Chapter 2561: Dear Detective Mr. 13

The victor's privilege is to enjoy the defeated's exhausted body, with his anger as seasoning.

Alrek never imagined he would end up in such a situation.

He clenched his teeth, let out a suppressed roar from deep in his throat, and struggled even more fiercely.

This feeling of being completely controlled made him extremely irritable, especially when facing this mysterious guy who repeatedly provoked him.

However, his struggle only pleased the other party.

His unyielding will only aroused the desire to control him even more.

Jin Chen's gloved hand reached over from behind.

Alrek tilted his head to dodge, but his chin was lifted and his mouth opened.

Immediately, the fingertips pressed down on his tongue base with near brutality.

Alrek shuddered all over, and extreme humiliation-fueled rage surged to his head.

He tried to resist with his tongue, biting down hard with his teeth, but his resistance was futile and pathetic.

The intense feeling of suffocation made Alrek involuntarily gag dryly.

His green pupils suddenly contracted, involuntarily rolled upward, his eyelashes quivered rapidly, his vision blurred and flickered, and even his consciousness was momentarily torn away.

Too pathetic.

This utter helplessness under complete control felt very strange to Alrek.

For years, he had hardly ever encountered an opponent capable of putting him in such a state.

After realizing this, a strange, scalp-tingling feeling crawled up his spine.

This feeling made him want even more to kill the unseen black-clad man before him, in order to prolong this excitement.

Alrek tried to ignore the choked spot, gathered strength again, tensed his body, and attempted to break free.

He was defeated, unwilling, and angry about this lost battle.

"Don't let me know who you are!"

Alrek seized the moment when the opponent's fingers slightly loosened, squeezing out a hoarse curse, his words filthy and violent.

Jin Chen chuckled lowly, automatically ignoring his filthy words, feeling that this angry moan was more moving than any music.

He pressed against the fragile pulse throbbing at the side of the neck and bit down.

"I told you before, baby," Jin Chen's tone carried a wicked pleasure.

"My name is... Chen."

Jin Chen admired the flush of red from suffocation quickly rising on Alrek's cheeks, a very moving hue.

He was fascinated, placing several tiny kisses on the heated cheeks, pity and cruelty coexisting.

At the same time, he fully obeyed the rules of this dark game, punishing the loser.

Alrek could no longer maintain his stance,

he struggled uncomfortably in a posture of being completely used.

His resistant struggles only brought about even more crushing punishment, like the taming of a defeated foe.

Alrek's eyes kept rolling upward, gazing at the blurry ceiling in the darkness.

This battle went from evenly matched at the start to absolute domination now.

Alrek realized that tonight, no matter what, he could not defeat this pervert by force.

By day, he is stingy with giving others pity.

By night, he excels at control.

Yet within this day, he has been overturned by two utterly different ways.

Extreme, violent reversal, thereby obtaining a thrilling pleasure that makes the heart tremble and hangs on the brink of life and death.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +15, total 25!】

Jin Chen curled his lip, exerted force with his arm, and flipped the dazed Alrek over, pulling him face-first into his embrace.

A damp kiss fell upon Alrek's slightly parted lips.

"Baby," Jin Chen's voice was hoarse, wickedly teasing.

"You're impressive, aren't you."

All of Alrek's killing intent tonight was dissipated in a completely passive manner.

He leaned on Jin Chen's shoulder, gasping heavily, a faint sting in his neck.

Jin Chen gently wiped away the mess at the corner of his mouth with his damp fingertip.

The two leaned extremely close, their noses almost touching.

This overly intimate act, also filled with controlling intent, made Alrek feel his scalp tingle.

"You dare!" Alrek, unaware of what he sensed, suddenly glared angrily at the dark, blurry silhouette; even though he couldn't see the opponent's face, the fury in his eyes was about to become tangible.

"Next time," Jin Chen chuckled happily.

He lowered his head, and his warm lips landed on the skin over his left heart, leaving a mark.

Alrek's shirt had already been torn askew in the struggle, and Jin Chen methodically buttoned it up for him, one button at a time, as if tidying his own belongings.

"Next time, I'll come to enjoy something else."

After fastening the last button, Jin Chen released Alrek.

In an instant, he grabbed Alrek's fist that was coming for a sneak attack, brought his calloused hand to his mouth and bit down, overlapping the previous ligature marks.

"Have a pleasant night, Scarlet Gentleman." Jin Chen's voice returned to its magnetic low, "This is your……reward."

He shoved two metal medals into Alrek's palm.

Then, without giving Alrek time to react, Jin Chen pushed open a nearby dusty old window that had been sealed for ages.

The faint moonlight finally grudgingly fell into this darkness, outlining the slim, tall silhouette of a figure draped in a black cloak, hazy and unreal.

A'erruike stumbled a step in pursuit, seeing the man raise both hands, lazily retreat a few steps, then without hesitation lean back and tumble out the window.

It's the third floor!

A'erruike hurried to the window and leaned out to look down.

Below was a narrow, damp back alley stacked with miscellaneous junk, but empty of people.

The man had vanished without a trace.

"Crazy!" A'erruike gripped the window frame, muttering a curse under his breath; the dampness made him irritable.

A'erruike tugged at his collar, his face grim as he walked back into the light.

Dahuzi Luoke and the two others were waiting anxiously there; seeing him return, they visibly relaxed.

"Good heavens, where did you go chasing that guy? You all right?" Luoke examined his slightly disheveled hair and unusually flushed lips, asking with concern.

A'erruike waved a hand, indicating he was fine.

He opened his palm, and in the kerosene lamp light on the counter, he finally made out the two cold objects in his hand.

They were Griffin Medals!

A'erruike gripped them in shock, turned away to examine them closely: the Griffin Medal was their identification for infiltrating the Griffin Gang.

He and Luoke had spent half a year maneuvering in the black market, pouring vast sums, and only then managed to obtain a single one with difficulty.

This person…