Caught you, Little Fish

1.1

Han Liwei was roused awake by the feeling of scratchy sheets rubbing against his skin and the jarring sound of construction work coming from outside the window. 

Bang. Thud. Boom. Ugh. He blinked away his sleepiness and stretched his sore limbs, relaxing slightly as he stared dazedly at his clean body and bandaged wounds, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Yesterday night he had a meeting with an overseas representative of his company from Italy, Mister Walters, that bastard. Everything was a blur after that dinner, but he could vaguely recall a few masked faces and the feeling of gravel piercing into his skin. He got beaten up pretty badly from the looks of it. 

Someone had come, a skinny figure, probably an adolescent. Somehow they saved him. 

Vaguely, he could recall warm fingertips and a gentle touch, but the memory of the contemptible face of Walters disrupted his calm mood.

His expression darkened. He scanned the room for his clothes, heart brewing in icy anger with each passing second. 

He found his battered up suit folded neatly on the foot of the bed. There was a note stuffed in the coat pocket. It explained his situation in terse and concise sentences, seemingly written in a hurry.

"Yesterday, you were beaten up by a group of thugs in the side alleyway. I've bandaged you up, but take care of yourself in the future," Han Liwei softly read the contents of the note under his breath, folding it and placing it back into his coat pocket when he was finished.

What a straightforward person, he thought to himself as he searched his pants for his phone. The screen was cracked, but there was no other problems except for the dying battery. Han Liwei dialled Zhu Qiu, his secretary, and told him his location without delay.

"Room sixty-seven, Anxin Hotel. Come immediately."

He hung up without receiving a response, brushing his dishevelled hair back with one hand to reveal striking features and sharp eagle-like eyes. Sitting back down onto the bed and massaging his throbbing temples, his handsome face was marred with annoyance and fury.

Twenty minutes later, a red-faced Zhu Qiu and five bodyguards burst into the room into a hurry.

"Sir! Oh, thank god you are all right. I've already contacted Doctor Cheng. Is there anything wrong? Any pains, any rips or tears? I know some emergency first aid-"

Han Liwei shot him a stifling glance, stopping Zhu Qiu mid-rant.

"Investigate who checked into this room yesterday night," he said shortly.

Zhu Qiu looked at him with bemused eyes but nodded his head in affirmation.

"Zhu Qiu, send that Mister Walter a message. He no longer needs to consider himself an employee of Jaizu Technologies. Appoint Mister Fiore as chief in his place," his eyes flashed with an ominous light as he clenched his fist, "Afterwards, crush him."

Han Liwei's eyes were as dark as the night sky, and just as unfathomable. No one could read his thoughts as he limped his way to the car. 

When he was seated and could finally relax, he gently took the note out of his suit pocket, and inspected the sharp and messy handwriting, unknown feelings igniting in his heart as he remembered yesterday night. Warm, everything was so warm despite his body hurting all over.

"Yes sir," Zhu Qiu calmly ordered one of the bodyguards to deal with the hotel staff and then hopped into the car himself. He greeted the chauffeur since his boss seemed out of his mind, and rubbed his temples as he opened his laptop.