Wen Honglin cut the call before his subordinate could respond to his warning, leaning back on his chair. For some reason, he suddenly stood up and swiped his hands across the table, throwing things from the table on the floor.
His secretary rushed in with a puzzled expression, looking at the mess on the floor. "Sir?"
He growled at the sight of the unwanted figure, finally banging his table with a loud thud. "GET OUT!"
The secretary jumped out of fright, her instincts kicking in as she bolted out of the room in a flash. Unfortunately, the documents she carried was also dropped on the floor with a loud thud reverberating across the cold quiet office.
Honglin was awakened with the sound, finally coming to his senses and aware that he just lost control of his emotions. He exhaled and smoothened his purple suit, grabbing his car keys before he left the office.
He drove aimlessly around the city for a while before he noticed a car following him. As he looked through the rear view mirror, he saw the black car had disappeared. Just to be safe, he left the lonely road to enter a busier one.
Satisfied, he continued to drive until he reached an intersection where cars had also stopped. After a while, the red traffic light had changed to green so he started his car but he realised that the car in front of him had not moved!
Impatient, he began to horn but the car still didn't move. He immediately became cautious and locked the car trying to steer it to another lane. But he discovered that he couldn't move no matter what he did. What he didn't know was that his car was already attached to a hook to the car in front of him!
Another car had come behind him hitting his car with a force that had him hit his steering wheel. One look at the rear view mirror told him that that another black car had come after him. It had also attached his car with a hook.
Slowly, both cars started to move forward, the one in the front dragging him and the one in the back pushing him. Opening his center console, he brought out a silver pistol and opened his car door. Ignoring the car's momentum, he jumped out of the car and rolled on the asphalt road.
He did not look back but ran across the street. The two cars stopped moving but no one had come out of the cars. Honglin avoided the alleys and continued running, occasionally stopping cars. He finally stopped, catching his breath behind some shops.
He froze and raised his gun when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. The man twisted his hand that held his gun in an awkward angle until he could no longer hold it, letting it fall on the floor.
He spun around and threw a punch at his attacker. Seeing him dodge, he raised his leg to deliver a kick at the man's stomach making him grunt. The man was lean and pale with a trail of blood on the corner of his thin lips.
"Enough." The man said before he used his elbow to hit Honglin's face then slammed him on the floor, giving lethal kicks to his body making him groan. Two men ran to him, panting and exhausted.
"We are sorry, sir. We lost him." They reported, unaware of the body on the floor. One of them finally saw him and stood upright.
"Carry him." The leader said indifferently, not looking at his men dragging Honglin's body across the floor to one of the car.
He heard the door open and saw two figures enter the room. They stood in front of him in silence, and he dropped his head in pain.
The man sat on a chair and brought out a cigarette, lighting it before bringing it to his lips. The woman by his side furrowed her eyes but did not say anything. After a few puffs, he said "Begin."
She bowed her head then a stepped forward. The only light in the room sparkled on the table which contained multiple torture weapons. She picked up a metal ring that encircled her four fingers modifying it into claws.
Honglin heard the approaching footsteps and raised his head. "What do you want? You won't get any ransom."
She smiled, stepping into the light. "I don't want any ransom. This isn't about ransom, its punishment."
Honglin ġrȯȧnėd when several punches landed on his stomach. The ring on her hand poked holes on his abdomen. The next thing he felt was extreme pain when he felt something heavy land on his fingers making him scream.
The man in the background whistled happily as he smoked in intervals, alternating between watching the show and smoking. He looked at the young man on the chair full of blood from his stomach and his mouth.
He felt a certain excitement from the sight, something that reminded him of the time he killed his mother. Carved her with nothing but a scissors.
Wait, was that his sister?
The woman that was holding a hammer ceased her movement when she heard him laugh. "Master?"
"Nothing is wrong, continue."
She was about to lift the hammer again when she heard her victim say. "Let me go now. Right this instant."
She scoffed, dropping her hammer on his left index finger. When he refused to make even a sound, she laughed. "As I said Mr. Wen, this isn't a kidnapping. Its punishment because you humiliated someone you shouldn't have. You went against someone you shouldn't have. You wanted to kill someone you shouldn't have. And you, Mr. Wen need to learn to lower your pride. It is the only thing that will save your life."
The man laughed quietly, ignoring the pain that threatened to consume him. "Lower my pride? Save my life? You filthy thing, do you really know who I am?"