"What is this?" Yuan Heng asked his friend, as he pointed to a hard red creature. It had claws, that looked more like they would pinch you rather than scratch you, and whiskers that were also red. "Can you even eat it? It's so hard."
"It's a lobster." Bohai replied, grabbing one. He used a tool near the container to crack open a leg of the lobster, revealing a delicious white meat. The scent was enough to convince Yuan Heng to eat it, as he eagerly took a bit from Bohai's plate.
Upon seeing that Heng liked the food, Bohai eagerly gave him his plate. He wasn't a big fan of lobsters, much like his grandfather.
Being reminded of his grandfather, Bohai immediately shook his head. He hadn't thought of his family in years, yet now he was being constantly reminded of them. He didn't like it. He didn't like the anger that swelled within him when he saw the flashbacks of his past.
"Thwis wis swo gwood!" Heng spoke as he chewed on the yummy meat. With his free hand, he help up a thumbs up to show his friend how good it was.
Seeing Heng reminded Bohai of his hunger. Eager to distract himself from his nostalgia, he turned to eat some of the food as well. After all, it'd be a waste to not eat anything when it was all free!
Bohai grabbed another plate and filled it with multiple familiar foods. A rainbow of delicious food sat on his plate when he finally got everything that he wanted to eat. Turning to leave with a banana in his mouth, Bohai stumbled into an old man. Causing several items from his plate to drop.
"Hey!" Bohai yelled. Frustrated at remembering things he didn't want to remember, Bohai disregarded the importance of not causing a scene in this prestigious place. But he refused to let this matter go seeing that the old man had ignored him completely. "I'm talking to you, you Old Fart!" Bohai snapped.
His taunt seemed to work, as the old man slowly began to turn around. With a piece of a chicken leg in his hand and mouth, the old man glared at the clueless teenage boy. But instantly, the glare disappeared once the old man saw who was standing in front of him. His angry face changed in a second to one that was beyond shocked. He was so surprised, that he even began to choke on his own chicken!
A silent coughing fit came from the old man as he began to choke on his food. His face slowly turned an ashen white. Bohai, who had yelled at the geezer out of spite, immediately changed his attitude and roughly pat the man's back. After a few hits, the chicken was spit out.
"Are you okay Gramps?" Bohai asked worriedly. He was afraid that in such a noble place, he would have the murder of this old man dropped on him. Even though he had no part of it!
"C-C-C-C-Chen Bohai!" The old man exclaimed. His eyes wider than when he had been choking. He stared at the young man before him. There was no mistaking it. The boy in front of him was Chen Bohai!
The previous worried attitude of Bohai disappeared instantly. The old man's words replayed in his head again, and again. Until finally, Bohai was sure of what the old man had called him. His lifeless black eyes now matched an apathetic face, as he held onto the knife that had fallen from his plate and pointed it mercilessly at the old man.
"How can this be?" The old man asked in awe, ignoring the obvious killing intent the boy was emitting. "The entire Chen family was killed, so how?"
Yuan Peng, who had been keeping an extra close eye on Bohai, reached something like enlightenment as he heard the old man's words. He had already known that Bohai came from nobility, his various talents couldn't belong to an average family. Even with multiple hints of evidence presented in front of him, Yuan Peng would've never been able to guess Bohai's true lineage. Never in a thousand years.
The ancient Chen clan, despite their numeral achievements through the centuries, had been executed ten years ago. Whether they were female or male, old or young, rich or poor, they all disappeared within a night. Anyone and everyone who had even a drop of blood related that related them to the Chen clan was brutally murdered.
"C-Chen?" Yuan Peng asked aloud. He was too shocked, that he hadn't even realized that another person had heard him.
At the same time that Yuan Peng had spoken aloud, Bohai started to move.
Holding the knife in his dominant hand, his left hand, he approached the old man. He was sure that the old man wasn't like what he had hypothesized. He was strong. He would be sure to kill him here, even if it meant giving up his peaceful life with the Yuan family.
An almost transparent aura coated around the knife, and the fingers that held the knife, as Bohai came for the old man's throat.