Boss

"I slept for a day and a night, should I have enough sleep? Boss, I don't want to wait anymore, haven't you heard someone say it? Waiting is the first old age, and I waited for you for four years, until I almost didn't go there several times Seeing the coffin! I finally waited for you, don’t sleep anymore, okay, wake up and be with me, okay..."

Mouth chattering non-stop, Song Xunhua still held Guan Rongyun's hands as if he was holding a treasure, gently held one of his fingers, put it on his lips and kissed it...

Then he vigorously bent that finger toward the back of his hand, making the sound of bones breaking...

Boss, I know you are a person who is afraid of pain.

But do you know that I am also afraid of pain?

Do you know the pain of being pushed into a pit of fire by someone you deeply love...

But it hurts thousands of times more painful than this, do you know that?

When Guan Rongyun was eight years old, he was diagnosed with hypersensitive nerves for the first time by a doctor.

Originally, he was not a child who loves to cry and fight, and the memory of his infancy no longer exists, but since the memory, he has been a child who knows how to restrain his emotions.

Introverted by nature, coupled with no one to complain about, and no right to act like a baby, after suffering and pain, I can bear it as long as I can bear it. I can't bear it. I just find a place to cry secretly. , none of the adults around him noticed that this seemingly strong and taciturn child had any physical problems that were different from ordinary people.

Until he was eight years old, he shot the hand of a certain hall leader in the gang. It was his father's important right and left hand in his career, but it was a hand that always reached into his clothes when no one was looking. As a result, Guan Rongyun was hanged under a tree by his father and severely beaten.

It's not that he hasn't explained his motives to his father, but his father doesn't think that's enough of a motive.

"Aside from being touched a few times, what other skills do you have? What is your contribution to the Green Gang?"

Indeed, he was just a superfluous rice bug. Compared to the father at that time and the entire Green Gang, the hall master's hand did contribute much more than him.

The father, who was in a rage, beat his own flesh and blood but was not soft at all. He never cared or knew that his son had a pain sensation that was several times more sensitive than ordinary people. Blood is nothing new, but it was not what his old man expected when he was so painful that he went into shock and sent him to the hospital.

When he was eight years old, the doctor's diagnosis didn't keep him safe for the rest of his life or get a little more love from his father. What Guan Rongyun got from this faulty body was more contempt and contempt.

So he became more taciturn, put in more patience physically and psychologically, no longer exposed his weaknesses to the eyes of others, and climbed up with arduous steps. He is a strong but very hard-working mafia king.

Until he met Song Xunhua.

In front of Song Xunhua, he doesn't need to pretend that he is a superman who is not bad, and he doesn't need to hide his abnormal reaction to pain. He can work a little less... Sickness is sickness, pain is pain, even if he is afraid of cutting his nails. He didn't feel the need to hide it either.

In those beautiful phoenix eyes full of deep affection and care, many things cannot be hidden.

It doesn't matter if you expose your weakness to this person, right?

Creatures all over the world may harm themselves, even if it is a dog at the entrance of the alley or a mosquito flying from the sky, but only Song Xunhua will never.

Where did such a strong sense of trust come from...?

Thin beads of sweat emerged from Guan Rongyun's forehead and slid across his pale cheeks. He lowered his eyelids and looked at the broken finger, but his lips, which were the same pale color as his cheeks, were always tightly closed.

It seemed that he was calmly thinking about how to deal with the big crisis in front of him, but in fact, Guan Rongyun was so in pain that his mind went blank, and he couldn't speak a word.

"Boss, are you awake? Did you get enough sleep? Look at your face, it's almost whiter than the shirt you're wearing! Does it hurt? Fortunately, I chose the one that hurts the least? Look, this Only the most painful, then this and this..."

Song Xunhua lifted Guan Rongyun's body and sat on the edge of the bed, squatting aside, like a child offering treasures, spreading out his ten white jade fingers in front of Guan Rongyun, chattering endlessly, counting the pain sequence one by one, Analyzing the pain one by one, as if he had such a "finger pain notebook"...

