THE GAME

It All Comes To this

The previous day...

Getting taken was the last resort. It would be unfair to Sect Leader Nie if his people got killed.

"Good, your chopper awaits.", Wen Chao had him cuffed.

On their way to the helipad, the alpha shoves Wei Ying into the car and looks down on him with a provoking grin,
"Unfortunately, little whore, I have unfinished business to attend to. Not that it matters to you...Oh wait, it does.", his eyes went wide.

Wei Ying swallowed his spit, averting his gaze defiantly. Surely nothing good could come from listening to the alpha.

Wen Chao picks up a mocking tone, "Dont be impatient, I will have time for you once I finish off the owner of that mark on your neck..."

The lotus turns his head sharply, eyes peering at Wen Chao as his body goes stiff.

"There will be dark clouds in Gusu tomorrow, might as well give them a little sunlight...Hahaha.", Wen Chao slams the door just as Wei Ying parts his lips.

"Zhuliu, I suddenly feel for pecking duck. There's an old restaurant in Gusu that serves mouthwatering dishes...let's swing by after.", Wen Chao strode, swinging his arms as he got into a different mode of transport.

Wei Ying's head hung low- eyes fixed on the ring Lan Wangji slid on his finger. He did not struggle or scream, neither did he utter a word out of frustration. A lot went through his mind and he became afraid; knowing Wangji would be defenceless once Wen Chao used 'his' capture against him. That's the only way Lan Wangji would surrender willingly.

Fifteen minutes down the road, Wei Ying saw the helicopter sitting on the ground.

"I'll tell him to start the engines, take the omega out.", the guard in the front steps out and so did the one on his left.

The lotus sucked in his breath. With just five seconds for the gate to open, he would force himself to stay rational.

Someone had to stop Wen Chao from touching the jade, and he couldn't leave it to others. With Chenqin tucked away, he relies on a spell to melt through the cuffs. The chopper will serve its use once these men were dead...

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Gusu Lan

Qinghenjun and Xichen come face to face with the assailant. They felt insulted- their home was being torn down by a tailless man like Wen Chao.

Sect Leader Lan flaps a hand behind, his broad sleeves following suit. " Have you no respect for your elders!", his tone rippled in anger.

"Sorry old man, I just love a good entrance.", Wen Chao shrugged. He had an army backing him up. "My father wishes to have a word with Hanguangjun. I will leave if you hand him over.", Even a blind rat could see through his malicious intentions.

"Since when did requesting my son's presence require guns and explosives?", Qinghenjun asked.

"Wha...bear with me here. I'm working on a tight schedule...", Wen Chao checks his wrist briefly and rolls his eyes with contempt.

Xichen, "Lan Wangji is not here."

Wen Chao frowned at the reply, "I think we've all seen this film before, and you won't like the ending...", He looked back and forth at Father and Son. "Fine, hard way it is. We'll find him ourselves.", he hid behind the safety of his troops, leaving Zhuliu to lead the onslaught.

Sparks flew over their heads with a loud noise, then came the destructive flame of missiles falling upon the Lan disciples.

"...", Qinghenjun's sword was unsheathed and its remarkable blade stood many inches tall with a fine white glare.
What made it stand out was its width, and the set of guqin strings adorned on its body. Each random swing had the effects of five grenades and he didnt need a Zither to initiate Gusu Lan's chord assassination technique.