"Mom..” Wang Yong finally let out a sound.
His mom, finally realizing Wang Yong was in front of him, looked him dead in the eye, with anger, loudly said. “Shut up. YOU ARE NOT MY SON. I should just kill you. COME HERE YOU F*CKING MURDERER!!!”
Wang Yong's mother can use Water Power, and she can use the same ability as Wang Liang. However, it was weaker than Wang Liang. But she did what she thought first in her mind. Kill Wang Yong
So she raised her hands, and a ball of water appeared in front of her, swirling like a little storm. With a quick motion, she sent the water flying toward Wang Yong, trying to hit him in it.
But she missed! The water splashed onto the wall beside Wang Yong, soaking the floor, and even Wang Yong's leg.
Wang Yong’s eyes widened in shock. He tear up, and stepped back, his hands in the air. “Mom, stop! I didn’t mean to do it!” he said, his voice shaking. “I didn’t meant to kill brother!”
But his mom didn’t listen. Her face was red, and her eyes were full of tears. “Shut up!! You MURDERER. Look at what you did!!!! Tell me this is not you who kill MY BOYY!!!” she cried, then turned toward the open window and shouted, “Help!!! Someone help us!”
Her voice was so loud that it echoed off the walls. Wang Yong froze. The neighbors were definitely listening now.
“Mom, please, stop yelling!” Wang Yong begged, his voice almost breaking.
But his mom just kept shouting. “Help! Somebody stop him!” she cried again.
Wang Yong’s heart pounded. He didn’t want anyone to come in and see this. His eyes darted to the table, where Wang Liang’s motorbike keys glinted under the light. With teary eyes, he made up his mind.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Wang Yong whispered, his voice so quiet that she probably didn’t hear him. He snatched the keys off the table and quickly run to open the door. Running away.
“Wang Yong! COME BACK!!!! Don’t you dare run away!” his mom shouted behind him, but he was already gone.
He sprinted down the narrow staircase, his sandals slapping against the steps. Just as he reached the first floor, one of their neighbors stepped out approaching the staircase. It was Mr John, an old man with a wrinkled face and held a cane to support his walking.
“Wang Yong!” Mr. John called, frowning. “What’s going on up there? Why is your mother screaming?”
“I—I don’t know! It’s nothing, Mr. John!” Wang Yong stammered, before brushing past Mr. John, which as the result, knocked Mr. John cane, causing Mr. John to fall.
“Sorry, but I have to go!” Wang Yong keep running without looking at Mr. John.
“Hey! Wait!” Mr. John yelled, but Wang Yong didn’t stop. He burst out of the building.
Outside, the Lotus District was as busy as ever. People were chatting, some take notice of Wang Yong's mother shout, and kids were running around. Wang Yong didn’t even notice them. His eyes were locked on Wang Liang’s motorbike.
He ran to the bike and fumbled with the keys. His hands were shaking so much that it took him three tries to get the key into the ignition. He finally got it, and the high quality engine in his sporty motorcycle roared to life.
“Get back here, MURDERER!!!” His mom voice echoed to the second floor.
Wang Yong immediately climbed onto the bike, he glanced back toward their apartment window. He could see his mom leaning out, shouting for help to stop Wang Yong. A few neighbors were standing outside, looking up at her and then at Wang Yong.
“Wang Yong?? What's happening??” one of them approached, but Wang Yong didn’t wait. He revved the engine and sped off, the motorbike zipping through the crowded street.
His heart hurt, and his eyes was full of tears as he rode away. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to himself, over and over again. But for now, all he could do was run.
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Back at the apartment, the alerted neighbor came to Wang Yong's house, which after seeing the crime scene, started to console Wang Yong’s mom.
“He kills my boy! And now he’s gone, He just ran off!” Wang Yong’s mom sobbed, hugging Wang Liang's body which caused several bloodstains on Wang Yong’s mom's body.
Her neighbor, Linda, frowned. “Don’t worry. We’ll call the police. They’ll find him.” She quickly dialed the emergency number on her phone.