The consciousness that was scattered by the severe pain came back to his head bit by bit, and his blurred vision began to become clear. He raised his head slowly, and the ten eyes of Song Xunhua were reflected in the eyes that were so painful that they were almost tearless. Dangling glaringly white fingers.

This picture seems familiar...

Forgot what year, month and day it was, Song Xunhua was frothing with excitement on his face, holding a notebook copied from a teacher who did not know where to go, and using his own fingers to explain to him the acupuncture points and massage points of each finger. The function is to persuade Boss Guan to donate his fingers for him to try out moves.

"Boss, I promise you that it won't hurt! It's also very good for your health! Please feel free to give me your precious catkin!"

In the end, did he agree?

He doesn't remember, but what Song Xunhua said, what Song Xunhua asked, he doesn't remember a time when he refused...

"Are you laughing, boss."

Song Xunhua stopped explaining with his fingers, stretched his hands forward, gently held Guan Rongyun's face, gently wiped off the cold sweat on his face with his warm palms, and then gently traced his slightly rising thin cheeks with his fingers. lip.

"Why are you laughing...? Oh, oh, so I made a mistake before... So, you actually like pain, right?"

"..." If I told Song Xunhua who was full of resentment in front of me, I just thought it was funny when I thought about how cute and interesting you used to be, would he kill himself on the spot?

"To tell you the truth, Boss, in the past four years, Xunhua has conducted in-depth research on pain, and can be regarded as one of the best pain experts in the world. He just missed getting a doctorate in pain! Boss, you also know that I am a hard-working pain expert. A good young man who studies and works hard! Especially for the boss, Xunhua is willing to learn and do anything..." Song Xunhua spoke softly, considerately and understandingly, and smiled coldly and bitterly.

Putting his hands away from Guan Rongyun's face, he pulled his shoulders and knocked him to the ground, stood up, and kicked Guan Rongyun's chest fiercely with his feet.

Guan Rongyun arched his body in pain, this kick was not light, it seemed that his entire breathing was paralyzed for nearly a minute, and he finally inhaled into his lungs in one breath, but it hurt like ten thousand needles.

He was almost out of breath, and he couldn't even calculate how many feet Song Xunhua kicked on his body. In short, the pain reached a certain level, and he was able to integrate it, and he couldn't distinguish the source of the pain...

Without giving him time to catch his breath, Song Xunhua bent down, grabbed the leftover rope on the floor beside him, passed through the gap between Guan Rongyun's elbow and knotted the original rope that tied his wrist, and tied the curled-up A shrimp-like body was roughly pulled to the foot of the bed and lifted up, tied to the bed frame above the foot of the bed, undid the belt around Guan Rongyun's waist and pulled it out, and with a "swish" it went to the place that had been untied before. The exposed chest swept over.

Guan Rongyun gritted his teeth tightly, but he didn't make a sound, his hands were hung high above his head, but his weak body sank, a layer of skin was worn off the wrist between the pulls, and the blood flowed along the wrist to the His arms and sleeves were covered with bloodstains that looked like red strings.

The smell of blood was both sweet and disgusting, which brought back many memories of Song Xunhua.

The sweet thing is that he remembered how Guan Rongyun tightly hugged himself covered in blood when he was shot in the past, holding his blood-stained hand, and refused to let go until the doctor came.

In a daze, he always thinks, maybe, just at this moment, maybe he is really that special, in this man's heart...

The disgusting thing is that Wang Weidong, the perverted leader of the front of the Red Gate, has embraced him who was abused by him so many times that he was covered in blood, and violated himself under the nourishment of blood.

Alas, one whip, how can it be enough?

Even if you, Guan Rongyun, are five times more sensitive to pain than me, at least you will have to use dozens of whips to make some sense. Those three days were hung on the edge of this bed to fuck, and three meals were eaten with a whip with sharp barbs. pain.

