Chapter 274: The Imperial General Gets Forcibly Flirted With Again 02

Jin Chen used his authority to open the photon prison door.

He then saw Alex weakly leaning against the corner, his complexion sickly pallid, his crow‑feather‑like eyelashes drooping lightly, a pair of icy gold eyes staring sharply at him.

Even though he was imprisoned, dressed in prison garb and bound, Jin Chen could still see from Alex's eyes the composure and authority of a superior.

【Detected the world's plot villain, current Blackening Value 60, mission requirement: reduce Blackening Value to zero, change the villain's tragic ending.】

Alex was also sizing up Jin Chen.

"Alex, Imperial Marshal."

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, walked closer, about to say something, but suddenly saw the wound on his abdomen beginning to turn black, and his smile vanished instantly.

"Have you been poisoned?"

"If you're not blind." Alex, though weak, replied in a cold voice, his momentum unyielding.

"Fine, then I'll grudgingly take you back for proper treatment."

Jin Chen bent down, lifted the now‑powerless Alex into his arms, his action leaving no room for objection.

"What do you mean?" Alex, struggling, tugged at his wound, his face paling another shade; with his disheveled hair and the purplish‑red lips from the poison, he oddly looked a bit torture‑beautiful.

"You can't tell? Then I'll formally notify you—I've taken a liking to you, and now I'm bringing you home to keep you under house arrest."

Jin Chen strode out, his tone arrogant.

Alex: "……Sick."

He lowered his gaze, light flickering in the depths of his eyes, and finally stopped struggling.

Although I don't know what this Federal Marshal intends, I can use this chance to first detoxify the wound before making plans.

Moreover, he is the adopted son highly valued by the Federal President; if we could restrain him and use that as leverage, we might even be able to return to the Empire thereby.

Jacob, following behind Jin Chen, heard those words, stumbled in disbelief.

His Federal Lord—what on earth did he hear!

Jin Chen the Marshal has taken a liking to the Imperial General!

The guards were also stunned, hesitating for a while before blocking the way.

"Marshal… Major, this prisoner was brought back by Major Zuo Zhu of the Third Army Corps; he said he'd come for interrogation in two days."

Zuo Zhu, who in the original plot captured Alex and locked him up, did so solely because the core of the Third Army Corps had already colluded with the Empire and received a hint from the imperial family.

Jin Chen smirked, his eyes lascivious, "Is that so? Then let him come to the First Army Corps to demand his release—if he dares."

He strode away, and no one dared to stop him.

Although Jacob was still in shock, as an excellent aide he could still react promptly.

"Do as the commander says; if Major Zuo Zhu really took this to heart, he wouldn't have kept us waiting until now with no one showing up."

He extended an arm to block the guard, "Do you understand our commander's meaning?"

"Understood."

The guard immediately saluted, not daring to say he didn't understand.

After boarding the starship, this time Jacob wisely chose not to do a spatial jump; after all, although it's fast, the person now in the Marshal's embrace couldn't withstand the compression of a spatial jump—if anything happened…

Jacob glanced back at the one lounging on the sofa, but his gaze fell earnestly on that person—Marshal Jin Chen.

For the sake of his own skin, it's better to be safe.

"Contact Hol and have him standby at home."

"Will do, Commander."

Jacob opened his smart‑brain hub and sent a message to his close friend.

"——Come quickly to the residential area, bring all medical equipment you can! Extremely urgent!"

They replied shortly.

"——???"

Thanks to a subordinate's god‑like brain circuitry, when Jin Chen carried the person home, what he saw was top‑tier hospital‑grade equipment filling the entire bedroom.

Jin Chen: "……"

"Commander! Are you hurt? How serious is it?"

Hol, drenched in sweat, rushed out in a clean protective surgical gown, as if ready at any moment to gamble with the Grim Reaper in a life‑or‑death race.

Jacob took a deep breath and hastily covered his face, unwilling to look further.

Alex snorted, "You're still quite afraid of death."

"Half right," Jin Chen said, promptly laying him on the operating table and leaning in close: "I'm just afraid you'll die."

"Hol, detoxify."

"Ah…… ah ah, got it!"

Hol caught sight of Jacob's frantically blinking eyes, finally realized his mistake, put on protective goggles, and hurriedly began treatment.

"Space pirate venom."

He quickly came to a conclusion, his eyes turning grave.

"Should we inject anesthetic?"

This was directed at Alex, who was about to say he didn't need it, when Jin Chen's voice coldly cut in.

"What the hell are you asking? If you don't inject, do you want him to die in pain?"

Hol startled, instinctively already had the anesthetic in hand.

Alex resignedly closed his eyes.

"Um…… Commander, could you step out and wait? You standing here makes me nervous."

Jin Chen clicked his tongue, grabbed Jacob's collar, and walked out of the room.

The scanner glided over his body, the scalpel lifted out necrotic tissue; Alex lay on the operating table, able to clearly feel the sensation on the wound, yet felt no pain.

He stared at the dark-toned ceiling panel, a little dazed.

This feeling was still quite novel to him; since he could remember, he had been taught to endure, even enjoy pain, to forge the iron-blooded legion the Empire needed.

"Eh……"

Hol looked at the scan results, suddenly raised his head and glanced at him, "Have you been poisoned by anything else before?"

"What?"

Alex quickly came to, his expression instantly turning sharp, "What poison?"

"It's a controlling-type molecular toxin, but the dosage is small; it appears to be the result of long-term accumulation. Such toxins can usually be hidden in food or medicine, making them hard to detect."

Hol said, as if realizing something, he pressed his lips and added, "Although I don't know if it was accidental, I think you deserve to know."

"There are many kinds of controlling-type molecular toxins, but only the one in your body will merge with the space pirates' deadly poison, using your body as a host to evolve into a more virulent toxin; if our superiors had brought you back any later..."

"Your nerves would be affected, and from now on you probably couldn't operate a mecha."

"Over the years……"

That word struck like a heavy hammer, hitting Alex's heart, crushing it to a bloody pulp.

He couldn't help but recall his own accidental injury, and the resolute back of Vice Commander Steven withdrawing.

"Could it be not an accident, but intentional plotting?"

Although Alex's thoughts were now in disarray, he wouldn't suspect the Imperial legion just because of a few words from a Federation doctor; he merely nodded and finally asked.

"Can it be detoxified?"