Chen still kept calling. God knows how many times he had dialed. It rang and rang and rang again. No answer. He bit his nail unconsciously, biting until it started to bleed. The rest of his father's men stared in silence.
They had all seen the footage. The murderer clearly had Dian's face. Dian's skill in martial arts was not at a human level; it was far too superior. Like a sudden passing wind, all six of them were dead in seconds under his blades. Nobody stood a chance. They all knew that.
Chen, however, had declared, "CCTV footage is prone to manipulation." He didn't believe a single part of it. He needed to hear it from the horse's mouth; only then would he believe. His men gave up trying to reason with him.
"Tell me what's going on... tell me what's happening... why aren't you picking up..."
He spoke to himself like a madman. Anxiety and fear had taken the best of him. He had never prayed before, but he prayed earnestly for it to be a big misunderstanding. He would never do that to him; he would come back and explain, and the truth would come out. Right?
"He won't pick up! Stop calling!"
His uncle begged him all night. But Kamman had placed all his faith in Dian.
Four days passed, and still no response. News had already spread throughout the organization. The hunt had begun. All bases in every country were on high alert. A traitor and a murderer were on the loose, and the orders were to put him down the moment he was found.
Within these four days, Chen did not shed a single tear. Even when his father's body was being taken out of the crime scene, he stared, but no emotion could be seen on his face. People started calling him crazy behind his back, and whispers about him circulated. Others called him unfilial; some called him psychopathic.
Some even claimed that he had colluded with Dian to murder his own father so he could take over the empire. His father was, after all, the Head of the Order and the leader of the entire Bronze Orchid.
His stepmother wasn't helping the situation. All the vile hatred she had been keeping in her heart was unleashed on him. She was only scared of touching him; otherwise, she might have killed him with her own hands. Chen Kamman knew all this, but none of it bothered him at all.
His life started to crumble on the fourth day, when it finally began to dawn on him that Dian was not coming back, that his father was truly dead. He started to appear lifeless, an empty shell.
Gwen was normally a crybaby and the most spoilt child to ever exist. She was loved by her father the most. She was his precious angel, so naturally, his death was a major blow to her. She might have cried, passed out, or wanted to die, but looking at the state of her brother, how could she? She had never seen him so broken.
Everybody knew how much Dian meant to him. Everybody knew how much he adored his father. Now, one was gone, murdered in cold blood. The other was on the run for murdering his own father. He had lost two people in his life he could never have imagined living without, all in one night.
At first, it was hope, hope that Dian would come. After some time, that hope mixed with fear of the impending reality: the reality that he had murdered his father. With fear came anxiety, then pain. Extreme pain clawing at his heart, almost physical.
Four days. He had held back for that long, not shedding a single tear. On the fourth day, however, he started to seriously hurt. The past pain from his mother's death also came back, like a healing wound being reopened. He locked himself in his room and broke down.
He cried until he lost his voice, and his eyes were swollen, but with every thought of them, floods of tears gushed out afresh. It was honestly too much for anyone. When he had no more strength in his body, his limp form dropped to the soft carpet on his floor, and for a whole day and night, he did not move, as if he were dead.
On the morning of the fifth day after the murder, people still hadn't stopped coming to relay their condolences. His father's subordinates came, mainly to look for chances to gain favors, but still, at least they came. All other families of the Bronze Orchid came as well, probably to look for more gossip to spread over tea.
He did not see anyone. His bodyguard, Rei, stood outside, faithfully guarding the door. If Rei was worried, which he obviously was, he couldn't do anything about it, and he couldn't show it either.
Gwen came around seven in the morning and spent thirty minutes crying outside his door, begging him to come out and eat. Auntie Long eventually managed to drag her away after convincing her that he would be okay.
In reality, Gwen wasn't doing fine either. It was just that she couldn't cry and make a fuss, as at a time like this, the whole household needed her to be strong.
At noon, Rei and Liang couldn't take it any longer. They stood outside Chen's door and desperately begged their young master from outside, since they wouldn't dare to force their way in.
"Young master... you've been there for almost two days, huh? Please come out and eat..." Rei began.
"Yes, young master... nobody can stay on an empty stomach for that long..." Liang added worriedly, but then a thought hit him, and he stared at Rei in panic.
"Do you think he might...!"
"Quiet! Don't jinx it!" Rei snapped, smacking the back of his head.
If Liang's implication of his young master's death were true, Rei would have no reason to live, his purpose having been solely to serve Kamman.
The begging was futile. Kamman remained motionless, his breathing so faint he appeared almost dead. His condition was, in fact, perilously close to it.
Finally, on the night of the sixth day, news came, enough to get him out of his room, enough to bring him slightly back to life. But only for a short period.
"Sir... they... they found Dian...!" Rei ran up the heaps of stairs, fighting for his dear life. He banged his fists violently on the door.
Kamman had already moved on to the next stage of emotion: anger. When they had left the house that night to go meet the traitor, he had sworn with everything in him that he would kill him with his own hands. His eyes sparked with rage as confirmation.