Guan Rongyun, I, Song Xunhua, is known as a pain expert, but I got it through out-and-out action research, using my own body, inch by inch, to figure it out deeply.

Song Xunhua turned the belt in his hand upside down, and used the end with the metal buckle to whip, chest, abdomen, arms, legs... Each whip was harder than the last, and the belt hit Guan Rongyun fiercely, but it seemed to be hitting Guan Rongyun. On my heart and flesh, the harder I exert, the more painful it becomes, and the more painful it becomes, the harder I exert myself.

Taking advantage of the pain in Guan Rongyun's body and the pain in his heart, he let out little by little the great grievances he had suffered in the past.At first, it was just red and swollen, and then there were streaks of bruising and black marks on the white body. The metal buckle seemed dull and heavy, but it seemed to be sticky. A whole piece of the skin was wiped off, and the wound without the protection of the skin was easily swept away by the belt, dripping with blood, turning inside out.

Guan Rongyun kept his head down and his lips closed all the time without making a sound, his eyes blurred by salty cold sweat, fixedly staring at the tiles under his feet, and the thin tile cracks were gradually being drawn along the soles of his feet. The red liquid that flowed down was full, like a channel, more like blood vessels extending from his painful body, taking away the blood in his body bit by bit, bringing his consciousness and pain together. flow away……

And Song Xunhua's eyes were also blood red.

Was it splashed by the blood spots on Guan Rongyun's body, or did it reflect the luster of the blood?

I'm afraid that the blood that has accumulated in his heart for four years has found an outlet and seeped out from the eyes that witnessed Guan Rongyun's blood-stained body.

"Boss..."

I don't know how long the fight lasted, until Song Xunhua's hands were sore from the beating, and Guan Rongyun's eyes closed again, Song Xunhua stopped his hands and stood there dumbfounded, the belt dripping with blood fell off his hand When it hit the floor, the sound of the metal buckle hitting the tile sounded like it was coming from far away.

At that moment, Song Xunhua realized that he was not in that bloody room, he was trapped in an unknown place far, far away.

"Boss, where are you...?"

The blood-stained hands stretched forward and groped, but the empty eyes could not see the person who was clearly close at hand.

One piece of blood red, one piece of pitch black, obviously it was dazzlingly red, but it spun and spun out a huge black vortex. He was trapped in a blood-red darkness, standing in front of the huge vortex, looking at his blood-stained hands. , starting from the hand and being devoured bit by bit.

"Come and save me, boss... where are you? Come and save me..."

Helplessly and terrified, he hugged his trembling body tightly, trying to prevent this body from being wiped out, but a bunch of hands stretched out from the whirlpool, some were black and some were red, pulling his face, his hair, His arms, his whole body, were grabbed by that slippery and disgusting hand, and pulled towards that whirlpool.

"Let go of me! Don't touch me, don't touch me! You pig! Dirty pig! Why do you touch me? Why do you? Only Guan Rongyun can touch my body, how can you! I'll kill you Gouged out your eyes! Cut off your dirty hands! Chopped up your fucking dick! I'm going to put you through hell!"

However, the man who had been cut to pieces by him with a watermelon knife was covered with pieces of viscera and meat, but he reassembled again and again, standing in the middle of the vortex with an obscene and sticky smile, breathing a stench of corruption In his mouth, he threw out a series of words as if throwing a knife: "It was your boss Guan Rongyun who sent you to me with his own hands. Let me think about what he said? Your existence threatens him, Qingfeng The hall does not need two strong men. On the road to the leader in the future, he will not allow any stones that can trip him up. But it seems that it is not very cost-effective to give you to me for nothing, so he asked me to negotiate a deal ..."

"If you like it, I will give it to you."

For a period of time, in order to torture his mind, that perverted Wang Weidong insisted on injecting him with a drug that made him sober when he was fucked and tortured until he was almost out of breath. Then, in front of him, he used a A video recorder repeatedly played the images recorded by the camera on the day of the private conversation.

