When the right time comes

12

The knife on his throat tightened more as Hong Chan gulped due to the fear he had felt. 

“Give it to me, or this thing will slit open your neck!” 

The person who showed only his eyes threatened him, pressing him hard onto the walls of the parking area. 

His eyes seethed flame and Hong Chan trembled like a leaf, trapped in between the wall and the man who was considerably shorter and weaker than him or as it seems. Maybe that was why he pushed the man away and tried his luck on running in that wee hour. 

But soon he understood it was the worst decision he took when the dagger of the said man shoved down his throat. 

“You like it the hard way, huh?” 

The man had a mask. That is why nobody saw him smirking. He kicked the dead Hong Chan, flipping him on to the stomach. Pulling the suit up from the back of the dead body, the man took out a bundle of documents tucked on the belts of Hong Chan. 

“Hey! What's happening there?” 

The man jolted, quickly hiding the documents in his lapel. He didn't turn around but picked up the suitcase of the dead - which had nothing but air -  and threw it fast on Jingyu, the source of voice. 

In a blink of an eye, as Jingyu dodged the attack, the man had disappeared behind the entrenchment of the bar's extended parking lot. 

He cursed under breath and ran a considerable distance hoping to catch the culprit but to no avail. There was not even a single trace of the man he had followed. 

Jingyu panted hard, remembering again to go to gym and went back giving a call to the cops. 

For him, the day wasn't as pleasant as he thought. Jingyu was there to see that new bartender boy but he wasn't there and now he had witnessed a murder too. Not that it could traumatise him but definitely made disappointed. 

Jingyu had nothing to do but to go back home after giving statements to the cops. He may have to be there in further investigation but it was fun especially when he had nothing fun to do beside maintaining the resort in his name.

     When he returned, his home was as usual silent. Entering inside, the first thing he had done was checking on Xiao Zhan. 

Unlike the other days, he could see a slight smile on Xiao Zhan's sleeping face and it made him smile too. It has been many days since he saw one on his gege's face. 

He hadn't yet wet himself down there on the day and so, slowly made his way inside Xiao Zhan's room, intending to sit beside his gege who was sleeping peacefully. 

As he passed past the unwashed clothes of Xiao Zhan in the basket, a sudden anger boiled inside him. His sensitive nose had picked up a smell that didn't belong to him and his gege but definitely someone else whom Jingyu can't forget.

Gritting his teeth, he picked up the clothes Xiao Zhan put on laundry after coming from the park and smelled it like a maniac. There is no way he would forget the nightmares the owner of the smell caused him. It had perfectly blended with Xiao Zhan's smell and it drove Jingyu crazy.  

He heaved. Xiao Zhan saw Yibo behind his back? They were still in touch? He was almost sure about it but he can wait until the morning, can't he? 

Jingyu shut the door silently behind him, leaving for his room. Unlike Xiao Zhan who had a good sleep after months, Jingyu was sleepless, pacing to and fro in his room. 

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The man who ran all the way through the cross lanes to the slum stopped on his tracks near a garbage pile. He hurriedly took off his clothes and gloves to push them into a trash bag. The last thing he pulled out was the mask and he cried in pain when the silver piercing on top of his ear stuck in the loose strands of it.