After He Mistook Me for My Twin Brother - Chapter 5

I slid into my men’s car, pressed a hand over my right knee, and leaned back with my eyes closed, enduring the pain.

Ninth Uncle, whom Song Chongli had sent to supervise me, watched through the rearview mirror.

“Xie Yi, when did you make friends in Bianhai?”

The Bianhai operation was the linchpin of Song Chongli’s plans. If Uncle Stone, who had overseen this territory, had not died two months earlier—leaving Song Chongli with no one else to use—the job would never have fallen to me.

But he clearly did not trust me. Ninth Uncle was the pair of eyes he had planted by my side.

Without opening mine, I smiled suggestively. “Just a friend from bed.”

“We hadn’t seen each other for a few months, so he came to catch up. You know me. I’ve never been able to refuse a beautiful baby.”

Ninth Uncle’s gloomy gaze settled on my neck. A red mark from Pei Yi’s gun stood out against the snow-white skin, vivid as a crimson plum blossom in snow—lewd and ostentatious.

“Master Song did not send you to Bianhai to play with men.”

“You should settle down. Was the lesson he taught you for letting someone escape eight years ago not enough?”

“Will it take breaking both your legs before you learn what you should and should not do?”

He had gone too far.

Eight years ago, Song Chongli had broken my right leg as punishment for letting Pei Yi escape. Fearing Pei Yi would lead the police into the mountains, the ring relocated overnight.

My leg received no treatment during the frantic journey, leaving me disabled for life.

I loved beautiful things. I dressed myself every day to look wanton and dashing. Naturally, I could not accept such a terrible flaw in my own body.

Everyone knew my leg was not to be mentioned, yet this old bastard deliberately stabbed at the wound to provoke me.

I opened my eyes and met Ninth Uncle’s gaze in the mirror, ice gathering in mine. After a long moment, I suddenly smiled.

“Even Song Chongli doesn’t meddle in my bed, yet you’re awfully attentive, Ninth Uncle.”

“From now on, should I report whom I fuck and what position we use?”

Ninth Uncle quickly looked away. I caught the poorly concealed fear in his eyes.

He was afraid of me.

Or rather, most people in the mob were afraid of me, because as far as they knew, I had killed a great many people.

Eight years ago, deep in the mountains of southern Yunnan, the ring needed to relocate quickly. They ordered every abducted child who had not yet been sold to be buried alive behind the mountain.

As the person responsible for Pei Yi’s escape, I was inevitably made the executioner.

A gun pressed against the back of my head. A long shovel was shoved into my hands. Song Chongli sat in an armchair, watching me with a gentle smile.

“I broke one of your legs as punishment for violating my rules.”

“Xie Yi, you are very clever. No one has escaped from me in many years.”

“You think you did a good deed, don’t you?”

“Look at them. If you hadn’t let that child go, at least they could have lived.”

“But now, because of you, they can only die.”

“Do it. Don’t disappoint me again.”

That was why Song Chongli distrusted me yet insisted on using me.

I was a vicious dog held by his chain—liable to bite my master, but also the most useful kind.