"If you like it, I will give it to you."

Guan Rongyun's expression was calm and unwavering, as cold as the wind on the balcony at night in winter. The wind was really cold, and every time it blew, Song Xunhua, who was standing there drying Guan's clothes, was so cold that his bones felt astringent and his nose turned red.

"Give it to me, and it will be mine. From now on, how I treat him, even if I want to kill him, is none of your business."

"Can."

"what do you want?"

"The leader of the Green Gang."

Guan Rongyun said very lightly, but Wang Weidong is not an idiot, he knows that these four words are short and short, but the meaning behind it, how can it be so simple?

Although the gangs are hostile to each other, in fact, each other's ecology restrains or even interferes with each other. Guan Rongyun wants to climb up to the leader of the Green Gang, knowing that their internal affairs of the Green Gang have nothing to do with the Red Gate.But every move of the Red Gate, every decision and every action, whether it contributes to the flames or hinders it, has a deep impact in invisible places.

It is impossible for two gangs of such a size to play their own way. They are two trees planted together, rooted in the dark soil, taking each other's nutrients, expanding their branches, and growing on the ground. Competing above, but intertwined symbiosis underground.

Agreeing to Guan Rongyun's request means that he has to be trapped in many aspects.

Is Song Xunhua, who is so charmingly beautiful and powerful enough to make the head of the Qingfeng Hall of the Qing Gang jealous, worth the price he Wang Weidong paid for it?

"Okay, I agree. From now on..."

"Live or die."

Live or die.

In fact, the drugs that kept him awake were not needed at all.

Even if he closes his eyes, even if he is not conscious, Guan Rongyun's words, and his expression when he said these words, are like a poison that has penetrated into every cell of his body, and it does not break out for a moment.

Every time it happened, it killed him to death.

Song Xunhua killed Wang Weidong countless times in his dream, but he was also killed countless times by Guan Rongyun.

He will not come to save me.

And I'm already dead, who needs to save me?

The vortex in front of him, huge and deep black, gradually dissipated like sand and dust.

Only the red blood remained, the blood all over the ground, the blood all over the hands, and the blood all over Guan Rongyun's body.

The slender fingers brushed away the wet hair that stuck to Guan Rongyun's cheeks, and his tightly closed eyes showed that he was still resisting the pain so hard at the last moment of losing consciousness, but he was washed through by cold sweat and blood. It looked like a drowned corpse salvaged from the water, only the scars around the lips and a glaring redness remained on the pale face.

Song Xunhua held that face, smiling but not smiling, unable to tell whether it was resentment or infatuation, he leaned over his face and kissed Guan Rongyun's lips, the sweetness of blood spread, hot lips and tongue raged in the cold mouth, stirring vigorously He even used his teeth, gnawed more blood from his powerless lips and tongue, sucked Guan Rongyun so much that he was almost suffocated, and his survival instinct made him unconsciously turn his head to avoid Song Xunhua. The lips and teeth of his breathing passage also desperately want to push out the foreign matter in his mouth.

Song Xunhua didn't stop his actions as if he wanted to kiss the other party to death, he stretched out his hand to hold Guan Rongyun's back neck to restrain his weak resistance, and stretched out his other hand to Guan Rongyun's blood dripping chest. position, using nails and fingers to dig deeply into the bloody wound.

Guan Rongyun let out a low snort, and the eyes that were originally tightly closed suddenly opened, and then those pupils were so painful that they lost focus.

The severe pain once again pulled him back from the short escape, but he couldn't distinguish the chaotic head from north to south, how could he feel the deep pain and sorrow of the person who almost kissed his breath so clearly?

Guan Rongyun closed his eyes, stopped struggling, and relaxed his resisting lips. In the chaotic feeling that he was almost dying, he found a trace of sobriety.

Relying on the little bit of clear mind left, with the little strength left, he actually kissed Song Xunhua back and forth.

Is it bloody violence or deep-rooted lingering?

