The Novelist [ONGOING]

Ch8: 'Was it really her?'

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‍Jung Se-Yun POV :

We were at 'Summer Night Club' assisting the narcotic department in a case. The entire place was loud and crowded which seemed too annoying to me. My mind concentrated on the details of the case when all of a sudden the music stopped, and the lights were turned on bright. A crowd was concentrated at the direction of a table. I hurried there along with Seo-Jun to see what it was.

The sight was really shocking at some aspect. A man was on the floor on his back. A tall pointed high heel stood straight on his chest. The woman who wore the shoe, was masked and it was pretty obvious that there was a fight. A chair was fallen close by and the woman was dressed neat and anonymous.

"Gàosù wǒ shéi gāisǐ dì dìyù mìnglìng nǐ zhèyàng zuò!" She yelled in.....Chinese?

《 Translation : Tell me who the damn Hell ordered you to do it!》

The voice was familiar but I was sure that it wasn't who I thought it was. There was no chance for it. I concentrated on the quarrel. The man seemed to be resisting and the woman seemed to be losing her patience by every passing minute.

"Shǒuxiān, nǐ shìtú shā sǐ nǐ lǎobǎn de érzi, ránhòu nǐ tōu wénjiàn, táopǎo, xiànzài nǐ shānghàile wǒ! Bùyào kǎoyàn wǒ de nàixīn, gàosù wǒ, dàodǐ shì shéi wěituō nǐ zuò de!" The woman yelled at the man again.

《 Translation : First, you poison your boss's son, then you steal documents, escape and now you hurt me! Don't test my patience, and tell me, who the hell commissioned you to do it! 》

The man whimpered in pain because of pressure from the high heel and muttered continuously, "Tā huì shāle wǒ!"

《 Translation : He'll kill me! 》

"Nǐ rènwéi wǒ bù huì?" The woman asked in an absolutely cold tone. There was no way that it was who I thought at first.

《 Translation : And you think I won't? 》

Before I could think any further, I saw the woman pick the half filled wine glass and hit it against the table where she picked it from before. The glass shattered and fell apart. The look in the woman's eyes was cold as before as if she hadn't just slammed a wine glass just now.

The woman held the broken wine glass, hand lowered with the broken glass making contact with the man's chest. Seo-Jun was ready to move towards them. But I reached out to his wrist and stopped him. She wouldn't try to hurt someone under the eyes of public. I knew it very well.

The glass was still on the man's chest when the woman's cold voice rang aloud in the silent room. "Xiànzài gàosù wǒ shì shéi, fǒuzé wǒ huì háo bù liúqíng de shāle nǐ!!"

《 Translation : Now Tell me who it is or I'll kill you with absolutely no mercy!! 》

A few people gasped, while the man on the ground only whimpered in pain. A few seconds later, I could see the glass shard closing in on the man's chest. It was only then when he yelled out, "Wǒ huì gàosù nǐ. Qǐng bùyào shā wǒ!"

《 Translation : I will tell you. Please don't kill me! 》

"Ránhòu gàosù wǒ. Shì shéi?"

《 Translation : Then tell me. Who is it? 》

"Chéngxīngháo! Shì de! Shì tā. Qǐng ràng wǒ zǒu!"