Capture the River

The force with which Mr. Gong bites Qin Chuan's earlobe is inversely proportional to the force with which he hits Qin Chuan, but there is no doubt that his flirting skills are directly proportional to his fighting skills. After all, Qin Chuan is not a real friend of women and has little experience.When Mr. Gong pinched the muscles of his side waist with one hand in varying severity, Qin Chuan's panting gradually became heavier.

Wait, where did Mr. Gong pinch him?

When Qin Chuan found out that Mr. Gong had loosened his restraint but still couldn't use his strength, he could hardly lift his arms.He thought for a while, then glared at Mr. Gong: "Is there a problem with the air conditioner?"

Mr. Gong generously admitted: "A little bit. But there are antagonists in the food and wine. It's a pity that Boss Qin is not hungry."

Qin Chuan: "..."

Mr. Gong got up, and didn't mind the various debris on his trouser legs. With a little effort, he picked up Qin Chuan, who was limp and weighed more than 70 kilograms, and held it in his arms. I've checked your buddy, but I didn't get a warning of the loss. However, until just now, Boss Qin kept in touch with the buddy. At present, it seems that Boss Qin is indeed the most suspected mastermind."

Qin Chuan was as angry as a silk: "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense."

Mr. Gong suddenly stopped, and looked at Qin Chuan thoughtfully: "You still have the strength to speak, it seems that the punishment I just gave you is not enough."

Qin Chuan: "...?"

This coercion is endless, isn't it?

Then Mr. Gong asked the bodyguard to deliver a muscle relaxant.

Qin Chuan saw the liquid pouring into his veins, unable to move his whole body, so he tried to make a final struggle with words: "Boss Gong, I am innocent."

However, Mr. Gong regarded this sentence as an invitation, and said happily: "I am willing to ruin your innocence."

Qin Chuan: "..."

He endured and endured, but no matter how well-trained he was, he couldn't hold back from cursing: "Damn it."

Mr. Gong kissed the sweat on his forehead pityingly: "Man, don't try to challenge my bottom line."

Qin Chuan: "..."

are you crazy!

……

Qin Chuan's red body was firmly fastened to the operating table by three restraint rings. His fractured right ankle was already splinted, and his entire right leg was suspended high by a metal ring.

Qin Chuan counted the time silently. About five hours had passed since he woke up. The shadowless lamp specially used for surgery lit up the room pale.The nerve paralyzing drugs were still flowing in the blood vessels, which affected his judgment of the room temperature, and he only felt cold.

Qin Chuan's line of sight was very narrow, only a blindingly white ceiling, the dome seemed to be going away in a trance, and a howling snow wind blew in the sky.

Beside him was an electroshock treatment device, probably the kind used by Thunder Dharma King Yang Yongxin. The top of the device flashed red light regularly, but the flashing color had no warmth, like blood splashed on ice.

Should he be grateful to Mr. Gong for his kindness to him, for not turning on the electric shock device all the time?

But as long as Qin Chuan lay down obediently, nothing would happen.

The effect of the anesthetic in Qin Chuan's body should have passed, but the muscle relaxant was probably newly administered, which made it difficult for him to raise his strength, but he took a short rest and tried to lift his arms and legs at the same time.

The inside of the restraint ring rotates slowly, and the soft spacer retreats, revealing a ferocious and cold metal conductive layer, which is tightly attached to Qin Chuan's wrist and ankle. The invisible current is like a stimulated Gu insect, densely and rapidly into the skin.

Obviously the contact area was only a few square centimeters, but Qin Chuan seemed to see thousands of electric arcs slipping into the skin, turning the plump cells into fly ash, destroying the muscles into scorched earth, making the bones sizzle, and then Invade the brain arbitrarily along the nerve center, and then irresistibly feed back all pain-sensing neurotransmitters from the brain to the body.

The small wounds on the back pierced by broken porcelain had been treated, but the muscles tensed when resisting the pain from the electric shock. Needless to say, those wounds must have burst open.

Ten thousand ants eat my heart, but that's all.

Cold sweat and traces of blood soaked the thin sheets on the operating bed. Qin Chuan closed his eyes and gasped hard, as if he had solved the colorful black spots that were the designer's ultimate problem.

Now he probably knows that if one of the restraint rings detects pressure from Qin Chuan, it will be tolerantly regarded as a false touch, unless the pressure is extremely high; only when two or three places are detected at the same time, the electric shock meter will start up.

The one surnamed Gong didn't seem to want to torture him, but only restrained and warned him.

