Owned by Mr. Lan

Chapter 17

Wang Yibo

“Oh my god!” Haoxuan sits forward when we come to the intersection where a car accident occurred. It’s the G-Wagon.

Police, firefighters and paramedics surround the Mercedes. I slam on the brakes, throw the SUV in park and fly out of the vehicle.

Jackson is on a gurney, oxygen mask over his mouth and blood smearing his face.

“Sir, I’m sorry. You can’t—”

“He’s fine. That’s Wang Yibo and this is one of his men.” Officer Yuchen tells the paramedic. “Yibo, I wish I could say it’s good to see you but circumstance say otherwise.”

“Can I talk to him? What happened?”

“We don’t know. Traffic cameras are out. Traffic was rerouted. It looks like a hit-and-run, but I feel like this wasn’t an accident. Not when it comes to you. And no, you can’t talk to him. He’s alive but unconscious. You can talk to him at the hospital.”

“Was there a woman? Was she hurt? She’s my wife. She was with Jackson.”

“No, there wasn’t a woman. You’re sure someone was with him?” Yuchen’s hand grabs his radio on his shoulder.

“I’m positive. They left the house together.”

“There was no one else in the car, but there are signs of foul play. There’s blood in the back.”

“Blood. There was blood,” I repeat, running my hands through my hair in panic. “I need my wife. I need my fucking wife!”

“What does she look like? Calm down. Breathe. Focus.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking focus.” I get in his face, debating if I want to put a bullet between his eyes. “You have no idea what this means. I will kill everyone in this city, including you, until I get her back.”

“Do not make threats, Yibo. I can arrest you right now.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Yibo! She’s close. Look.” Haoxuan brings the tablet over, and I wipe my eyes clear of the tears.

I turn my attention to the tablet. The green dot is close to us. She could have climbed out of the car to try to flag down help. She’s on campus, just like Haikuan said.

“Xuan, you climb into the ambulance with Jack, so he isn’t alone. Guo Cheng, you’re with me.” Without saying another word, I run to the car. Ivar is already in the passenger seat and without another word, I step on the gas.

Yuchen jumps out of the way and heads to his cop car to follow me but I don’t stop. Nothing will make me fucking stop. I listen to the beeps of the tablet. The quicker they become, the closer I know we are.

“It should be right up here. On the right,” Guo Cheng points.

Sirens ring behind me and Yuchen is on my ass.

“Get rid of him, Cheng.” I don’t want my plans derailed.

“Yes, sir.” Guo Cheng rolls down the window and aims his gun out the window.

“Don’t kill him,” I warn. I won’t admit it, but I like Yuchen. He is an honorable man with strong values but he understands my position in the city and doesn’t try to step on my toes.

Guo Cheng fires the gunshot, ringing out. I check my side mirror and watch a tire blow. The car fishtails before jumping over the curb and slamming against a tree.

He’ll be fine.

As I take another turn, Yuchen disappears. An SUV appears up ahead and I slow down. The college isn’t too busy due to exams and I’m thankful. The fewer witnesses, the better. It would mean more people I need to kill. More bodies to dispose of.