When his uncle saw this, he smiled with satisfaction and remarked,
"That's the spirit! Tonight, we avenge your father!"
His uncle was worried that he wouldn't be able to do it. After all, Dian was not a person anyone would touch if they wanted to live. Only Kamman could do that.
That was how Dian Aoki, Bronze Orchid's youngest grandmaster, was first introduced to their world.One would think Dian was as old as the other oldies at the top of the organization, but he was only three years older than Kamman. Or would have been. Now he should have been exactly twenty years old. The 'should' reminded Kamman that Dian was no longer there and that he was the reason why. The pain started to tug at his heart once again.Dian had risen to glory at only fourteen. To be fair, his intelligence quotient was remarkably high; he was among the smartest people on Earth if he dared to be slightly biased. It was only natural that he was exceptional at a young age. But exceptional was an understatement. Anyone who had him on their side was automatically declared a winner. Chen Yujing, Kamman's father, gained this privilege when he brought Dian in at the age of ten. Dian was a technological genius. He treated computer codes as humans would treat words: naturally.Additionally, h
They should have let him die.Chen Kamman woke up in a hospital ward two weeks after the incident, feeling dead inside and bitter. The room was annoyingly bright, and he hated everything about it. He hated himself most for pulling the trigger; he could never forgive such a crime.His grief had driven him to unconsciousness; his body had refused to go on. Everyone was worried: Auntie Long, Gwen, Rei, and his other men. He didn't care; in fact, he hated them for saving him. They should have let him die.He was in the VIP ward, so it was usually quiet, except for Gwen constantly nagging him to eat or Liang suddenly bursting into tears like a grieving old woman who had lost a son. Rei was even tired of him."Why are you crying? Did someone die?" Rei snapped angrily."Young master must be feeling so much pain! If only I could bear it for his sake! Oh! How sad!" Liang cried out dramatically."Okay, so it's pain you want? Wait right there; I'll show you pain." Rei said, getting up from his c
Along with my heart.Kamman's third aunt, Ling Ling, had warned him about this. She had always told him that someday he was going to have to choose between the family and him. Chen, without a doubt, had said that he would always choose Dian, and his aunt had laughed at that. Now he understood the meaning of that laugh. The moment he became the head of the Chen family, he officially stopped thinking for himself. His only hope was clarification, so he asked, his voice faint and full of uncertainty."Did you do it? Did you kill them?"He only needed to hear those words: 'I did not do it.' Then he would protect him with his life. He would put his family's reputation on the line. He would not even care about the evidence. He would believe everything without a doubt.However, Dian said nothing and just stared at him, spiking his anxiety even further. He was also not ready for the answer, so he moved to the second question, nervously."Why did you run?"It was a small voice, almost like a
Meant to hate.He had expected that he'd come, but seeing him step out of that car hit him hard. He looked so cold and lifeless. His eyes were dead. Not the same eyes he found comfort staring at before.In only a couple of days, he had grown so cold and mature. He was only seventeen. What had he done? Regret crept up on him. His mischievous look was instantly replaced with shame. He lowered his head to the ground and didn't dare to look up.Chen Kamman also overestimated his ability to hate Dian. Earlier, he was full of rage. All through the car ride, he thought of the most cruel ways he would torture him. He recounted how he would kill Dian with his own hands in his mind until he was satisfied. That was the agenda for tonight.The moment his eyes landed on him, badly bruised and so bloody that he could not recognize him, his heart wrenched. At that time, he resisted every urge to rush over and hold him in his arms and check on his bruises.His protectiveness came back without him ev
He had a premonition about where they were since so many had died at his hands in that same place, and indeed, when they finally took off his blindfold, he rolled his eyes. They couldn't be any less predictable.There was a cliff at the end of the property, and when standing on it, the ground below was incredibly distant. There was only one way in and out of Mountain Hall: the gate entrance. There was no other exit, which made it an advantageous terrain for them.It was very far removed from the city, isolated and protected by the government itself, thus home to a lot of dead bodies, top-secret operations, and meetings. He was very familiar with the place.When they had stopped beating him, they dragged him to the edge of the cliff and forced him onto his knees. Below, there was a heavily flowing mass of water. One only saw a blanket of greyish-white mist when staring down the cliff from above.The water itself was not visible, but one could tell how massive and violent it was by the
Dian knew that running was futile. He had worked for this organization before, and nobody was ever truly capable of escaping them. He was probably the only one to have held them off for four days. Once one became a target, getting to the next day was hardly possible.He was not seriously running, though. He may have disappeared because he panicked, but he had long since gathered his thoughts and decided that he would not run anymore. He was tired, guilty, bruised, and confused. In fact, his efforts to run were so sloppy he was a bit disappointed that it had taken them four days to find him."They've learnt nothing all these years," He muttered under his breath.The previous events were not adding up to him. He was considered a genius in the Bronze Orchid, but even he could not clearly understand the situation. He was also not sure if he killed them or not; all he knew was that he had no intention of doing so. He would achieve nothing from it.Yet he did not rule out the possibility.