as he struggled to regain his composure, his breath coming out in quick and shallow gasps.
"And lastly..." He Juan’s voice dipped low, washing over him like a sip of strong and intoxicating wine that sent delicious shivers down his spine.
Mu Yuze had a bad feeling about this, especially when he saw the devilish smirk gracing the man’s lips. "W–What?"
Leaning in close, He Juan’s voice brushed against his ear in a hushed whisper, "If you want to get the maximum effect, you should aim at their most precious place, especially if your opponent is a male." When he saw Mu Yuze remained dazed, he clicked his tongue in mild exasperation, "Tsk, still don’t get it? I’m talking about this..." he trailed off and brought Mu Yuze’s hand toward his own tapered waist.
And as soon as Mu Yuze realized where He Juan was guiding his hand toward, his eyes immediately went as big as saucers. He yanked his hand away as if scalded and stumbled back a few steps, almost tripping on his own feet in the process.
"Y–Y–You...!" He stuttered out as he felt blood rushing straight to his head. He kept his hand a distance away from him as the sensation of He Juan’s warmth still lingered there, prickling his skin like thousands of tiny needles. H–How... How could this man be so shameless?! He understood that He Juan was teaching him the drills, but... but did he have to demonstrate it this way too?!
"Pfft... ahahahaha!!" He Juan suddenly threw his head back and laughed uproariously. "Oh my God, Xiao Ze... you should see your face right now!"
This time, Mu Yuze could not find it in himself to be enthralled by how beautiful that laughter sounded. Not when he realized that He Juan was teasing him on purpose to see his reaction.
How... How dare he! Mu Yuze’s entire body trembled in rage and in the heat of the moment, he hurled his body towards He Juan with all of his might. And much to his astonishment, he succeeded in tackling He Juan down!
"Ha!" Now it was Mu Yuze’s turn to laugh as he pinned He Juan to the ground, with both of his hips forcefully caging the man’s side. "You let your guard down, Juan-gege. It’s my win this time!"
He Juan blinked, genuinely surprised by the sudden turn of events. Then a smooth, melodic laugher flowed out of his lips, tinged with a hint of mirth and fondness. His long hair spread around him like tangled webs of delicate silk and his silver eyes bright in wonder. He did not even try to get up, as though he was content to remain like this in that moment of eternity. His gaze was fixed on the dazzling boy on top of him, who was giddy with sheer joy from his first victory.
"...Indeed, it’s a very beautiful win," he uttered with tenderness in his tone.