“Hello? Yes, this is Linda from Lotus District. I want to report that there is a murder in room 219. A boy named Wang Liang was dead. His little brother, Wang Yong, just ran away on a motorbike. His mother says he killed his brother,” Linda said firmly. She glanced at Wang Yong’s mom, who was still hugging Wang Liang, crying softly. “Yes, he’s about 14 years old, has messy hair and lush clothes. Thank you.”
After she hung up, Wang Yong’s neighbor turned back to Wang Yong’s mom. “They’ll send drones to track him down. Don’t worry.”
Wang Yong’s mom scoffed. “Good. I hope he dies,” she said coldly, which stunned Linda, speechless.
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The police in Arkbaiki worked fast, especially since they used their police drones to track and catch Wang Yong. Within minutes, Wang Yong’s information—his face, his name, and even his position—was sent to their database. The drones didn't waste any time, immediately flew high above the city, scanning with flashing blue lights, trying to find Wang Yong.
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Wang Yong didn’t know this yet. He was focused on riding as fast as he could, weaving through the busy streets. The wind whipped against his face, and his messy hair stuck out even more. He glanced back nervously, afraid that someone might be following him.
Suddenly, he heard a loud buzzing sound. Looking up, his eyes widened in fear. A drone was flying right above him, its cameras locked on him.
“Wang Yong, you are to stop at once!” a robotic voice called out from the drone. “You are under arrest for killing Wang Liang!”
“No, no, no!” Wang Yong muttered. He gripped the bike's handlebars tighter and sped up, taking a sharp turn onto a quieter street. The drone followed him, its buzzing sound growing louder.
“Leave me alone!” Wang Yong shouted, looking over his shoulder. But the drone wasn’t going anywhere. It shot a warning beam of light that barely missed his bike, leaving a scorch mark on the road.
“Whoa!” Wang Yong swerved, his heart racing. “Shit, I don’t want to die! Please!”
“Wang Yong. You have been warned to stop. Surrender now!!!”
Wang Yong turned onto another street, zipping between cars and carts. The people in the marketplace yelled and jumped out of the way. “Hey, watch where you’re going!” one vendor shouted. But Wang Yong didn’t stop.
The drone was still behind him, its blue lights flashing. Another beam shot toward him, this one grazed the back of his bike, causing a fire burn in the motorcycle backseat, and Wang Yong felt the heat. “I’ve got to lose this thing!” he muttered to himself.
He spotted the dam up ahead. “If I can make it to the dam, maybe I can escape!” he thought. He pushed the motorbike even faster, the engine roaring.
The drone followed closely. “Last warning! Stop your vehicle!” the robotic voice called again. But Wang Yong didn’t listen. He was almost at the dam when the drone fired another beam, this time hitting the bike directly.
The motorbike exploded in a burst of flames, throwing Wang Yong into the air. “Ahhh!” he screamed as he tumbled toward the water below. He hit the surface with a huge splash and sank beneath the waves.
For a moment, everything was quiet except for the sound of water rushing around him. Wang Yong opened his eyes underwater and started swimming upward. His lungs burned, but he kicked as hard as he could until he broke through the surface, gasping for air.
The drone hovered above the dam, scanning the water. Its cameras couldn’t find him. “Subject lost,” and after a moment, the drone flew away to search elsewhere.
Wang Yong floated in the water, coughing and catching his breath. “That was too close,” he said to himself, his voice shaky. He swam toward the shore, his clothes heavy and dripping with water. By the time he pulled himself out, it was completely dark in the nighttime.
The night was cold, and Wang Yong shivered under the old, tattered hooded black cape he had found in the corner of the bridge. He sat under a bridge, his stomach growling louder every minute. He had barely eaten since afternoon.
“I can’t stay here,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together for warmth. “I need to find food.”
He got up slowly, his legs shaky, and with the black cape now covering his head, he made his way into the crowded marketplace nearby. The lights from the stalls flickered brightly, and the air was filled with the smell of fried noodles, roasted meat, and freshly baked bread. The noise of people chatting, bargaining, and laughing made him feel small and invisible, which was exactly what he wanted.