Is it love or hate?Sympathy or mockery?

Song Xunhua kissed deeper, and the fingers that were on the wound outside Guan Rongyun's heart also stirred deeper.

He really wanted to know what was in the heart of this man who "regardless of life and death" to him, his boss.

He really wanted to dig it out and take a closer look at it...

When Ai Ke met Song Xunhua for the first time, he had two thoughts in his mind:

This man is beautiful.

This man is very unfortunate.

He was shot in the shoulder and the waist. Although they were not fatal parts, the large amount of blood poured out was enough to kill him. The blood-soaked clothes and pants had long since lost their original color. His slender limbs were curled up and messy. The hair was stained with blood, and it was all stuck to that pale face... that beautiful and delicate face even with the dark and deathly atmosphere.

If he died like this, at least he was lucky.

It's just that, as the royal doctor of the Red Gate Gang leader, Ai Ke knew that this person might not be wiped out by such a wound so easily.

If you can't die, I'm afraid it's the beginning of the nightmare.

When Ai Ke saw Guan Rongyun for the first time, he also had two thoughts in his mind:

This man is ruthless.

This man is unscrupulous.

Discussing a person's life or death with such a deserted attitude, and the person who was traded was still a loyal subordinate who went through life and death for him to block bullets for him.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't even glance at the man who was lying on the ground beside him covered in blood and passed out with his eyes that were as still as still water.

The expression on Sven's face was not dull, calm and peaceful, but it gave off a feeling of lack of warmth.

Either this person is as deep as a sea of ​​scheming, or he doesn't even have a heart.

"Aike, heal him."

His former boss Wang Weidong gave an order, and Ai Ke carried the bloody man away without saying a word.

His medical skills are strong enough, otherwise Hongmen wouldn't have recruited him to become Hongmen's gang doctor with dozens of times the price of ordinary doctors.Red Gate’s equipment is also good enough. There are too many situations in the gang that cannot be seen clearly. Some gangs with a relatively large scale will prepare medical equipment and medicines for themselves. Therefore, the exclusive underground clinic of this gang is like a complete small hospital. .

But after all, Ai Ke is not a god. Miracle doctors only appear in martial arts novels. In real life, there are too many situations that he cannot handle alone. The mafia members with big and small cases on their backs will not have any complaints.

Otherwise, give your life to him, although he does not guarantee that you will be saved.

Or wait to die, or go to a hospital outside to face the ensuing judicial proceedings.

But he is sure that he can save the man who was shot. Even if he knows what kind of misfortune this man will face in the future, as long as his boss gives such an order, he will definitely save him.

As a member of the gang, he must be loyal to the boss of the gang. He realized this the moment he stepped into the red door. Once he entered, he lost his identity outside, and he would never go back. .

It's like white paper stained with black ink, how to make it white back?

So he is a doctor in a black robe, a doctor who is loyal to the gang and has no second words to the orders of the boss.

Since then, he, who had always been working at the Red Gate headquarters, had some changes in the time and place of his work.

Most of the time he stayed in this windowless mansion with his former boss Wang Weidong and his current boss Song Xunhua.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he has become Song Xunhua's attending doctor.

That gunshot wound was just the beginning.

After the gunshot wound healed, Wang Weidong couldn't wait to enjoy his booty, so almost every day, Ai Ke had to face Song Xunhua who was tossed to the point where he was not even half an inch intact except for that face. .

Wang Weidong's sexual orientation is different from ordinary men, and his sexual hobbies are also extremely different from ordinary people. There are a variety of props and tricks, and nine out of ten items dug from the torn backyard are Ai Kelian. It's unimaginable.

Therefore, in this house, Ai Ke has helped Wang Weidong deal with the corpses of young men who were tortured to death or found opportunities to commit suicide, which is also one of the contents of his high-paying job.

At the beginning, he thought that Song Xunhua would follow in the footsteps of those young men. Every time he was called by Wang Weidong, he always thought that maybe this time, what he had to deal with was Song Xunhua's body.

