In the middle of the street where the old couple used to live, there were over 40 young delinquents roaming around. It was as if they were waiting for something --for someone.
Zed was smoking in the corner, his other hand holding a baseball bat. He kept swinging the bat in the air like it was a piece of bread.
"What's up! Dickhead?!" From afar, Hao Xuan was standing with an axe on his left hand. On his right hand was a long-nosed plier. His eyes stared at the guys behind Zed as if murdering them in his mind.
"Shit! It's Hao Xuan!" one of Zed's people screamed and dropped the metal pipe he was holding. It clanged on the ground. Just by seeing Hao Xuan standing there alone, some of the guys could almost pee their pants.
"Zed! You fucker! You never told us that Hao Xuan would be here!"
"I'm not doing this anymore!"
Voices followed by another rang inside Zed's ears. He too had no idea why one of the Huangs duo was present in the said gang war.
"Boys! I think we got the wrong place!" Zed tried to sound cool while giving Hao Xuan his inferior behavior to avoid ruckus with the King's cousin. Just as he said that, the guys started to turn their backs on Hao Xuan as if it was really necessary to leave the place as earlier as possible.
"No you're not, assholes"
Hearing that voice, almost half of the guys dropped their knees unto their feet.
It was the King's voice, and not just his usual voice. The voice he was making was deep, full of hatred, hunger and revenge. Huang Yibo was standing behind the boys, the opposite direction where his cousin was standing. An ambush for Zed's people.
Yibo was holding a baseball bat covered with spiky barbwire. His other hand was ready to get the stun gun on his pocket anytime.
"Seriously?!" one of Zed's people yelled as he saw the weapons the Huangs were carrying. Most of the boys got only metal pipes, 2x2 inches wood, some swiss knives, arnis and baseball bats on their hands. The weapons that the Huangs carried were too deadly which makes you question whether the duo weren't afraid to get into jail or not.
"When you enter a war, you're not thinking of bringing weapons that aren't too deadly knowing that you're risking your life in the fight, aren't you?" Hao Xuan smirked and put the plier inside his pocket. He wrapped his necktie on his knuckles. Yibo did the same thing.
Zed panicked in the inside, What the fuck is the king doing here?! Was it him who called for the gang war?!
"Boss! Why don't we just surrender? It's not too late to admit defeat yet." one of Zed's people suggested.
Hearing the last sentence, Zed sneered as if admitting defeat would never be the answer to his prayers. He needed not to pretend anymore. Yibo found out already.
"Who's scared of you?! Huh?!" He yelled. His hand holding a plain baseball bat pointing towards Yibo. The bad boy kept his reaction unreadable and calm.
"This motherfucker knew that Zan's grandpa is Zan's grandpa. When I knew that Zan was being bullied when he was a kid because of the old couple, I traced the kid's background. And that kid's name was Yu Zed " Hao Xuan said, the blade on his axe shone brightly. Zed panicked and clenched his weapon.
"Of course it was no accident that he killed the old man. After that complaining thing, when grandpa came to them, Zed immediately recognized the old man. And bang! He shot him and pretended that he was surprised from the old man's approach. Easy to convince everyone, right?" Hao Xuan added.
"You think you'll get away with this?" Yibo asked, eyes on his deadly bat.
"S-shut up!! You're here to fight, yeah?!" Zed yelled and ran towards Yibo. Dusts flying and dancing in the wind. Yelling and shouting guys were everywhere. A chaos has begun. The Huangs fought like serial killers. Giving hits and receiving hits. Thirty people joined the war after ten minutes, they were on the Huangs' side. It was a bloody fight, Yibo didn't even care if he'd kill someone. He was outrageous and unstoppable. Everytime he swings that bat, he remembers Zan's miserable face, his lover's tears and sufferings. He knew that doing this kind of thing would never make Zan happy. He also prepared himself for being hated by Zan once this incident get reported to the locals. He prepared himself for Zan abandoning him.
