Aaron flew to that address. It was but a very small coastal house with a single bedroom. The place did not have any kind of decoration at all. He went in and checked all the walls and the floor. 'This place looked like no one lived in here.'
Taking a deep breath, his calmed down his raging anger. Taking out his phone, he made a swift call to haze. "This address is fake. Did you find anything?"
"The documentation said that he lived in the eastern village until he was eighteen and moved to the city for his higher education. He does not have a property under his name except that place. I believe even his name is fake,"
"Then find out his real identity!" he shouted, cutting the call.
He could feel an enormous amount of light emitting from his body. A throbbing migraine hit his head. Closing his eyes, Aaron thought of his lover. His mind conjured up the worst evert possibility.
His kang, dead and broken with blood flowing out of his body.