During the time when he could barely stay awake, Qin Chuan imagined many times how he would react if that homosexual with a diseased brain raped him.

But he never had time to think about it.

Qin Chuan recovered from the aftermath of the electric shock when he heard footsteps.

Regular, calm, and the sound of high-quality cowhide soles stepping on marble tiles.

Mr. Gong came over, raised the upper part of the operating bed, and then sat down beside Qin Chuan's left leg.

Qin Chuan noticed that Mr. Gong's clothes had been changed all over his body, and he was wearing a three-piece high-end suit that was equivalent to his annual salary. He even wore a tie. The sapphire collar clip was shining brightly, making him tall and elegant. The hair is not messed up, the eyebrows are deep, the facial features are distinct, and the outline is sharp, but the corners of the lips are slightly raised, like a nobleman who has just attended an international summit-but this gentleman's lower body is holding up a tent.

Qin Chuan admired him from the bottom of his heart, and he still maintained a certain gentlemanly demeanor at this time.Mr. Gong can look down on him from a high position, but Mr. Gong not only did not, but put Qin Chuan at an angle that could barely be at the same level as him - although in this way, his right leg hanging high looks even more ridiculous. But Mr. Gong didn't seem to feel it at all.

Mr. Gong looked at Qin Chuan gently, sizing up his sweaty handsome face.Although Qin Chuan was not wearing anything, Mr. Gong only looked at Qin Chuan above his collarbone like a real gentleman, to show that this was an equal conversation: "Boss Qin, where is the relic?"

At that moment, a very strange thought crossed Qin Chuan's mind. He could feel that, at least at this moment, Mr. Gong did not have desires for himself as he had shown before or acted afterwards.When Mr. Gong asked this sentence, he was really just asking this sentence, without expectation or threat.

Qin Chuan's Adam's apple moved, but his vocal cords were like tapes that had been in disrepair or rusty gears, and he couldn't make a sound no matter what.

Qin Chuan clenched his teeth, trying to control his throat. From Mr. Gong's point of view, Qin Chuan's complexion was as pale as washed Junci, his eyelashes and bridge of nose cast slight shadows on his face, and his lips were as pale as rouge The residual color on the bottom of the box after use up.

Muscle relaxants depress the nerves, including the vocal organs.But Mr. Gong seemed to have forgotten this, staring at Qin Chuan, as if wondering why Qin Chuan didn't answer.

……

"Connecting 26-30 volts to the groin should help Boss Qin get excited."

Qin Chuan licked the small cuts in his mouth from the electric shock, and stabbed politely: "Boss Gong knows so well, he must have tried it before?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Gong nodded: "Yes, this data is based on the experiment on myself. Is Boss Qin interested in trying it?"

"..." Qin Chuan closed his eyes: "Boss Gong, although I don't know why you did this kind of experiment, I'm not interested in you or your suggestion."

Mr. Gong leaned over, his obsidian-like cold eyes reflected Qin Chuan's weak state like fish on a chopping board at the moment, and asked again: "Where is the relic?"

Qin Chuan sighed sincerely: "I don't know."

"Okay." Mr. Gong untied his tie: "I hope Boss Qin's lower mouth is as tight as the upper one."

As if to show fairness, Mr. Gong also took off all his clothes.Qin Chuan saw a large bruise on his shoulder, which was caused when he bumped the solid wooden chair away.

Mr. Gong's whole body is unbelievably white, all the muscle distribution is adjusted countless times by the sculptor, the chest and abdominal muscles are perfectly symmetrical, only the bruise and the erect thing of terrible size make him look like a living person.

……

A few drops of turbid liquid were splashed on Qin Chuan's waist.He can clearly feel that Mr. Gong is not happy, which makes him very confused.

Mr. Gong looked at Qin Chuan with a very strange and complicated gaze. After a while, he put his clean hand around Qin Chuan's waist to put his sweaty forehead hair behind his ear, and asked gently: "Boss Qin , I have a proposal. I'll have someone inject you with glucose, normal saline, and cerebroprotein hydrolyzate, and you can find a way to leave this room after you recover, but I won't let you in again, what do you think?"

Qin Chuan has no right to refuse, because Mr. Gong has already gently covered his mouth: "If there is no objection, I will assume that you agree."

Qin Chuan smelled the smell of basil leaves in Mr. Gong's hands through the pungent smell of disinfectant.

It was only later that Qin Chuan figured out that Mr. Gong looked at him with confusion and admiration, as well as a vague bloodthirsty.

It was like, he opened some secret lock and released a monster.