Love Me Harder, Mr. Fu - Chapter 78

Ten other men march inside the warehouse with their weapons in their hands. “Now you watch how we will break every part of your body!” the big man snarl, slowly rising from the ground. He hisses at the pain in his gut which Zichen gave. “Kill them boys!” he orders the ten other men. Without missing any second, all of the fellows run, launching towards Zichen. Before they can raise their attacks on him, flying kicks welcome their faces from their side. They veer up to find big men in black suits, looking clean and polished as if they are out for a business meeting.

“You know what to do, right?” Zichen demands, eyeing the fellows on the ground and to his men. They nod in unison, charging themselves on the fellows. Zichen’s men are double the size of the abductors, they will crush them in the blink of an eye. While the seven handle the ten, Zichen cracks up with the two main fellows. Taking a baseball bat from the ground, the red hair man dashes himself straight at Zichen.

“You piece of shit!” he gripes, raising the bat to hit him but Zichen grips his wrist and twists it backward. The bat falls on the ground but no care about it as they both lock their eyes and glares at each other. Before the red hair man can think of anything, Zichen charges forward, punching him straight at his nose and a knee kick in his stomach making the man groan in pain.

Meanwhile, Rong untangles the rope on her hands and legs. Zichen told him earlier that after freeing Shi Lian, they will run to where their car and wait for him to come back. “Let’s go, Miss Mo!” he tells Shi Lian. She gets up but a rising pain kicks her in the ankles. Noticing her falter, Rong asks with concern, “Miss Mo, are you okay? Can you run?”

She cannot fall behind in a situation like this. She nods, forcing herself to stand. She kicks out the heels from her feet, her bare feet touching the dusty floor. She looks over to Zichen who is fighting restlessly. For whom? Her? Why? Her heart clenches the moment he appeared and the liking she had for him has immensely increased. He came when she needed him the most. She does not want to leave him alone. How selfish will she appear if she just runs away letting him fight for her?

“Miss, let’s go!” Rong says loudly, holding her hand but she is standing still, looking at Zichen.

“I-I cannot leave him alone,” she says, her eyes on him. “We cannot leave him alone!” she tells Rong, facing him. He shakes his head, growing impatient.

“Sir will come. He has planned everything. Right now, your safety is the most important. So let’s go!” he explains but Shi Lian is still unsure.

As if hearing their conversation, Zichen says over his shoulder, “Go! Don’t worry about me!” Turning his head, he locks his eyes with her, signaling her that he will be fine. Her chin trembled as she controls herself from not crying. Why is he risking his life for her? Why? “Go!” he orders sternly, making both of them startle.

Slowly nodding, she gestures Rong to proceed. Gripping her wrist, he led her to the front door, aiming not to come in the eyes of one of the men. Going from behind the bars and barrels, they finally reach the front door. But suddenly, one of the abductors appears in front of them, blocking g their way. “Where do you are going?” he barks, inching forward. “Ouch!” he cries as the pain reacts from where he got kicked. Shi Lian kicks him in the groin without wasting any time and he quivers as the pain shoots up.

“You deserve it!” she kicks him again in his stomach and the man falls. They both escape through the door as the man lays quivering in the ground.

They run and run and run under the black sky with no stars today. Shi Lian’s bare feet touch the cold earthy ground, bushes brushing past her calves as she runs. She falters as something stabs in her feet but she did not have time to look into it. They need to get out of here before someone comes to catch them again. Running and gasping for air, Rong finally manages to find the car. Still gripping her wrist, they run towards the car. Shi Lian looks back one more time to ensure that no one is after them.

“He will be fine, right?” Shi Lian requests as air enters inside her mouth making her throat drier. He says nothing. Finally reaching where the car stands, he let go of her hand and breath harder. Trying to steady himself, he takes longer dives of breath and lets out the same. Then, turning towards Shi Lian who is gasping as well, he says, “It’s a piece of cake for him. He will be more than fine.” What does that mean? He sounded like his boss does that on daily basis. She didn’t ask further questions and just give him a tight smile.

“Miss!” Gui exclaims jumping out of the car with tears and concern and relief in his eyes. “Miss you came. You came. You came” he holds both her hands and cries, his body shaking. He must have been so worried. If something would have happened to Shi Lian, Mo Zheng Yuan wouldn’t let him off.

“I am here, Gui” she assures her, patting his shoulder. “Everything will be fine,” she tells him. The old man’s body is still shaking, he looks up and gives her a wide smile, nodding continuously.

Rong talks with the driver, pointing him to the warehouse as if there is more to do. Turning the attention back to the abandoned warehouse, she cannot stop worrying. Her heart is pounding with the fear still creeping inside her. If something happened to him, she can never forgive herself. Even though Rong assured her that nothing will happen to him, her heart won’t be at ease if she does not see him right in front of her.

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Meanwhile, all the abductors are taken care of. Looking around the horrifying scene, the big man gulps down the fear that is rolling off him. Zichen’s ruthlessly killed him. Their way of technique is cruel and merciless that a normal citizen cannot bear to watch it. the abductors’ hands were cut off, one of theirs ears has been torn apart and a few of them have only broken and crushed bone inside them. The big man is still alive and he wonders why. His partner is hanged in the air with the help of wires, blood spilling from his head, his face, and everywhere. His eyes are closed but he is still alive.

“Who told you to do that?” Zichen deep voice startles him. He turns around and finds him sitting on the chair, staring at him with his icy cold eyes. The man gulps again but he did not answer. He will be killed here for sure even if he tells the person’s name. looking from the corner of his eyes, he tries to find any escape but Zichen’s men are all around. “Who told you to do that?” he asks more sternly.

“I won’t tell you!” he barks and in the blink of an eye, his knees drop to the ground. He turns his head back and sees one of the men gawking at them from his black glasses. “You want to kill me? Kill me then but I won’t tell you the name!” he challenges, giving him a sly smile. Another kick in the back of his spine.

“Not so soon, F4,” Zichen says calmly, way too calmly. It’s the calm before the storm. The guard backs away from him just an inch, following his order.

“What? Afraid to kill me?” the kidnapper laughs, his bald head shiny and sweaty. “Who are you, anyway?”

Zichen smirks, crossing his leg. He says nothing and waits for something to happen, something he knows sure to happen. The guard from behind stabs hundreds of needles from his neck to the back, just above his ass, and the man yelps. “Ahhhhh!” he yells, the needles boring into his skin, making him unable to move. Even if he jerks a little, the pain will be tremendous. “What are you doing!” he cries, tears wetting his rough cheeks.

“Telling you who he is” the guard whisper in his ear, making the hair in his body rise. He then shifts and takes something out from his pocket. taking out a small pocket knife, he rips off the shirt from the kidnapper’s body, the needles still inside him. The needles are aligned in a pattern-making space for his next show. The cold metal skin of the knife touches his bare skin and the steels. Before he can think of something, the guard digs the knife inside him and slowly starts carving. The kidnappers cry, yells but no one is there to help them.

after the carving is done he backs away to take a look at what he did. Feeling satisfying he nods, feeling amused. “It’s better than before, Prince,” he says. Zichen smirks at the pitiful man who lays helpless there.

“Prince?” the kidnappers blurts. “Who is he?” he asks, but the more he moves the more pain rises.

Leaning closer, the guard whispers in his ear, “He is the Prince of Underworld.” The man’s eyes go wide and he realizes he has stopped breathing.