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Upon reaching the familiar abandoned mall, they parked outside instead of going into the base by the short cut; which would have probably been the way that the skulls took.
" Chenle, you stay with Chaeyoung, keep her safe here," Jaemin instructed as the rest got out of the car, his face plastered with a murderous look as if his anger had been bottled up and waiting to explode.
Chaeyoung bit her lip, not being able to help but be worried. Before they left, it felt as if her hand was being attracted by a magnet, grabbing onto Jaemin's wrist.
He turned back, looking into the girl's doe eyes, raising an eyebrow urging her to let go. " Stay u-uh safe," she stuttered out.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but tug upwards, a surge of warmth filling his insides, taming his anger.
" Don't worry, angel."
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Bullets whizzed across the room, from one end to the other as war happened in the base.
They had killed about 20 of their enemies, yet there was still 30 and they were already tired out.
The 8 of them that had been there since the start already worned out from the countless of punches thrown, running around to dodge the bullets and the blood that they were loosing from their injuries.
Desperate for help, they kept hoping that the rest would come back from their missions soon. It wasn't like they were weak, the 8 just didn't specialise in combat and fights.
Two out of the eight were specialised in medical stuff, helping the gang with their injuries while another two were hackers, and the rest being in charge of dealings and logistics.
Taeyong winced in pain as blood gushed out of his newly opened wound, desperately trying to ignore the stinging pain as he tried to throw punches at the man.
His punches were slow though, being restricted by the overwhelming pain on his arm.
The man scoffed, a smug smirk plastered on his face. " Is that all the leader can do? And I thought you were powerful," he taunted.
Taeyong bitterly chuckled, watching as the man started to throw a punch which he narrowly dodged. " Why not bring eight of your members to make it fair, seems like you guys are too scared to actually fight fairly," he commented.
" Its not called being a scared, it's called having a plan," the man corrected, this time managing to punch the already injured boy.
Taeyong groaned in pain, his hand instinctively placing itself over the wound, putting pressure on it to reduce the bleeding.
" I bet Chaeyoung loves to be left with one dreamie in the middle of twenty enemies," the man chuckled as if it was humorous.
Taeyong rolled his eyes before he caught sight of the youngsters finally arriving. Jaemin placed a finger on his lip, indicating for the leader to continue distracting the man.
The floor was filled with bodies, blood oozing out from different parts of them.
The group started to speedily kill their enemies in the room, quickly and stealthily before they could even scream out a word of alert.
" I'm sure they can handle your twenty minions," Taeyong said, feigning a yawn.
" Yeah I'm sure he will except that Chaeyoung's dad is up there," the man smiled – it definitely wasn't the friendly kind. " I'm sure Chaeyoung would love the surpri-"
The man stopped halfway through his sentence, blood splurting out of his throat. Everyone knew who did it, – there was only one mafia who had a habit of slitting throats anyways – the ace, Na Jaemin.
" He was talking too much," Jaemin said bluntly, giving the body a kick before walking towards Taeyong. " You should get to Jungwoo to treat your wound first, we will handle the rest of the fights."
" Thanks," Taeyong weakly said, forcing a weak smile on his lips before limping away to the medical room; where Jungwoo was probably staying in to get ready every equipment he might need for their injuries.
Jaemin dusted his hands as his eyes scanned the main room – which was the first place you would be in after exiting the elevator – and over every body, counting the number of bodies in his head.
Until he got interrupted by another series of gun shots that cut through the air, his eyes immediately darted towards the hallway where it had came from.
" Haechan and Jeno, you two look for the others. Renjun and Jisung, you two follow me," Jaemin instructed while the rest nodded accordingly.
The boy walked towards the sound of the gun shots quickly and quietly while the rest followed suit.
Immediately stopping in front of the garage – which was one of the biggest rooms they had due to the number of cars they owned – and gripping on the door handle, turning his head to check the rest before turning the handle and pushing the door open.
The room was suddenly eeriely silent though, darkness engulfing the place. Jaemin hesitantly stepped inside while the rest followed behind, his ears perked up as he tried to listen for the slightest sound.
He was debating whether to turn the lights on or not, if they did it would have revealed them to their enemies but if they didn't they had no idea where their enemies were all at.
But he got lifted from the burden of his choices as the door behind them slammed shut, eliciting a jolt of surprise in the boy.
" Aw let me turn on the light for you pathetic people," the voice of their sworn enemy sounded before the blinding rays from the ceiling light shone.
Jaemin blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the light quickly. But he wished he didn't decide to look so quickly, the sight before him bringing a layer of anger and sadness inside.
There she was, Chaeyoung seated on a chair, tied up with bruises around her body and a blindfold covering her vision. Chenle laid limply against one of the cars, guiltily looking at the angered boy.
" So, how do you like your surprise?"
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