The Heir - Stay ll

Chapter 34: farewell

Harper may have already accepted the Zuos as his family, but that doesn't mean he has forgotten about the family he grew up with, the Yaos.
Without the old man, he wouldn't have been whoever he already is now. Currently, the nemeses is not Yao, or Lifei; but the woman who's all behind the bent truth and tragedies faced.

He was interrupted in his run when his phone vibrated. He thought it was Ding Xian, but it was actually Zyle.
A perfect timing. He was right away greeted by Zyle's loud voice..

"Harper! Finally you answered! I'm here in jail all alone with dead bodies. Where on earth are you?!"

"Just somewhere." Harper answered as he continued swiftly running on every car's roof, no noise at all.

"Somewhere what?! I've been worrying for the family...eversince like...the day I met you!"

"I'm on my way to Hyena. Father are on their way to the hospital." As he continued talking to him, running on every corner, he starts to think of a plan.

"Wait, I remember that tonight is Zac's concert. Why don't you pretend as him and rock the stage?"

"Zac is already conscious. He's with Zyle and father —" His sentence was followed with a grunt.

"Harry? Something happened?" Zyle gasped from the other line. "Damn, did someone shoot you?!"

"No, maybe later she will." Harper stood up from the slippery roof. The car he's stepping on is probably new.
He glared at Zeiri who 'accidentally' spanked him from his back.

"Is that Zeiri? You both gonna kill the Hyenas?"

"I need your help, Zyle."

"Oh, ofcourse you do."

"I want you to go back to the Yao territory. Pretend as me. Instruct the men to come over here to the city."

"Pretend as you? Why not Zaczac?"

"Because he's going to perform on stage, and you won't."

"But I can't even shut my mouth for more than a minute! And where should I get a gun?"

"I have one in my Ducatti. Use it too."

"Nah, I'd rather take a cab. Motorcycles are scary."

"Just do as I say if you still want a family to live with." Harper says and ends the call.

......

"I can't believe this. How dare he order me around when I'm like... five minutes older than him!" Zyle said, pedalling a bicycle. There's no way he's going to use the Ducatti. It might even be his cause of death. As for the guns, he just grabbed the ones scattered in the police station. Eversince then, he has already prepared for this 'war.' Even his pockets are bulging of bullets.

Lucky for him, he could still remember the roads they have taken to reach the Yao Mansion.

"Why don't he just call the men anyways?! He's making my life really serious." he continued muttering to himself.

Zyle can't believe he surpassed all the dark and steep roads and reached the Yao territory. The power of family indeed. Or say, power of fear losing his family.

He cleared his throat, making sure his voice is 'mafia-y' enough. Chest up, raised chin. And like a robot, he walked close to the men guarding the mansion's entrance. Deja Vu. He remember the two men who chased them all around the mansion before. He shall take revenge—maybe next time.

"Ehem ehem, where's your general?"

"He left the territory, sir."

Zyle's brows furrowed. "Where's your general?"