Shameless Gangster

Chapter 7A

However, Han Jia unexpectedly took him home, asked about his father in such an affectionate manner while being indifferent about him.

Jiang Xiaoning had no way of discerning whether the pain that plunged deep in his heart was hatred or sorrow—the enemy who stood before him now also had feelings and would eventually age. He had apologized and said that he was willing to compensate him, but he simply took out some money, thinking that it would completely settle everything. How strange, he was obviously not repressed or drugged again, but he still felt no dignity in front of this person.

The nightmares, the fear of people, the pain and the tears, all became heavier. He felt that he was insulted by the same person for the second time.

He overthrew Han Jia and used a cruel language to humiliate him, all the while, he maintained a violent and ruthless expression—all this was completely due to a single thought: he wanted revenge, he wanted Han Jia to taste the feelings of losing all his dignity, the isolation, and the helplessness.

So, when he finished that sentence, he placed his hand on Han Jia's waist and did not continue to move, however, his eyes were fixed on him.

Han Jia's expression was very strange. After a moment of confusion, he actually laughed.

With just a smile, his face revealed an ambiguous sense of enticement while the corners of his eyes simply exuded lust.

"Jiang Xiaoning," he whispered as his legs unexpectedly hooked with comfort around Jiang Xiaoning's waist. "It seems you quite like me. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Jiang Xiaoning was in complete disbelief as both his calmness and fierceness disappeared—nonetheless, the anger in his heart was more turbulent. He stared at Han Jia with eyes wide open before his hands moved away from his waist and toward his neck to choke him. "I, I going to kill you," he shouted, his eyes red with anger.

Han Jia grabbed his wrist and ignored his struggle. Then, he kissed the tip of his nose and teased with a smile. "So, you actually like this kind of play."

"You bastard! You son of a bitch!" Jiang Xiaoning shouted loudly as he struggled madly, and even his fist and feet greeted Han Jia mercilessly.

Although Han Jia's strength was more immense than his, he could not withstand an adolescent boy's deranged style of play. He resisted for a little while and then harshly shoved him away. That shove sent Jiang Xiaoning off the sofa and made him retreat two steps back before he landed on the coffee table.

Originally, there was a glass vase on the coffee table, but Jiang Xiaoning struck it to the ground, which created a crisp crash. What remained was the broken pieces that overtook their sight.

"Really!" Han Jia stood up slowly and arranged his underwear without care while smiling sweetly. "Do you have a temper? Do you immediately revolt the moment you're unhappy? It could obviously be resolved in a simple manner, why make it like this? Whether you want to hit me or do me, I can definitely cooperate with you. It's not like I have never done these kinds of things before. Many customers like to hit and fuck at the same time."

When he said the last sentence, his voice was low and relaxed, and his eyes were drawn with clear hints of sexual signals. The tip of his tongue actually came out and slowly passed over his lower lip.

Jiang Xiaoning did not know what his own expression was like at the moment, but Han Jia's expression stunned him.

He could not think too much. He only felt his anger flourishing, and his hatred of this person was more magnificent.

No wonder he is so unrestrained in the disregard of others' freedom and dignity—he has no dignity at all. Such a person can even humiliate himself, let alone humiliate others.