Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)-Chapter 532: I Feel Disgusted
"Are you stupid?!" Jia Molei seized He Juan’s collar, unable to help himself. His chest heaved in anger as he glared daggers at the man, wishing that he could throttle some sense into the man. "Do you have a fucking death wish or something?!"
His roar reverberated across the open clearing, attracting the gazes of passersby and the security guards alike. Seeing that, Chen Youzhi snapped out of his stupor and quickly grabbed Jia Molei’s wrist, muttering, "Let’s talk somewhere else."
Jia Molei released his grip with a dark face and slipped into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Are you okay, Boss?" Chen Youzhi asked with concern when he detected the faintest grimace on He Juan’s face which he couldn’t conceal entirely.
Nodding, He Juan threw his cigarette butt to the nearby trash can and patted Chen Youzhi’s shoulder, "Let’s go."
The two of them entered the car, with He Juan occupying the back seat. The atmosphere remained tense as Jia Molei wordlessly initiated the car’s engine and drove out of the parking lot. Chen Youzhi glanced at the two men who were in a silent war with each other, before he let out a sigh and resigned himself to be the mediator, "Boss, are you serious when you asked to..." he trailed off, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.
But He Juan understood it nonetheless. "I am," he replied quietly.
"No shit," Jia Molei sneered. "You’d be dead by the time I finish with you. Haven’t you gone through it once? Don’t you know how fucking dangerous it is?!"
He Juan remained unfazed by the doctor’s emotional outbursts. "I know," he responded in the same flat tone that only fueled the burning rage in Jia Molei’s chest. "It’s exactly because I have gone through it once that I know."
"Then why the fuck did you—"
"I feel disgusted."
Jia Molei and Chen Youzhi instantly froze when they heard those words coming out of He Juan’s mouth. However, it was as if He Juan did not notice their reaction, as he continued to say, "I’m disgusted by my own body that carried his mark. I can’t even stand the thought of having this tattoo on my skin for one more second. If my recovery had been quicker, I would have requested you to do it last night."
That’s right, the favor He Juan sought from Jia Molei was the removal of the tattoo on his back.
The black dragon tattoo that signified Xuanlong could only be engraved on Luo Xuan’s most trusted subordinates, namely his right–hand and left-hand men – Ku Jin, the Master Manipulator, and XIU, the Shield and Protector. It was a tattoo created from a special material, making it irremovable once the ink had penetrated the skin, as it gave an auspicious meaning of unwavering and everlasting loyalty.
But now, He Juan only wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
Luo Xuan had already demanded half of the tattoo to be removed, so why couldn’t He Juan do the rest? He was not lying when he said that he was disgusted. When he thought of how this tattoo would forever stick to him, and how it would always remind him of the loyalty he had once sworn, it filled him with utter revulsion. He couldn’t wait for it to be removed once and for all, especially after... He Xie’s accident.
He could have asked Jia Molei to give him anesthesia and operated on him while unconscious, but no. He Juan chose to endure it in a lucid state, just like how he had with the other half.
He needed this pain. He needed to remember it, he needed to have it engraved into his flesh, soul and bones. So that he could never forget his sins for as long as he’s still breathing, and even when he got to the afterlife later.
And that’s the exact reason why Jia Molei was so furious with him.
The doctor tightened his grip on the wheel, seething, "Did I or did I not just tell you not to do anything stupid?!"
"I appreciate your concern, Doctor Jia," He Juan finally mustered the faintest smile on his face as he locked eyes with Jia Molei through the rearview mirror. "But you don’t need to worry, I have my own reason for doing this, and most importantly, I will not die. This is something I must do, so I’d have to trouble you to assist me."
"Son of a bitch," Jia Molei sneered at him mockingly. "Why do you act like you’re so sure I’m going to help you?"
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"I’m going to start," the doctor declared with a deadpan tone as he snapped his rubber gloves on, his voice somewhat muffled due to the mask.
He Juan sat cross-legged on the bed while topless, both wrists cuffed to the railing, mouth stuffed with a piece of cloth, long hair tied into a messy bun on top of his head. He tilted his head slightly and nodded to express his approval.
