Chapter 2: MY SO CALLED FRIEND

"WERE DIFFERENT BECAUSE WERE PEOPLE BORN WITH IMPERFECTIONS," FROM ME. TO YOU.

Hei Bao entered his personal bathroom to take a bath again. He first took off the blood stained robe and threw it in the trash before stepping inside the shower. He then turned on the faucet after setting the normal temperature of the water.

He closed his eyes and raised his head to let the water run down his face and clean his victim's disgusting blood. After his bath, he then took a new robe and wore it before stepping out of the bathroom. Hei Bao then made his way to the mini kitchen, holding his towel while wiping his hair dry and looking around his wine collection.

His eyes landed on the red wine and he lifted his hand to take it. Twisting the lid open, he poured his glass half and put the lid back again and left the wine on the counter top. Hei Bao made his way to the switch and turned on the lights. Darkness disappeared and the whole place was filled with bright lights. He walked again and stopped for a minute. He took a glance at the scene before entering his personal office with a blank face.

Hei Bao sat down and laid his back on his black swivel chair, holding his wine and taking a sip from time to time. His dry throat swallowed the wine, burning his heart down to his stomach. The quiet surroundings were erupted by the sudden loud sound coming from the telephone on his table, connected to the phone in the lobby. He picked it up and heard the female voice who works in the reception area, Chu Yan.

Chu Yan is part of the wolf pack and looks up at their leader, Hei Bao, the boss of the company she works at.

"Good evening Boss, sorry if I disturbed you. I just want to tell you that Sir Cheung Qi is here and asking for you, "Chu Yan softly said and waited for her boss's reply.

"Tell him to come up here. One more thing, tell him to bring at least 3 cleaners, "he calmly replied and cut the call.

"He said, you can go up now and bring some cleaners with you, like 3 is enough," Chu Yan said, wearing her shy smile. He thanked her and walked to the elevator. He went to the 50th floor, where his so-called boss was. The elevator door opened after a minute and I walked through the dimly lit hallway. When Cheung Qi reached Hei Bao's office door, he pushed the door open and was greeted by such a sight. His eyes widened in shock.

"What the actual fuck?!" he half shouted, cursing, eyes wider than the legs of the girls he slept with. He swore to God that this cousin of his was really ruthless. Cheung Qi closed the door and started to walk over to the scene. As he got closer and closer, the more curious and nervous he became. By then, he got a closer look. He let out a gasp.

'How the hell did he find her?' The door behind Cheung Qi creaked open, startling him a bit.

He glanced at the person who had just walked out the door with his face full of shock and disgust. Cheung Qi saw Hei Bao standing and leaning against the door frame with an indifferent expression and a glass of wine in his hand, watching him waiting for his reaction. He turned his head back again and looked at the scene in front of him. Hei Bao stared at the man crouching in front of Fei Nian's corpse.

"What? Want to take her home? " Hei Bao half-jokingly asked and took a sip of his wine with a devious smirk on his face. Seeing that Cheung Qi didn't show any interest, he continued talking. He frowned. Cheung Qi still stayed silent, staring at the dead body. He then continues talking nonsense. He walked and made his way to Cheung Qi. He thought of something funny and couldn't help but smirk again. Hei Bao stood beside the crouching man and patted Cheung Qi's shoulder two times.

"She's still fresh. Although her body is cold, her insides are still hot. You can still--"

Cheung Qi could not take it anymore and stopped him from saying more disgusting and nonsense things.

"Please--you're making me want to puke," Cheung Qi said, covering his own mouth with his left hand. After he said those words, he stood up and leveled with Hei Bao. Both had their own thoughts. And thus, the words 'do her till you dry' were left unsaid. Now that Hei Bao saw the other's reaction, he shrugged and walked to the couch. He was about to sit down when he saw his blood stained phone still lying on the blood stained couch. His face turned blue and purple, twisted with disgust, almost making him puke.

"Aiyah.. those cleaners are like turtles, always running late at times like this," Hei Bao said, shaking his head left and right with a tsk. However, Cheung Qi just stood there unrooted, staring at Fie Nian's corpse sprawled on the cold ground, swimming in her own blood. Hei Bao turned his head to look.

"What are you standing there for?" This time, Hei Bao used his icy voice. Noticing that Cheung Qi didn't even budge a little, he was about to call him again when a knock on the door echoed in the quiet room. They both turned their heads to look over the door, then their gazes met again. Cheung Qi nodded and walked over to open the door, as if understanding Hei Bao's look and his eyes.

"The turtles are here. It looks like the hare has fallen asleep under the three again, "Hei Bao.

"...." Cheung Qi opened the door and there revealed three men in black, one of them carrying a big black bag.

Cheung Qi ordered and told them what to do before walking back and standing beside Hei Bao. They watched those men in black put Fei Nian's body inside the bag in silence. After they cleaned up the ground, the window and checked the bathroom, two men in black walked over to them.

The other one cleaned the couch and took the phone, before walking back to the other man who was holding a black plastic bag. The other one, who walked over and stopped in front of them, knelt on his one knee. As if he was worshiping a God, his Lord. The two men in black stayed and stood behind us, faces serious with a bit of nervousness. Cheung Qi's phone rang, so he excused himself and went out the door.

"Greetings, My Lord," the man in black, named Gou Feng, said, his voice a little hoarse. With his head down, his silver white hair fell down too, showing off his beautiful long eyelashes. Gou Feng is one of Hei Bao's most trusted men in the pact. He is an outstanding gentleman and is always serious. This handsome young man was saved by Hei Bao when he was little. Hei Bao happened to find him in the dark street on his way home.

His clothes were torn, he had bruises all over his body and was crying uncontrollably. His face was wet with tears and snots. Hei Bao felt something in his heart, but he didn't know what it was. He stopped his car and slid down the window.

He told Gou Feng to shut up with his deep and cold voice, scaring the poor kid. Gou Feng stopped crying and wiped his face with his torn clothes. He stared at the man inside the car, who was staring at him too. His wet blue eyes screamed for help and silent sobs.

"Get in," Hei Bao said, scaring the kid even more. Hei Bao sighed and tried to make his voice soft before repeating his words.

"Get in. I won't hurt you. Instead, this Gege will help you. "Hei Bao. After many years of training, time flew fast. Now, the kid who once cried pitifully has grown into a tall, well-built, handsome young man. He drank Hei Bao's blood and became one of the wolves' pact. He swore to always be loyal and never turn his back on his savior, his Gege.

"Rise." Hei Bao commanded. Gou Feng stood up but his head was still down. Although he does'nt fear anything, Hei Bao is an exception. That hasn't changed since he was a kid, nor will it change in the future. He'll always be afraid of Hei Bao. Gou Feng straightened his back and wore his serious face again.

The two men in black standing behind Gou Feng flinched. Adams' apple bobbed up and down. Their chest tightened as their hearts beat faster and faster, but they remembered their composition and stood still. Hei Bao's eyes were straight behind Gou Feng.

His eyes first landed on this brown-eyed person with gray hair. It was Shen Jiu. Shen Jiu, who was holding the plastic bag, unconsciously gripped the bag tighter. The other one was named Huan Zhen. His hands on his back were sweating and even his forehead. It tickled down to his neck and got dissolved by the clothes.

To be continued.