Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 509: Cut Off Half The Wings
He Juan’s jaws clenched, his silver orbs radiating strong hostility akin to a brewing storm.
Despite his unfavorable circumstances, despite him being forced into a kneeling position with blood seeping out of the bandages around his chest, he did not appear weak at all. He was just like a shackled dragon, his feet bound to the earth, preventing him from soaring into the sky. But a superior creature was still superior, after all. They still exuded an aura of ferocity as if they could break free at any moment to unleash their wrath.
Having served as Luo Xuan’s left-hand man for almost a decade, He Juan had come to know the omega’s cruel ways very well, though he had never foreseen that one day he would be on the receiving end. However, he did not plead for mercy like the omega expected. Instead, he merely curled the corner of his lips into a smile that was not quite a smile, defiant. "Punishment? What does that mean, to be exact?"
"You will see," Luo Xuan gazed down at him calmly, unfazed by his insolent demeanor. He turned to the corner of the dimly lit room behind He Juan and issued a command, "Let’s start."
In the next moment, He Juan’s acute hearing caught the telltale sound of approaching footsteps from behind, and alarm coursed through him. Danger!
He instinctively pulled at the chains binding his arms, attempting to rise to his feet to catch a clear look of the people behind him. Alas, it was unknown how long he had stayed unconscious in this position, as intense numbness shot up his calves as soon as he tried to move. It was as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh from within. He faltered for a second, which was all the time those people needed to reach him.
A powerful hand clamped down on his shoulder, forcing him to bend his upper body low. A groan slipped out of He Juan’s lips as the abrupt movement tugged on the fresh wound on his chest, causing it to oozemore blood, but worse than that... the other person’s hand... it was pressing down on his gland!
In an instant, He Juan saw red and the pain coursing through his body was eclipsed by an overwhelming fury. The chains clinked noisily as he delivered a swift kick to the man holding him down, sending him crashing to the opposite wall!
"How dare you!" He roared in a fit of anger, his eyes bloodshot and chest heaving rapidly.
If there was one thing Alphas couldn’t stand the most, it was other people touching their gland, for it would be seen as an utter provocation and desire to fight. And He Juan was no exception to that. Since he was little, since he manifested as a superior Alpha, no one had touched his gland – no one had dared to. They knew better than to provoke his ire.
Blood was trickling out of his newly stitched wound, having been torn open by the sudden maneuver. Even then, He Juan did not seem to care as he asked Luo Xuan with an incredulous laugh, "Is this what you’re going to do? Humiliate me?" His body shook with the force of his anger and uncontrollable pheromones surged out of his body, incapacitating anyone who attempted to get close. "Do you think I will stay still and allow you to do whatever you want?!"
Luo Xuan’s expression remained unperturbed as though he had expected that He Juan would react like this. The only sign that he was affected by the onslaught of He Juan’s violent pheromones was the slight tremble on his fingertips when he retrieved a mask and put it over his face, drawing a sharp inhale. "Proceed as planned," he ordered coldly.
A quick glance behind told He Juan that the others were also taking out their own masks to shield themselves from He Juan’s overpowering pheromones. Damn it!
Upon seeing those people advance on him yet again, He Juan snarled, his expression ferocious. "Take one more step, and I will kill you."
The ruthlessness and fury in his eyes showed that he was dead serious. He would really tear them to shreds if they were to approach his gland again. The oppressive aura of a superior Alpha pervaded every nook and cranny of the room, weighing down on the men despite the masks covering their faces. They hesitated, faltering slightly in the face of such power, but a single glance from Luo Xuan hardened their resolve. They gritted their teeth and disregarded the risk, pouncing on He Juan!
Despite the low pressure He Juan exuded, despite the warning he had just uttered, both of his hands were bound, after all. He could only fight back with his legs, but all the struggle ended up exacerbating his injuries, soaking the bandages in a pool of shocking crimson.
Ultimately, it was a blow to the back of He Juan’s head that sent his knees crashing to the floor with a resounding thud.
He gasped, his vision blurring for a second. Loud ringing echoed in his ears and blood surged in his throat. It was not until now that he realized how he had not gotten a check-up since the accident in Wunan Road. He had been certain that he had suffered a minor concussion, but the subsequent events did not give him a chance to catch his breath and he ended up throwing this matter to the back of his mind. And now, this single blow had managed to knock him unconscious for a brief moment, because when he came to, he found that three people were holding him down, rendering him completely incapable of moving.
Luo Xuan’s voice echoed, sounding a little fuzzy and distant, "Give him the drug. Not too much, just enough to strip him of his strength. I want him to feel every bit of pain and torment for what he will go through later."
What?
He Juan had not even fully processed those words when the sudden jab of sharp needle into his arm shocked him down to his core. His eyes widened in alarm as he felt the cold liquid seeping into his veins. A guttural roar escaped his lips, directed at Luo Xuan, "What did you inject into me?!!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
Although he had dealt with countless drugs over the course of years in the underworld, he had never partaken in them himself. The mere notion of giving it a try never even crossed his mind. But now...
The effect of the drug was almost instantaneous. As if someone had sucked his energy out of his body, he felt his limbs weakening, his struggle ceasing to mere twitches, and his tense muscles relaxing despite the thunderous fury coursing through him. He could barely lift his head, his gaze fixated on the bloody floor before him as large beads of sweat cascaded down his body.
Damn it, damn it, damn it! Move, He Juan! You have to move!
Alas, his body no longer obeyed his command, and sensing this, the masked men finally let go of him and stepped back with audible sighs of relief.
Luo Xuan’s shoes entered his line of sight and his chin was forcibly lifted. Even then, He Juan’s glare remained intense, his mind and will unyielding. "Do not worry," Luo Xuan reassured him, though it did nothing to abate He Juan’s seething rage at all. "It has no long-term effects aside from making you feel weak for a while."
His fingers moved to peel He Juan’s lips apart, and despite He Juan’s desperate resistance, the omega managed to stuff a piece of cloth into his mouth.
"Start," Luo Xuan instructed.
Following those words, He Juan felt the cold press of something soft and wet – cotton, he realized – against his back. The pungent scent of alcohol assaulted his nose and the bandages around his body were carefully cut apart, revealing his bare upper body that glistened with sweat and blood. The gash on his chest looked even more horrific this way, looking as if a massive worm had burrowed deep into his body, ravaging his once perfectly sculpted chest.
He Juan’s pupils shrank, his breath stuttering as he had a sudden inkling of what Luo Xuan was planning to do to him. He snapped his gaze to the omega’s face, his throat emitting muffled ’mmp-mhh!’ sounds, his expression contorted in the mixture of sheer incredulity and anger.
In response, Luo Xuan showed a wintry smile. "The dragon has turned his blade to the person he’s supposed to protect," he said. "It’s only right for half of his wings to be cut off as a punishment."
And the next instant, He Juan felt a searing pain on his upper left shoulder as the scalpel cut into his flesh.
