When Love Beckons Twice

A/N: This is a trigger warning as this chapter consists of violence that is not advisable to be read by minors or anyone who is not comfortable with such scenes. You are advised to skip the content after the warning line, if you are not of a suitable age (are a minor) or don't feel comfortable with such content.

In a dark corner of the street near the hospital, a man stood leaning against his car, with a cigarette in his hand. The muscles on his face looked tensed, and his eyes blank, that continued staring into the oblivion. 

He had taken one more drag when his phone rang and he pulled it out with a frown, but his expression soon started changing. He stopped leaning back and in a hoarse voice, he asked, "How did the surgery go?"

"It was successful, they are now just waiting for her to wake up." The man on the other end answered.

It was all that Wu Zhang needed to hear. He took one final drag from his cigarette before he threw it on the ground, next to the many cigarette butts that he had littered around in just a few hours. He stamped his feet on it before he turned around to sit in his car and drove off at a neck-breaking speed.

The car never slowed down until it reached an abandoned residential far away from the city, which looked like any other normal suburban area from the outside but was far away from it in reality— it was the kingdom of hell and it's king had returned.

As soon as his car stopped outside one of the houses, a man immediately rushed to open the door for him. Wu Zhang buttoned the front of his suit jacket after stepping out and walked straight inside with long strides.

He entered the elevator and one of the men accompanying him, without being told pressed the button which had B7 written on it. It was the lowest bas.e.m.e.nt level, and it carried the scariest of the activities here.

No one dared to speak a word as Wu Zhang walked out of the elevator like a majestic king who had stepped on to the face of the earth to let all hell break loose. He was right now carrying a heavy and cold aura with him, which didn't even let people breathe freely in his presence much less talk.

He entered a room that was dimly lit and carried a heavy metallic scent— it reeked of torture and pain. Men entered after him and found him seated on his black leather chair, leaning back with one of his hand supporting his chin and his right ankle placed on his left knee. His brown eyes looked really dark right now and all people present could only wish that it didn't fall on them.

"Bring her." Commanded Mo Xiu, Wu Zhang's uncle who managed the underworld on his behalf.

Soon after two men came dragging Fei Yan along with them, who at present looked horrendous. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn, which now barely covered any skin on her. Her swollen face had an imprint of a hand on it and various cuts from which blood drops were still seeping out and her once flawless skin now had uncountable bruises, some of which had turned blue and the rest black.

She was so tired and in so much pain, that she didn't even try to protest as the men dragged her. However, her lifeless eyes shone when she saw Wu Zhang; as if she had found her silver lining of hope.

As if some unknown source of energy had surged into her, she pushed the man on her right and leaped in Wu Zhang's direction. "Zhang you are her—"

Before Fei Yan could pounce on him, the other men standing nearby caught her and she flailed her limbs like a wild animal to get herself released. "Wu Zhang, I will kill you for doing this to me. How dare you try to hu—"

"Pak!" The man standing in front of her slapped her across her face hard, which immediately made her shut up.

Wu Zhang didn't care to open his mouth all the while the men dragged her until she was standing in front of him. One of the men then kicked her behind her knee and she slumped down on the ground with a thud.

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Wu Zhang looked at her and before she could retract herself back on her heels, he stood up and stepped forward to stand on her hands, making her grunt in pain.

"You seem to be in pain." When Fei Yan lifted her head to look at his tall frame, he looked down at her and asked again. "Does it hurt a lot?"

Fei Yan's lips were tightly pressed against each other and every muscle on her face was scrunched with pain, which clearly expressed how much did it hurt right then. The sharp heels of his shoes, combined with the weight of his own body, made her fingers feel like they would crack any moment. "Of course it does!" She hissed from between her teeth.

Wu Zhang added some more weight to his heel, rubbing it on her hand until he finally heard a cracking sound, that immediately got lost under Fei Yan's scream. "Aahh!"

That was her right hand, with which she had fired the bullet at Song Jia

Wu Zhang then stepped away and Fei Yan immediately pulled her hands back, rubbing and shaking them to reduce the pain. But before she could even soothe it, a man dragged her on the ground by her hair and pushed her head in a basin filled with some yellowish looking liquid. "Ughm—"

Fei Yan struggled in panic and flailed her arms to push the burly man away but, he continued standing there like steel. After a while, he pulled her out and Fei Yan coughed, reeking with a foul smell that made everyone cover their nose. 

"It's— it's urine! Don't do this to—" before she could finish her words, she was pushed in it again.

"What else did she do to her?" Wu Zhang who had gone back to sit in his chair asked one of the men who had later fetched the CCTV of the manor.