Chapter 2579: Dear Detective Mr. 31

Beier'er City Dock District, an abandoned textile factory.

The terrifying Xinghong Shen Shi led his men in a fierce firefight with the defending Griffin Gang members, seizing the important documents and ledgers hidden in the factory's secret safe.

For a moment, neither side gained an absolute advantage.

Bullets struck the rusted machinery and brick walls, sending up sparks and debris.

A'erruike darted between cover, each shot from his revolver accompanied by a Griffin Gang member's agonized cry as they fell; his green eyes calmly swept through the smoke, looking for an opening.

Then, a new disturbance came from the factory entrance.

Another batch of Griffin Gang reinforcements had arrived!

A'erruike turned his head, saw the leader clearly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

It was him!

That guy who had provoked him several times, suppressed him, and even made him experience absurd delusions!

He actually was a member of the Griffin Gang!

The killing intent and indescribable complexity in his heart surged up together, the feeling of being deceived making him furious.

Damn it! A'erruike cursed in his heart.

Jin Chen took advantage of the chaos, unknowingly guiding A'erruike into the factory interior, to a room where discarded spindles and ragged cloth were piled.

"Bang!" The wooden door swayed shut behind them, slightly muffling the outside clamor.

A'erruike reacted extremely fast; the moment he landed, he broke free of his restraints, pointing his gun at Jin Chen.

"Who the hell are you!" he forced out through clenched teeth.

Jin Chen stood opposite him, slowly raising his hand; his fingertips rested on A'erruike's tightly gripped gun handle, the slightly trembling back of his hand, gently stroking.

"Calm down, baby."

He said it in a low voice, not even minding the slightly warm gun barrel pressing against his waist.

"I came here just for you."

A'erruike stared at him dead-eyed, breathing ragged, his eyes filled only with killing intent.

Meanwhile, Jin Chen happened to step back two steps; weak light streamed in through the broken window, illuminating a small area around the mask's brows and eyes.

A'erruike saw……

A pair of eyes.

In the light, clear as pure glacial water…… a sapphire-blue gaze.

An absurdly intense sense of familiarity left A'erruike frozen in place, his heart contracting violently and burning, making it impossible for him to breathe.

Absurd! This is too absurd!

He struggled to shake off Jin Chen's hand, but his wrist was locked tight; his fingertips went numb from overexertion, transmitting a near‑spasmic stabbing pain.

"Let me see!" A'erruike's voice suddenly dropped, suppressed to the extreme, a danger on the verge of explosion: "Take off your mask!"

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around A'erruike's slender waist, the hand gripping his wrist sliding upward to cover A'erruike's green eyes.

"Let go of me!"

"If you…… if you were him……"

A'erruike had never been this angry before, not even for a moment; he hated him so much his teeth itched.

Feelings of betrayal and the shame of being duped burned his reason.

"I will definitely kill you!"

"So angry?" Jin Chen's breath brushed close, his lips near A'erruike's ear, voice low: "Did you think I was a Griffin Gang plant sent to spy on you?"

His hand, covering A'erruike's eyes, tightened slightly, preventing escape; he lowered his head, touching the still‑trembling lips, and pressed a kiss that allowed no refusal.

A'erruike, fierce and venting his anger, bit down hard!

The taste of blood immediately spread between their lips and teeth.

Jin Chen winced from the pain, but did not pull back; instead, he deepened the kiss, sweeping away every trace of that bloody taste.

A'erruike panted raggedly, a fresh red stain on his lips, the fury in his green eyes blazing brighter.

"Listen to me," Jin Chen said, his voice hoarse yet steady, "I'll help you take over this textile mill and get what you want."

A'erruike snorted, his voice icy to the extreme, full of mockery and distrust.

"Why should I listen to the words of a Griffin Gang lackey with a shady background, hiding his head and tail?"

Jin Chen seemed to sigh.

The next second, he suddenly released the hand covering A'erruike's eyes.

The sudden influx of light made A'erruike instinctively squint.

The mask was removed; standing before him was no longer that mysterious, dangerous black‑clad Chen, but……

Xili'er.

That face, familiar beyond familiarity, always wearing a gentle smile or an innocent expression, now tilted its head slightly as it looked at him.

At the corner of his lips lingered the fresh blood from where he had just bitten him, his blue eyes clear to the bottom.

"Dear," Jin Chen said, "don't you believe me?"

A'erruike was utterly speechless, staring dead‑set at his face.

The most absurd guess had actually come true.

He raised his hot revolver again, the muzzle mercilessly slamming hard against Jin Chen's unguarded throat.

"I will kill you!" A'erruike's voice hoarse, near collapse with ferocity.

He repeated those words, as if only thus could he keep his crumbling defenses from falling.

Jin Chen, however, seemed oblivious to the deadly threat; he even tilted his head slightly, matching the gun's pressure, then lifted his hand, his fingertips lightly tracing A'erruike's taut cheek line downward, finally resting where his shirt collar gaped slightly.

There, over his heart.

There were also the faint red marks left from his sucking and biting last night, the skin slightly broken.

You already suspected this, didn't you, dear?

If it weren't me… would you allow someone to treat you like this? Allow someone to get this close to you, touch you, leave marks on you?

A'erruike: ……

His gaze was steady, yet he was stunned by these words.

Damn it.

He hasn't calmed down from the chaos, and standing here he's not a dead piece of wood!

Even with his identity completely exposed, he still dares to use this motion, pinching and kneading!

A'erruike's hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

He again noticed Jin Chen wanting to kiss him further, as if to hide his loss of control; he suddenly moved the gun barrel up, pressing it against Jin Chen's lips still bearing bloodstains, and threatened fiercely, his green eyes narrowing dangerously: "Try kissing me again recklessly!"

Jin Chen stared at him, the provocative smile in his eyes deepening further, captivating.

He slightly opened his mouth, staring at A'erruike, his tongue lightly grazing the revolver's muzzle; under A'erruike's dangerous yet astonished gaze, he slowly took that small bit into his mouth.

A'erruike's pupils contracted, his throat convulsed uncontrollably, his breathing grew heavy, his fingers gripping the gun handle tensed excessively, yet he dared not pull the trigger, his throat dry and aching.

Who… exactly are you?

He heard his own hoarse voice ask the question, but his eyes could not drift from the lips holding the gun barrel, which looked especially sensual and dangerous.

Jin Chen looked at him with a smiling brow and eyes, effortlessly raised his hand, and with skill relieved him of the gun that had lost its threat.

He lowered his head and once again pressed his lips to A'erruike's trembling corner of the mouth.

Chen. I told you this before, don't you remember?

That… Xilier… A'erruike's voice was dry.

Of course it's me too. Jin Chen spoke against his lips, each word a light peck.

Dear, you should feel delighted, shouldn't you?

A'erruike: ……

He fell silent for a moment, struggling to control his disordered breathing and heartbeat.

The controlling, powerfully intense "Chen," and the pure, clingy "Xilier" who seemed to need his protection.

…Two utterly different shadows slowly overlapped in his mind, converging into the man before him who smiled like a cunning fox.

Absurd, chaotic, yet… strangely acceptable.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 50!】