Hovering on the side was Chen Youzhi, who had a somber look on his face. Aside from being Jia Molei’s assistant for this insane operation, he was to hold He Juan down if the man decided to break free from the cuffs and go on a mad rampage in the middle.
Jia Molei’s feelings were extremely complicated as he stared at the mangled canvas of He Juan’s back, particularly the once-majestic dragon, now crippled and forlorn, its gaze seemingly fixed on him. He had seen He Juan’s full tattoo a few times before, and every single time it had never failed to amaze him for how lifelike and vivid the artwork was. Coiled around a katana in a protective stance, the dragon truly looked as if it could soar through the sky, the length of its body vigorous and powerful. Yet right now, there was nothing awe-inspiring about it at all. Instead, it looked... pathetic.
"Are you sure you want to proceed?" Jia Molei asked for the last time. "I can administer a little anesthesia for you to numb the pain."
He Juan shook his head firmly.
Stubborn bastard, Jia Molei cursed inwardly. He let out an exasperated huff before saying, "Fine. Don’t come crying to me if it hurts."
He grabbed his scalpel, determined to finish this within the shortest time possible. It was not like he had not done this before. He had led a few interrogation sessions that involved inflicting as much pain as possible to the enemies, and one of them was peeling the skin off their flesh. Hell, it might even be one of his favorite moments, for it was then that many of their adversaries broke down. They simply could not withstand the excruciating agony.
And yet, Jia Molei found his fingertips trembling when he made the first cut above He Juan’s shoulder blade, and the body before him shuddered in response to the searing pain.
Gritting his teeth, he hardened his heart and steeled himself to continue. The faster he completed this procedure, the better.
In the first minute, cold sweat broke out all over He Juan’s skin. After five minutes, his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, causing the cuffs to rattle against the metal railing. By the ten-minute mark, a muffled groan was wrenched out of He Juan’s throat. It was the first sound He Juan made since they started. It sounded raw, agonizing, as though... as though he was crying.
Large beads of sweat rolled down Jia Molei’s temples, and Chen Youzhi swiftly wiped it off for him before they could get into his eyes. "Fucking bastard..." he cursed, his voice shaking. Even then, his hands remained firm and steady as they worked fast. "I don’t ever want to operate on you again. I will ditch you on the side road and watch you bleed to your death, you goddamn Alpha."
A quiet huff escaped He Juan’s lips, and this time it was clear that he was laughing. The sound echoed somewhat strangely in the room now filled with the stench of blood, staining Jia Molei’s surgical scrubs.
Why did he agree to do this again? Jia Molei wondered tiredly as he reached the halfway mark. Water must have seeped into his brain for him to give in to this bastard’s whimsical ideas. Alas, there was no room for regret, and he could only finish what he had started.
Twenty minutes in, He Juan had already been reduced into a twitching and shuddering mess, and Jia Molei was unsure whether he was still conscious or not. Regardless of that, he still shot his mouth off and threw out all the profanities in his vocabulary.
In the end, it took forty grueling minutes for Jia Molei to finish. He felt as if this was the most exhausting operation he’d ever done his whole life.
Without waiting to check He Juan’s condition, Jia Molei reached for the syringe and administered the anesthetic into He Juan’s veins. Less than five seconds later, He Juan succumbed to the merciful darkness. Together with Chen Youzhi, they released He Juan’s wrists – which had turned all bruised and bloody – and began the process of disinfecting his wounds.
The sun was high up in the sky when they stepped out of the sterile room and collapsed on the living room couch, sharing a quick smoke together.
"What do you think that guy will do after this?" Jia Molei asked, breaking the silence.
It was unfortunate that Chen Youzhi was none the wiser. "Beats me."
A heavy sigh escaped Jia Molei’s lips as he tilted his head and stared at the billow of smoke that drifted in the air. What a fucking mess, He thought. Let’s hope that this is enough to paralyze him for a few days on the bed and spare me from a headache.
But why did he have a strong hunch that an even greater headache was waiting for him in the future?