In front of Wang Yong, was a tower. A news tower, that has a big screen on it. And as Wang Yong happened to looked at the screen, suddenly there is breaking news on it.
“This just in,” the reporter said. He was showing an image. A portrait of Wang Yong. “A young boy, Wang Yong, age 14 years old, is now wanted by the police for killing his brother and fleeing the scene. The government has issued a bounty of 100k asro for his capture—dead or alive.”
The screen then zoomed Wang Yong’s picture. He looked younger in the photo, his black hair messy and his plain shirt a little too big. Wang Yong looked in horror, and immediately turned away. He held his hooded black cape tightly to not showing his face.
Nearby, he can heard people says about Wang Yong while looking at the big screen.
“One hundred grand???!!!!” a man said, rubbing his chin. “That’s enough to pay off my debts and buy a new house!”
A woman nearby shook her head. “But he’s just a kid,” she said. “What could make him so dangerous?”
Another man laughed. “Dangerous or not, money’s money. If I see that boy, I swear I will claim the reward.”
“Whoa, one hundred grand???” one boy said, his eyes wide. “That’s more money than I’ve ever seen!”
“Yeah,” said another kid. “But would you really try to catch him? He could be dangerous.”
The first boy shrugged. “I don’t know. But if someone caught him, they’d be rich for sure!”
Wang Yong, listened in this, quickly move away from the crowd. His priority now is not to search for food, even if he was hungry.
“Sh*t. Sh*t. SH*T. SH*TTTT!!!! I have to run. I have to go. Go to where??” Wang Yong keep mumbling. He had to escape the town. But he was unsure to where to go.
Suddenly, a face popped into Wang Yong’s mind. Shi Ying**.**
“That’s right,” he said to himself with his voice filled with a little bit of hope for the first time. “A Ying. I have to find her. She’ll know what to do. I have to go to her place.”
But then, he stopped walking. His heart sank as he realized something important—he didn’t actually know where Shi Ying lived. They had never talked about it. The only thing he knew was their usual meeting spot, a quiet, narrow street where they always hung out. Not many people went there, so it was their secret place.
Wang Yong took a deep breath. “Alright,” he muttered, “I’ll start there. Maybe she’ll be there.”
He tightened the hood of his black cape and walked quickly, sticking to the shadows. The marketplace noises faded behind him as he made his way toward the narrow street, which grew quieter and darker as he walked, and soon, he found himself standing at the entrance to their meeting point.
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The narrow street was almost like a tunnel, with tall buildings on both sides leaning so close that their roofs nearly touched. The only light came from a flickering lantern hanging from a rusty pole at one end of the street. The ground was uneven, with cracks and puddles. The air felt heavy and damp, and Wang Yong can smell the faint scent of old garbage.
Wang Yong stepped inside cautiously, his sandals splashing softly in a puddle. The walls were covered in peeling posters and graffiti, some of which looked like they’d been there for years. He remembered how he and Shi Ying used to sit against one of those walls, talking and laughing, far away from the noise of the busy district.
“Shi Ying?” he called out, his voice echoing softly down the empty street. His stomach growled loudly as he waited, but there was no answer. He moved further in, his eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of her.
“Please be here,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “You’re the only one I can trust.”
The street was so quiet that he could hear the faint drip of water from a nearby pipe. The longer he waited, the heavier the silence felt. Wang Yong leaned against the wall, his mind racing. “What if she doesn’t show up? What if she’s not coming?” he thought.
But suddenly, he heard it—a faint sound of footsteps echoing from the other end of the street. His heart skipped a beat, and he stood up straight, staring into the darkness.
“Shi Ying?” he called again with a mix of hope and fear.
The footsteps grew louder, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. Wang Yong’s breath caught in his throat as he waited to see who it was.
But instead of the petite girl, he was greeted by a big man, who immediately hit his neck and knocked him off, which made Wang Yong pass out.
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