Shameless Gangster

Chapter 2A

Chapter 2A – See a tiger, burn incense and pray; see a rabbit, open fire

Translator: Sae

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Feeling uncomfortable in his dream, Han Jia unconsciously frowned. He opened his eyes only to see that a middle-aged man was lying at the side of his bed. He had a kind appearance, a slightly stout build, sideburns that had already gone gray, and hands that were sliding up and down Han Jia's thighs.

Seeing that Han Jia had awoken, the man smiled and went to kiss him.

Han Jia cleverly moved closer to receive his kiss while simultaneously lifting his legs and wrapping them around the man's waist, slowly rubbing it.

Once the kiss came to an end, the man breathlessly lied on top of Han Jia before stretching his hand out to feel Han Jia's chest. "You knew I was coming today, yet you still hid here to sleep?"

"I was too tired yesterday." Han Jia laughed lightly and started to slowly twist his waist. "You're the only one that spoils me and won't argue with me."

"You really know how to coax me." Pretending to be angry, the man stared at him and pressed his hand on Han Jia's leg. "Okay, okay, don't stir me up. Today, I can't mess with you back there..."

Han Jia's heart dropped, but on the surface, he simply smiled. "Why? Are you no longer good there, Bureau Chief Zhou?"

Hearing that, Zhou Guoshu merely laughed while wearing an expression as if he had just received a desired outcome. "Today, Shijie is back from a business trip. You... prepare well tonight..."

Han Jia hung his eyes down and sighed. "Really.[1] I thought you wanted to do it with me. You actually don't want me anymore."

"No, no!" Zhou Guoshu seemed extremely anxious as he raised his fingers and made a vow, then hugged Han Jia. "You know, Shijie only smiles when he sees you. I only have that son..."

"Look at you being all anxious. I didn't say I wasn't going." Han Jia hugged him while his fingers circled his shoulder. "But you have to remember, I'm doing it for you."

"I know, I know." Zhou Guoshu nodded repeatedly. After a while, he gripped Han Jia's hands and lowered his voice. "Since the back can't be touched, then use the front to serve me."

Han Jia looked at him, smiled and pushed him down. He licked the corner of his own lips with the tip of his tongue, looked down at Zhou Guoshu and then lowered his head.

Half an hour later, Zhou Guoshu contently turned over and put his clothes on. He leaned over, kissed Han Jia for a moment and walked out of the door without even glancing at Zhang Xueming,[2]who was waiting at the door.

After another ten minutes, Zhang Xueming entered in a slow-going manner.

The bed was in complete disorder and Han Jia was standing in front of a table with untidied clothes—staring at a glass of water, seemingly lost in his thoughts. When he heard Zhang Xueming, Han Jia turned around, raised his hand and swung the glass of water straight at him without hesitation.

Frightened, Zhang Xueming did not dare to make a single move. The glass made a loud 'clang' as it slammed on the wall about 30 centimeters away from his face. Zhang Xueming's shoulder and the side of his face were wet from the splashing water.

He looked at Han Jia and spoke with a somewhat trembling voice, "Han... Han Laoban..."

Contrariwise, Han Jia's voice was calm yet low with coldness. "What did I tell you?"