Catch Me If You Can

The Warlock

"Now we welcomes Mr. Wang Zhuo Cheng, to the stage for receiving the award."

The name announced.

Zhuo Cheng smiled at his best friend when he stood up from his seat.

"Congratulations. I'm happy for you." Xiao Zhan hugged his friend.

"Now go and get it." He tapped on Zhuo Cheng's back.

Zhuo Cheng nodded before he head towards the stage. There were applause everywhere. Xiao Zhan slowly sat down, clapping his hands proudly with so much happiness.

Zhuo Cheng is a professor in Philosophy. He got an award for his latest book about something that Xiao Zhan couldn't understand yet. But he was really happy for his friend.

Zhuo Cheng addressed the audience and he stood there for receiving his award.

"We welcomes our wonderful chief guest, the greatest talent, the amazing poet, Mr. Gao Chan to the stage for delivering the award and honoring our young talent Mr. Wang Zhuo Cheng."

Announcement came again and the hall filled with applauds again.

Xiao Zhan fixed his specs on his nose before he pull out his phone to capture those moments.

Zhuo Cheng received the award from that middle aged man and he spoke a few words to the audience. Xiao Zhan gave a thumbs up for his friend.

"We kindly request Mr. Gao Chan to speak a few words to the audience, please Sir,"

The chief guest stepped in front of the mic. The middle aged bald man smiled to the audience before he lean to the mic.

"Hello everyone, This is a wonderful occasion. I'm really glad to be here on this stage right now and the........."

SWISHHHHHhhhh......

In a blink of an eye a card flew through the air and cut the throat of the poet. Blood sprayed from his neck and everyone gasped before screaming.

Xiao Chan immediately stood up from his chair with shock and he looked back to from where the card came. But the people were all scared and scattered.

Xiao Zhan immediately ran towards the poet. Zhuo Cheng and a few people there were holding his body.

Zhuo Cheng looked at Xiao Zhan with his terrified eyes and he shook his head in a 'no'.

The poet is dead.

Xiao Zhan turned and looked at that scattering crowd. He pressed the device on his ear.

"Close the doors and No body is going out. Check everyone." Xiao Zhan commanded to his subordinates.

His eyes scanned the scared crowd. The screamings and cries were filled the room.

Xiao Zhan's eyes dropped at each and every faces and suddenly he spotted someone.

In the middle of those freaked out people, someone stood on his heals, Facing Xiao Zhan.