𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓴 | Wen Junhui

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He watched the neon lights of the city blur into one long smear as the taxi barreled down the rain-slicked streets. His reflection in the window was a ghostly, exhausted visage, eyes hollowed out by sleepless nights and countless missions. At twenty-five, he was already an old hand at this game, but the weight of it all was beginning to bend his spirit.

The rain tapped a rhythm against the glass, each droplet a reminder of the endless cycle of duties that stretched ahead. The city lights flickered past in a hypnotic dance, each one a tiny, indifferent star in a sky that had long since lost its appeal.

He pulled the collar of his shirt tighter, as if to shield herself from the cold reality of his life. The mission briefing earlier had been standard, a blur of faces and coded messages that meant little now. His mind was a fog of fatigue and disillusionment, his body an unwilling participant in the charade of a life he had long since outgrown.

In the pit of his stomach, there was a gnawing emptiness that no mission, no matter how critical, could fill. It was a void that had been growing wider with each passing day, a chasm between who he had become and who he had hoped to be. He wondered if there was a way out, a path that didn't involve the constant cloak-and-gun existence that had become his prison.

As the taxi screeched to a halt outside the building, he took a deep breath, forcing himself to rise from the depths of his despondency. He squared his shoulders, mentally preparing for another night of deception and danger. The mission would go on, as they always did, and he would play his part, however weary he was. No matter what his health was like or his opinion about his work, he just had to do it and go with the flow of his own selected life.

Today he had another mission to complete, some kind of special order by his boss. He was known to be China's best spies in his country and his field both. He was used to these missions and was slowly turning to be exhausted. It was as if he needed a break from all of his this. The underworld and from all the rush and fights. He wanted to go somewhere else and live there peacefully for some time, till he himself thought that he was good now and wanted to come back to work again.

His boss had urged him into this mission today. As it was a special request by her, he couldn't even deny it. He had to look into some guy who was the brand ambassador of a new clothing brand, namingly HAWK. Well, this brand had just now started to get to the popularity. It was slowly gaining success too and entering the clothing and fashion industry. The new brand ambassador who seemed too young looked like he had zero experience with this kind of things. But Jun was proved wrong when he saw the younger one's ramp walk at the recent SHEIN Fashion week in Shanghai. He was shock struck when he saw the boy walking through the ramp flawlessly as confidence was printed on his face. His name was Cheng lang.

The taxi soon screeched at a halt, making Jun realise that he had reached his venue tonight. His hand reached for the door's handle, as he pressed it hard to open it. His mind wasn't in a stable condition today and this terrified him. He was almost about to pass out due to the exhaustion of his recent missions which made him give up on is sleep and especially food. As he stepped out, the cold air hitting him as he pulled his coat tighter around him, trying to wrap all the heat he could. He looked around for some suspicious things and then looked at the venue in front of him. The venue was screaming lavish and expensive. As Jun walked over to the main ate for the entrance he looked over to security as he raised his brow. He put his hand in his back pocket of the coat as he pulled out a very significant looking letter and handed it to him. He went through it quickly and moved aside and Jun walked through.

Soon as he entered he glanced at the familiar faces, too many models and too many big reputation ass people. He recognised them all in a span of 5 minutes only. he walked over to a table and sat down, his eyes still searching for something or someone. A water walked over to him and bent down to him giving Jun an offer to accept a wine glass. But ignoring the wine glasses his hand reactively picked up the glass of soft drinks. He knew how hard it was for him to handle alcohol and wine, especially in his missions so he always chose soft drinks. As he took a small sip of the coke, his eyes finally met the person who he had come here for tonight. His eyes pierced onto the male's as a quiet whisper left his mouth.

"There you are Cheng Lang."

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I will mostly keep the chapters short bcoz I have less time to write but I hope you'll enjoy this!!

And yes, I won't be using his real age in this book, bcoz I want to display him as young and skilled.

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