However, the deputy seat of the Qingfengtang of the Qing Gang is different from those men who were kidnapped and cheated to buy.

In the first few months, Song Xunhua never said any begging for mercy or crying.

Even when he was insane, Aike never heard any words of weakness from that mouth.

Even when he was so weak that he couldn't even move a finger, he never saw any surrender in those dark and bright eyes.

The toughness emanating from the depths of the soul makes this person's beauty even more dazzling, making Wang Weidong so obsessed with it that he can't extricate himself, and wants to bend that strong beauty, so Song Xunhua suffers from Aike The richest, longest and longest seen in this house...

But Wang Weidong was not willing to kill him in the end, even though he failed to see the weakness of this person as he wished.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

One time, Ai Ke asked casually while helping Song Xunhua to sew up the wounds on the base of his thighs.

"I will not die, I will get out of here."

The pain was so painful that even the lips trembled, and the voice sounded like a gossamer, but the tone was extremely firm.

It was as if there was some belief supporting him, and the broken body was framed as solidly as steel, and it would not collapse despite the wind and rain.

It will never collapse, at least that's what Aike felt at the time.

One day, Wang Weidong used all kinds of shotguns in his collection to fuck Song Xunhua's whole lower body with blood. The guns were changed one by one, and the blood was brought out from the torn wound almost by spraying and tied up with a towel The mouth and nose made a rapid whistling sound because they couldn't breathe enough air, and Song Xunhua's gasping sound gradually weakened due to the exhaustion and suffocation caused by excessive blood loss.

"Wake him up."

Wang Weidong turned his head suddenly, and said to Aike who was standing at the foot of the room.

Yes, standing in the scene full of obscenity and violence is also one of Aike's job contents.

His task is to remind his boss of the limits of human survivability at the right time, while satisfying his boss's perverted desire to be watched, and of course to deal with his boss's extra requirements for consultation and support.

Ai Ke uncovered the thick towel on Song Xunhua's face, then inserted the prepared injection syringe into his limp arm, and slowly put the normal situation that would not be used on normal people, let alone such weak people The medicine on his body was pushed into his veins.

Soon, Song Xunhua's eyes slowly opened, but his naked body was twitching in pain, and he collapsed on the carpet, the white wool carpet that had been soaked red by blood long ago.

Wang Weidong turned on the TV in a leisurely manner, put a prepared video tape into the machine, pressed play, then returned to the carpet, grabbed Song Xunhua's hair, and forced him to sit up, who was conscious but in pain, and forcefully Squeezing his chin, he turned his face towards the TV.

Aike originally thought that such a steel-like belief could not be shaken and would never collapse.

It turned out he was wrong.

The stronger and stronger, the more irreversible it is at the moment of collapse and disintegration.

Song Xunhua watched the repeatedly played clip again and again, the pain on his body seemed to be forgotten by him, he didn't twitch or shake, and the abnormal pupil dilation didn't know whether it was because of the side effects of the drug or because the shock was too strong , After a long time, he slowly turned his head and looked at Aike.

Ai Ke knew what Song Xunhua's silent gaze meant.

Wang Weidong can lie, but this gangster doctor in black robe speaks bluntly. He never jokes, never says comforting words, neither good nor bad, but he never lies.

Aike nodded, also silently, without saying a word.

He was present when Wang Weidong was negotiating with Guan Rongyun, and what was recorded in the video was indeed true.

Just nodding, Ai Ke saw the strength in those eyes and instantly shattered them.

Song Xunhua struggled to break away from Wang Weidong's hand, climbed to the TV screen with all his hands and feet, and gently caressed Guan Rongyun on the screen with his bloody fingernails that were pinched by torture tools two days ago. It's shocking...

Then he, who had never shed a single tear in the past few months, such a strong and resolute man, cried out on the spot, crying until his stomach turned backwards, and he vomited food, water, stomach acid, and blood while crying.