《Back to the beginning》
In the small alley where a densely populated slum is situated, a man in his twenties was begging for mercy. The tall built man stood infront of the guy almost like an expressionless pervert. But nobody would dare to say it out loud.
"Yibo , Yibo , forgive me. I beg you, forgive me, give me a chance , please." The man's identity was unknown. His face was covered in black and white dirt, with the sweat mixed in it looked utterly disgusting.
"I beg you, please. Don't kill me. I fall into your feet , please...please Yibo don't kill me." The man clasped his own hands together and bowed towards Yibo's feet.
At this time, Yibo moved. He sat down fiddling with the pockets of his pant. Finally finding what he wanted, he 'shhh'ed the crying man. But who can even stay calm while facing death.
On Yibo's palm laid a match box. He glanced at the man, "Are you praying? You think if you pray now, God will descend to help you?"
Taking out a match stick, he waved it infront of the man's eyes. "Keep praying then. I'll give you time until the whole stick is done burning. "
Yibo's eyes were cold and sharp which scared the sh*t out of the man. He was so scared that , he pulled himself up and hid under one of the table nearby.
Somewhere in this place, people should be celebrating something. The sound was getting louder and louder. Bending over , Yibo whispered "Time is up." He was about to reach out his hand to drag the man over.
All of a sudden, gunshot rang out. Yibo straightened up his back while looking back at the person who had the guts to pull the trigger on him. Within a second, his eyes focused on a boy that should reach his shoulder. He looked like he was not more than 18, quite young. His hands holding the gun was shaking so badly that none of the 3 shots scratched even his skin.
The man screamed, " Yibo , its my fault. My fault. Let me go , sorry, ah, I'm wrong."
Yibo avoided one more bullet as he grabbed the man's collar, dragged him out. He looked at the fire on the other side. There was a few abandoned furniture there, clothes , electric things, wooden furniture, plastic all piled up together. Previously it was him who set the fire while chatting 'casually'. Now it came handy.
"Here, letting you go." Yibo said with his deep voice with no emotional fluctuations. The man fell on the sea of fire.
That boy screamed, "brother!"
Oh ? His little brother? Their old mother was holding the young boy's hand so he will not be able to shoot , afraid that he would kill people. But she didn't expect to really lose her eldest son. She was stunned.
When Yibo strode over with murderous eyes, the boy was naturally scared silly. He ran back into another alley and opened the door of a room at the side. The alley was dirty and smelly. How could yibo let the boy hide ? He broke in and saw the boy crouching under the bed.
Dumbfounded, yibo thought, does this family have addiction to hide under some things or what. It won't help anyway.
He sat down with patience and pulled the hanging bed sheets aside to see the curled up boy. He was genuinely scared.
Yibo's hand stopped. A scene snapped up in his view.
A young boy, not more than 16 or 17, was crouching under the bed. His eyes were wide open. His hands wrapping around his knees . The arms weren't clean , whether it's dirt or cuts or bruise everything was stacked until the true colour of his skin couldn't be seen at all. When the boy saw someone pulling up the bed sheet, he gazed up with caution. He looked pitiful, weak and scared.
Unexpectedly at this moment he felt a pull.
One pair , two pair , three pair of hands gripped onto him tightly and yanked him back. He was forced to stand and got his hands cuffed behind his back. Only then did he snapped out of daze.
Yibo sighed out a curse. Who called these damn stupid police? Don't they always arrive at the scene after the crime was done? He wasn't done yet! He didn't even have the chance to poke a hole on the boy's body before they came out to meddle in.
After a while, inside the prison at the local police station,
Yibo closed his eyes and opened them time to time. Breathing out quite heavily, as his muscles were so tense that he had to put efforts to steady his breathing. His brow would furrow and breath would hitch whenever the foreign object hit him. But he didn't let out even a little bit of groan , as if what he did was nothing outside of law.
His feet was tied with thick rope as he hung upside down. There were countless bruises on his upper body as he was shirtless for now. His skin was healthy white . With the sweat, few healed up scars and bruise marks he looked extremely stunning even though he was hung upside down and getting hit by a metallic hard stick.
Beside him , an officer poured icy cold water on his head. Asking with rough means, "Speak! Who sent you to kill Yu Cheng!"
"Why tf is he playing mute! Speak!"
His body swayed back and forth. His vision blurred. He suddenly saw a boy laughing happily as he cradled on a swing while a middle aged woman clicked pictures.
He came to his senses when he heard a loud and cheerful voice. Among the rough and noisy sounds , the clear voice sounded exceptionally pleasing to the ear. Yibo felt nothing but some tingling on his eartips.
Raising his eyes a little , he could barely see the upside down entrance of the station. Outside the door , several police officers were working hard to prevent the media people coming inside. Dozens of camera pointed to the insides of the police station.
There stood a guy in clean white shirt and black jeans. On his shoulder , he carried a bag. His black hair was a little messy as he kept rubbing them. His back looked frail , as if just one touch could break them in half.
Yibo Squinted at the lively figure , ignoring the questions that are being thrown at him. He vaguely heard that person say to the reporters. "There was a time when a women lost her purse in a shopping mall. She wanted to buy beans to cook them for her husband. Then she reported to a police officer. Guess what the officer said?"
The man whose voice sounded to lovely and cheerful, didn't care if any of them listened or not. He answered his own question, " the police officer said , so what madam. why don't you just buy another vegetable and cook that for your husband?"
So silly..
With that he laughed out loud. The man turned back and faced the one of the inspector who came out to see what was happening on the entrance. He didn't look much more than 19. His height was just right for his age and his face was clean and soft.
The inspector asked the guy, " what's happening here? Why did so many reporters are crowding outside ?"
The man stopped smiling and said to the inspector, " they came here to take picture of all of you and print them on newspaper. Afterall, you are the people who stopped the marriage of that underage girl. She came to me crying that she doesn't want to marry at such young age, saying that the police says nothing. Of course , you people only saw her as a lowly maid who works in people's home. If it's not for the threat, would you still be willing to help her?"
Yibo couldn't hear what he was saying but when he accidentally saw the face of the young man, he couldn't help feeling amused.
At this time, they put him down. The police in charge came in and told him on the face, "3 police from my department died because of Wen Chao. They were people who was committed to their duty. How about this, I'll throw a bone and you run like a dog. I'll convince Yu Cheng's mother that her eldest son drank and accidentally threw himself on fire. You'll obediently tell me the whereabouts of your boss Wen Chao."
The head officer said in a very mocking tone that made Yibo scoff. He spoke as if he was certain that he was sent by Wen Chao.
Wen Chao is the biggest criminal of all time . The police, detectives , special agents have been running after this person for many years , but not only they couldn't catch Wen Chao's tail , they couldn't even determine his location accurately, let alone collect evidence. He suspects if any of these peope know how Wen Chao looks like.
Yibo finally shifted his attention from the young man to the not so old head officer.
It was such a coincidence that , at the time when Yibo looked away, the young man also noticed him through the gap of the door. He had a curious look in his eyes as he walked a bit closer , wanting to see what was happening. He looked at the tied up man who had an unfriendly expression , the man said something to the police. He couldn't hear anything at all.
The man's face was very much handsome. Like a movie actor. It's just the injuries that made him dozen times more aggressive. Just like the strong villains inside various Western movies.
He was very concerned about the injuries on the man's body. Doesn't it hurt ? Yet he can still speak normally... like this he stood outside, peeking in to see without having the slightest bit of intention to leave.