Obsessed with a High-Ranking Esper (BL)-Chapter 213: Lord Leung’s downfall

Jian Ci had watched it happen too many times. Yu Xi was charming and affectionate until the moment something shifted. Just one misstep, one wrong word, and a flicker of disinterest was all it took for it to be over. Yu Xi didn’t drag things out either. He cut clean and Caelus was teetering at the edge.

And Jian Ci, for all his teasing, couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person would it take to lock Yu Xi down for good? To make him stay. To make him look at no one else.

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The hallway was dim and cold, the kind of sterile chill that clung to skin and made footsteps echo like accusations. Yu Xi moved quickly, his academy uniform still crisp despite the hour, boots striking the floor in sharp, purposeful strides. His jaw was tight, eyes unreadable.

He reached the door at the end of the corridor and tapped the panel. It slid open with a low whoosh, revealing a room thick with tension.

Inside, Jian Rui stood like a storm in the aftermath disheveled and dangerous. His usually immaculate hair was tousled, his tie loosened and hanging around his neck like a noose undone. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and his knuckles were smeared with blood, some of it drying, some still fresh.

Jian Wei sat on the edge of a desk, legs crossed, arms folded, looking as relaxed as if he were watching a late-night drama. His expression was unreadable, but his presence was steady, like this was nothing new.

Jian Rui normally looked like an upright gentleman who couldn’t hurt a fly but that was a facade. He was ruthless when he needed to be.

And Lord Leung, slumped in the chair across from him, looked like he had been on the receiving end of it. His face was a ruin of bruises and swelling, one eye nearly shut, blood crusted at the corner of his mouth.

On the far side of the room, Stannis sat wringing his hands, his leg bouncing with nervous energy. He wasn’t looking at Lord Leung. His eyes were fixed on Jian Rui, wide with worry. Not for the man bleeding in the chair, but for the one who’d put him there.

Yu Xi stepped inside, the door hissing shut behind him. "Why is he here?"

Jian Rui didn’t answer immediately. He turned instead to Stannis, fingers working at the knot of his tie. He pulled it loose with a slow, practiced motion, and Stannis’s breath hitched. The movement was ordinary, mundane, even but in Jian Rui’s hands, it was something else. It was... seductive.

Stannis’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He looked like he didn’t know where to put his hands, his feet, or his thoughts.

Jian Rui tossed the tie at him. Stannis caught it on reflex.

"He insisted," Jian Rui said, voice low and even.

Yu Xi didn’t respond. He walked past them, over to Lord Leung, and crouched to meet his eye. The man flinched, bloodied lips parting as if to speak but only a wet gurgle came out, followed by a slow drip of congealed blood down his chin.

Yu Xi’s expression twisted into something colder than disdain. "Is he talking?"

Jian Wei answered without looking up. "He did a lot of talking," he said, voice dry. "Just not what you want to know."

Yu Xi exhaled through his nose, gaze still locked on the wreck of a man before him. He finally said, "Then we keep going." The air in the room dropped several degrees.

His voice was quiet, but it carried a lot of weight. His aura shifted, no longer just cold, but menacing. The kind of presence that made the walls feel like they were closing in. He wasn’t just angry. He was calm and that made it worse.

He looked like the devil reincarnate. Eyes sharp and glacial, devoid of mercy, he stepped forward. Lord Leung, bloodied and slumped in the chair, flinched. Something in his expression cracked. He had thought Jian Rui was the monster elegant, brutal, and surgical in his violence but this boy... this boy looked like he would drag him to the deepest pit of hell and enjoy it.

Yu Xi shrugged off his school blazer and tossed it onto the chair with a flick of his wrist. The fabric landed in a soft heap, but the gesture was anything but gentle. He began rolling up his sleeves, revealing lean, toned forearms and a single bracelet that glinted under the sterile lights.

Lord Leung’s breath hitched. Yu Xi rolled his other sleeve, his movements unhurried. "I only have two questions for you," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Answer me honestly... or I will make this more painful than it needs to be."

It was too calm. The kind of calm that came before a storm leveled a city.

Lord Leung’s voice cracked. "I, I told you everything I fucking know!"

Yu Xi didn’t respond. His fingers hovered above the table, brushing over the array of tools laid out like surgical instruments. Lord Leung’s eyes followed every twitch of his hand, trembling.

Yu Xi passed over the plasma baton and Lord Leung exhaled in relief.

Then Yu Xi’s fingers moved back, slow, deliberate, and curled around it.

"This will do for now," he said, spinning the baton once in his hand, the hum of its charge rising.

Lord Leung screamed. He cursed, thrashed, begged for help, his voice raw and panicked.

Jian Wei groaned, rubbing his ear. "Shut the fuck up. No one can hear you scream, you dumb fuck."

Yu Xi tilted his head, then said softly, "I will shut him up for you."

He reached for a small device on the table. It was sleek, metallic and spider-like. He pressed it to Lord Leung’s mouth. It activated instantly, spreading across his face in a seamless seal, silencing him in an instant. The man’s eyes bulged in terror, muffled screams vibrating behind the barrier.

Yu Xi stepped back, baton still humming in his hand, and looked down at him with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Now," he said, "let’s begin."

The plasma baton hissed to life in Yu Xi’s hand, its core glowing with a volatile blue-white charge. Without hesitation, he pressed it against the side of Lord Leung’s neck.

The effect was immediate. The bloodied man convulsed violently, his body arching against the restraints as the plasma surged through him. Cracks spiderwebbed across his skin, glowing faintly as if the energy was trying to tear him apart from the inside. His eyes rolled back, and a strangled, muffled scream vibrated behind the mouth-seal.

Yu Xi didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Not when the memories came flooding back, of the dark cells, the stench of rot and fear, the sound of children crying in the dark.

Not when he saw his mother’s face, her eyes wide with terror, her throat slit before he could even scream. And this man, this monster was helping facilitate this torture by supplying these labs.

So Yu Xi pressed harder. He wanted Lord Leung to feel it. He wanted him to feel the pain, the helplessness and the rage that had lived in his bones ever since.