The red warning lights continued to flash alternately on the obsidian walls, slicing the air in the secret chamber into a mottled pattern.
From the communicator, the secretary’s suppressed and panicked voice kept coming through: "……The Special Operations Bureau has brought the ‘Spirit Pressure Detector’ and has already passed the gate on the twenty-ninth floor! Director Shen, the search warrant was issued by the Aristocratic Family Union; the Legal Department can’t stop it—"
"Click."
Lu Xiao reached out and cut off the communication with extreme coldness.
The secret chamber once again fell into a suffocating dead silence.
"Put me…… down."
Shen Huai’an leaned against Lu Xiao’s shoulder, desperately trying to circulate the spiritual power that had just been melted within his body, but the numbness deep in his meridians—shifting from extreme cold to high heat—left his limbs as weak as sun-dried cotton and hemp. His eyes, which usually handed down death sentences, now showed a rare trace of profound embarrassment and ferocity.
"The search warrant……" Shen Huai’an’s voice was hoarse. His gold-rimmed glasses lay scattered aside, and his gaze refocused amid the chaos. "The Gu family knew my toxin would flare tonight…… This is a meticulously planned death trap."
Once the Special Operations Bureau stormed into this lounge and saw him in his current state—suit undone, legs weak, spiritual power raging out of control in his meridians—the secret of the "Cold Marrow Extreme Toxin" would no longer be hidden. At that point, the Aristocratic Family Union would have every reason to strip him of all authority as Shen Corporation’s CEO on grounds of "physical mutation and risk of loss of control," and even imprison him in the underground purgatory.
"Director Shen, in your current condition, you can’t even walk out of this secret chamber’s door."
Lu Xiao did not obey the order to put him down. Instead, he tightened his arms and lifted Shen Huai’an entirely off the obsidian platform.
Their bodies pressed together seamlessly once more. The violent and abundant pure Yang qi and blood within Lu Xiao continued to surge, radiating an alarming heat. Shen Huai’an’s cheek rested against Lu Xiao’s soaked black vest, his nose filled with the heavy hormonal scent of the man’s sweat mixed with blood and vitality.
"Take the emergency evacuation stairs at the back." Shen Huai’an gritted his teeth and grabbed Lu Xiao’s collar, his slender fingers trembling slightly from the force. "Go to the third basement level…… My private vehicle is there."
"Director Shen, the evacuation stairs are equipped with spiritual power scanning sensors." Lu Xiao lowered his head, his hawk-like dark eyes staring straight at the master whose breathing was in disarray. "Your body is currently filled with my pure Yang qi and blood rampaging through it. The moment we step out of this blast door, the spirit pressure meter will immediately sound the alarm."
Shen Huai’an’s pupils constricted.
The spirit pressure fluctuations caused by the violent annihilation of pure Yang qi and blood against the Cold Marrow Toxin inside his body would appear like a massive pillar of fire in the darkness before the instruments.
"Then what do you suggest?" Shen Huai’an asked coldly, his gaze once again icing over.
"There’s only one way, Director Shen."
Lu Xiao steadily carried him to the surveillance screen beside the blast door. On the screen, several elite guards in black Special Operations Bureau uniforms, holding heavy spirit pressure detectors, had already approached the door of the CEO’s lounge on the thirty-second floor.
Lu Xiao’s hand on Shen Huai’an’s waist exerted a little more force, unceremoniously sliding upward until his palm once again pressed against the tense vertebrae of Shen Huai’an’s back.
"Use my qi and blood to completely ‘seal’ your meridians." Lu Xiao leaned in close to his ear, his voice low like a temptation from hell. "Force your spiritual energy back to the deepest part of your dantian. To outsiders, you’ll appear as nothing more than a somewhat exhausted high-ranking plutocrat under the protection of powerful security."
Shen Huai’an’s expression turned extremely ugly in an instant.
"Sealing the meridians" meant handing over all his defenses and physiological control—100%—to the wild and untamed subordinate before him. During the sealing, he would completely lose the ability to cast any techniques, and his body and mind would become playthings in Lu Xiao’s hands.
"You dare to scheme against me……" Shen Huai’an’s eyes sank dangerously.
"It’s not a scheme, Director Shen." Lu Xiao’s lips curved into an extremely aggressive arc. His large hand traveled upward along the waistline and precisely pressed on the vital acupoint below Shen Huai’an’s heart. "It’s that you…… have no other choice right now."
From outside came the dull, heavy sound of the lounge’s outer door being violently breached.
"Bang!"
Time had completely run out.
Shen Huai’an closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling violently, and finally let out an extremely humiliated white breath, followed by a faint, almost compromising hoarse self-mockery:
"……Do it."
The instant he received the highest permission, the long-suppressed violent possessiveness in the depths of Lu Xiao’s eyes finally tore through its disguise completely.
He slammed Shen Huai’an against the alloy wall, giving the other no room to retreat. His long fingers roughly gripped Shen Huai’an’s chin, then he leaned down and forcefully poured the purest, hottest strand of pure Yang essence from his body into Shen Huai’an’s parched, spasming lips and deep meridians through an extremely intimate and domineering clash of qi and blood!
"Mmm—!"
Shen Huai’an’s eyes flew wide open. The scalding heat exploded like molten lava down his throat, instantly sweeping through every nerve in his body.
His meridians were forcibly suppressed and sealed by this powerful qi and blood. He lost all strength to resist and could only hang limply on Lu Xiao’s body, enduring this near-destructive forced disguise and domination.
A few seconds later, the password lock on the secret chamber’s blast door emitted a "beep beep" anomaly from external interference.
The Special Operations Bureau captain outside had already aimed his gun at the door crack.
Inside, Lu Xiao quickly draped his special operations coat—still carrying his own high body heat—over the leg-weakened, unfocused Shen Huai’an, shielding the once-arrogant Director Shen completely within his embrace and the shadow of privilege.
"Director Shen, hold on tight."
Lu Xiao let out a low chuckle, one hand firmly securing the soft, burning body in his arms, while the other drew the black blast pistol from his waist and aimed it at the emergency ventilation duct at the back of the secret chamber.