Let's begin.
Cold winds were blowing all around, so chilly that any ordinary person would get goosebumps. Yet, there was a man standing on the balcony of his farmhouse, dressed in a black shirt under a black overcoat, black marks on his face, and deep blood stains at the corner of his eyes-stains that stood out starkly against his fair skin. Removing the marks from his face with a crooked smile, he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.
The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a python tattoo on his chest. With his deep brown eyes, he stared intently ahead. Just then, his phone rang. Answering the call, without even listening to the person on the other end, he spoke in a cold voice, "Keep hitting him until he stops breathing."
Saying this, he closed his eyes-eyes that no one could ever truly understand. He never gave anyone a chance to try. His face was expressionless. Suddenly, the door to his room opened, and a man entered, turning on his phone's flashlight to see through the darkness as he moved forward. "Liang Feng, where have you been until now?"
At his words, Liang Feng squeezed his eyes shut and replied in his cold voice, "Turn off your phone's light. I don't like it, Zhao Min bro." Zhao Min sighed deeply and nodded, saying, "Okay, fine." With that, he switched off his phone's flashlight.
Crushing the burning cigarette in his hand, Liang Feng walked towards Zhao Min and said, "As far as I know, you're not supposed to be here right now." Zhao Min nodded, replying, "I know where I should be, and I was there until now. But you didn't show up, so I came here to get you."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the blood stains on Liang Feng's face. His expression changed, but before he could say anything, the door opened again and another man rushed in, saying, "All our ships have already left, so don't worry." He fell silent as soon as he saw Zhao Min.
Hearing this, Zhao Min clenched his fists and looked at Liang Feng. "What is all this, Liang Feng? Dad told you not to do any of this. Why are you risking your life like this?" Liang Feng replied emotionlessly, "I don't care about either-neither Dad nor my own life. I just want to rule this world, and I will do anything for it."
With that, he took off his shirt and threw it aside, exposing deep scars on his back. Seeing this, Zhao Min spoke angrily, "Fine, then this time I'll talk to Mom. You don't care about any of us, but maybe if she finds out about your actions, she'll be able to talk some sense into you."
Hearing Zhao Min, the veins on Liang Feng's forehead bulged. He looked at him coldly and said, "She must not find out about this, not even by mistake. If you try to do this, I will ruin everything. And don't take my words lightly." Zhao Min took a deep breath and said, "Fine, do whatever you want. But for now, come with me. Mom is waiting for you."
"I'm not going anywhere, and I'll never go back there. And you don't need to come here without my permission. You can leave now." He pointed to the door. Zhao Min glared at him, "Dad is right-you're still as rude as ever!" With that, he stormed out of the room.
Liang Feng watched him go, then sat down on the sofa. The other man, Wei Zhen, spoke, "Are you really not going to your mom and dad's anniversary?"
"If you want to go, you can. I never stopped you," Liang Feng replied coldly, fixing him with a chilly stare.
Wei Zhen quickly said, "No, I don't want to go anywhere. It's enough that you keep me with you." Then he added, "Your dad is coming to India without telling anyone."
At this, Liang Feng smirked. "Hmm… If he still wants to back out, I'll let him go. But if he crosses my path by mistake, Dad won't be able to save him like he has for the past eighteen years." Wei Zhen said softly, "But he is really very innocent. I don't understand what you want from him."
Liang Feng looked at him coldly. "I hate people who pretend to be innocent, and he's one of them. My desire is half to possess him and half to make him suffer." He began rubbing his fingers on his forehead. Wei Zhen started to sweat.
"If your dad finds out…" Wei Zhen began, but before he could finish, he felt a sharp knife at his neck. Liang Feng looked at him and spoke coldly, "No one else knows about this except you and me. And if I kill you right now, no one else will ever know. Do you understand me?"
Wei Zhen quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, I understand." Liang Feng shoved him away, "Get out. And don't come into my room without my permission." Wei Zhen quickly left the room.
Liang Feng stroked his eyebrow and said, "Be ready to meet me, Candy. We will meet soon." With that, he took another drag from his cigarette.
Meanwhile, at around 10:00 PM, an eighteen-year-old boy with fair skin, a sharp jawline, and deep blue eyes was standing outside. His black silky hair fell across his forehead, covering his eyes. He had marks on his face. He glanced around at what was once a crowded place, gripping his shirt sleeve tightly.
Clutching his suitcase, he headed outside and got into a taxi. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and a voice hurriedly asked, "Jin Yue, has your flight landed? Stay at the airport, I'm coming to get you." Jin Yue replied, "No, Chen Luo, I'm on my way. Just send me your apartment location, I'll be there soon." He hung up.
A little later, after paying the taxi driver, Jin Yue got out in the middle of the road, looking around because he was very hungry. He spotted a large bar ahead. "What's this? Maybe I'll find something to eat here," he said, walking inside.
Inside, the bar was crowded, with people dancing on stage. The smell of alcohol was strong, and Jin Yue covered his nose, finding it hard to bear. He started to head back out when the bar manager approached. "How can I help you, sir?"
Startled, Jin Yue stepped back. The manager scanned him from head to toe and asked, "How can I help you, sir?" Jin Yue replied softly, "I… I'm very hungry. Is there anything to eat here?"
The manager quickly said, "Sure, please wait over there," pointing him to a table before walking away. Jin Yue sat at the table. The manager made a call, "Get everything ready, I'll be there soon." Shortly after, he returned and placed some dishes in front of Jin Yue.
Gesturing to the food, he said, "Please, sir, enjoy." Jin Yue started eating. After a while, as he stood up from his chair, his steps faltered and he staggered toward the washroom. Splashing water on his face, he muttered, "What… what's happening to me?" Just then, someone came up behind him, grabbed his hand, and injected something into his neck.
Jin Yue slumped into the man's arms. The manager came in and said, "Hurry, take him away. It's already late."
At the back of the bar, in a dimly lit room filled with cigar smoke, Liang Feng was sitting with his head resting on the chair's armrest, taking drags from a cigar. Blowing smoke into the air, he said to Wei Zhen, "Does everyone here want to die, wasting my time like this?" Just then, a bright light flashed in front of him.
Several drunken girls were being dragged inside by some people. The eyes of those sitting there lit up at the sight. Liang Feng glanced at them and then looked away. The bar manager entered, dragging Jin Yue with him.
Jin Yue's arms hung limply, his eyes half open as he struggled to break free. The manager grabbed his neck and shoved him onto the large table in the middle of the room, causing Jin Yue's head to hit the edge. Before he could fall, a man named Lucifer caught him by the waist and pulled him close.
Wei Zhen, whose eyes were fixed on Jin Yue, felt his spine go numb at the sight and looked at Liang Feng, who was still sitting with his eyes closed, smoking his cigar.
To be continue ✍️