In his mind, I just have to kill Zed and it would be okay. Zan would be safe!
After half an hour, Zed's team lost. No one died but most of them got brutally beaten.
"You... cough!.. M-mother... fucker..." Zed clenched his teeth. His mouth puking blood, his face heavily bruised. Hao Xuan and Yibo were thought taekwondo when they were kids. Being good in the fight were never rumors, they were real fighters. They only got few cuts and bruises on their faces. Hao Xuan spat on the gound and dropped the axe. He never really used the blade duing the fight. He only used the back portion of the blade. Choosing the weapon was a very good choice bcause only few got the courage to attack him during the war. They feared for their lives and they'd better not fight the lunatic one.
"Chop! Chop! Time to go home for those who have wives waiting at their front door!" Hao Xuan yelled and took a cigar from his pocket. He smoked for a while and chuckled at Yibo, "You look horrible"
He kicked Zed's back to make sure the bald guy passed out. Yibo gave him a real beating that he almost looked dead.
"I gotta go first, not going home yet?" Hao Xuan asked his cousin and took the cigar on his mouth.
Yibo gulped the lump inside his throat and licked his lips, "I'm not ready to face Zan right now"
"Tch! He'll forgive you. Trust me" Hao Xuan reassured.
"How would you know?" Yibo frowned.
"Because YangJi will forgive me no matter what I do." The naughty guy responded.
"Bullshit! And what does it have to with me and Zan?!"
"Woah easy! Because logically speaking..." Hao Xuan paused and smirked, "...YangJi loves me and he'll only get mad at me. And you, brother Zan loves you. And trust me, he's way more good hearted than my angel"
Aftert that conversation, Hao Xuan left his cousin and went home, at Jiyang's home.
Yibo sighed and punched the huge trashcan behind him. He was anxious and scared of what might Zan think. He was worried whether he should go home tonight or spend the rest of the day away from home, away from Zan. It was getting dark and Yibo decided to take a few smoke.
His phone rang and he saw Zan's name on the screen. He ended the call and finished smoking. He received 10 missed calls and 20 messages, all from Zan.
He decided to pick up the eleventh call, "Yes?"
"Where are you?" Zan's voice sounded worried on the other line.
"I'm... Uh... hanging out with some friends right now. What's up?" Yibo chuckled awkwardly.
"Are you not coming home yet?" Clueless Zan asked while biting his bottom lip.
"Erm... I'll call you when I get home. I need to hang up for now-"
"Yibo!"
Surprised, Yibo's heart skipped a beat. Zan sounded desperate as if he was scared that Yibo would hang up on him.
"What is it, baby?" Yibo's gentle voice made him even more guilty and powerless.
"I...uhm... I'm sorry for earlier. I was not really feeling good and I feel bad for ignoring you the whole day." Zan paused for a while and cleared his throat.
"P-please don't be mad at me anymore and uhm... I... I miss you already...ahem!-" Zan covered his face using his hand and blushed, "-will you please come home now? I wanna see you."
Fuck! Yibo mentally cursed. One could tell that the older on the other line was sniffing and feeling guilty. Yibo could imagine Zan crying desperately on the other line.
"Please come home, Yibo" Zan begged. He added, "Let's talk, please"
Yibo's chest felt so heavy that he wanted to shout his lungs out. He wanted to curse and punch everything. He looked at Zed who was lying on the ground like a corpse. A scene flashed on his mind, Zan getting crazy because of the horrible sight of Yibo. Those scared eyes full of hatred staring at him. Those eyes judging him like he was a murderer. He was afraid to see and meet those eyes again.
"Yibo? Are you still with me?" Zan's trembling voice spoke on the other line.
"I'll call you back" Yibo said hopelessly and ended the call. He slammed his phone on the ground and clutched his hair.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He cursed, his saliva spitting everywhere.
"Now what?" he asked himself while staring at Zed blankly.
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