Wang Yong woke up slowly. “Ugh, what happened?” he mumbled, blinking a few times. His vision was blurry at first, but as he adjusted, he realized he was in a small room. The walls were plain and gray, with only a single door on one side, a table, and two chairs. One of them is where Wang Yong got tied up in a rope, with hand on behind. Also on the left side of the wall was a poster of Aiman, the famous captain of the ACP. The poster showed Aiman standing in a guard position, holding a shiny silver shield.
Wang Yong black cape were missing, and he was back with his old clothes. He tried to move but couldn’t—his arms and legs were tied tightly to a wooden chair with rough, scratchy ropes. He wriggled and squirmed, but the ropes wouldn’t budge.
“Where am I?” Wang Yong muttered again, his heart starting to race. He looked around the room, trying to piece things together.
He thought back to earlier. He had been walking through the narrow street, hoping Shi Ying would be there. But then, out of nowhere, he bumped into a big man. He couldn’t even see their face. All he remembered was a pain in his head and everything going dark.
Now he was in this strange room, with nothing but the Aiman poster staring back at him.
“Why would a creepy fans of Aiman knock me out? Oh god, I hope he doesn't try to f*ck me, is it? Sh*t It would be creepy if he does….” he said to himself, frowning. “And I hope I am not in some weird place. Where the f*ck am I??”
He leaned back in the chair and sighed. But then, an idea sparked in his mind. His water Power. He recently acquired it, and he wasn’t very good at controlling them yet. But if he could use them now, they might be his only chance to escape.
“Let's see. I can use it. I can definitely use it.” Wang Yong whispered to himself, trying to motivate himself. His hands were tied behind the chair, so he couldn’t see them. He closed his eyes and focused. “C'mon! C'mon!!!” He thought. Slowly, he began to feel the water forming in his right hand. It started to swirl and took shape. Wang Yong felt a tiny bit of hope, and he smiled.
But as he focused on his Powers, a memory rushed into his mind. The last time he had used his Power, he murdered Wang Liang. which made his hands trembled. “No, no, no,” he whispered, his voice shaky. “He was a bastard, but I didn’t mean to kill him. I didn’t want to.”
Then, another memory hit him. He remembered how Wang Liang had bullied him, using his own water Power to choke him during one of their fights. Wang Yong gritted his teeth. “He deserved it. I don't have much choice.” Wang Yong thought bitterly. “He would’ve kill me first if I hadn’t fought back.”
He shake his head to push the thought away. “I don’t have time for that now. I have to get out of here,” he told himself firmly. “I have to find Shi Ying. Only she could help me, like she always did.”
With a deep breath, Wang Yong concentrated. This time, he managed to formed a blue dagger of water in his right hand. This made him feel a little more confident. “Alright, let’s do this,” he whispered to himself.
Carefully, he turned his hand and began cutting the rope around his wrist. The rope was thick and scratchy, but somehow, the water dagger was sharp than he thought, which made it easier to slicing it through little by little. “Come on… just a little more…” he muttered under his breath. After a few moments of cutting, the rope snapped. “Yes!” he whispered, a small smile spreading across his face. Quickly, Wang Yong freed his legs by slicing it using his water dagger while rubbing his wrists where the ropes had left red marks.
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He was so busy freeing himself that it made him not notice that in the Aiman poster, hidden in Aiman’s eyes, was a tiny camera. Somewhere in another room, a large screen displayed everything happening in Wang Yong’s room. Two people were watching closely—a big man with a beard and a small girl beside him.
The big man chuckled softly. “Hmm, I didn’t expect him to break free from that rope,” he said, clearly amused.
The girl beside him, typing at the screen trying to note Wang Yong's behavior, said. “Should we do something?”
“Don’t!” the man said quickly with his firm tone. “Let’s see what he does next. I’m curious about his ability.”
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Meanwhile, Wang Yong was finally free. He stood up, wincing as he rubbed his bruised hand. “Ugh, that feels better,” he said. Then he turned toward the door and frowned. “Now, how do I get out of here?” he wondered aloud.
He walked over to the door, and somehow, he realized the door turned out to be an automatic electric door, a door that could be opened if he approached it. And when Wang Yong approached it, it didn’t budge. “Yeah, what did I expect? Of course, it’s locked,” he grumbled, stepping back. He placed his hands on his hips, staring at the door.
Wang Yong stepped closer to the door and pressed his ear against it. He held his breath and listened carefully. Nothing. It was eerily quiet outside. “Is there even anyone out there?” he wondered. He knocked on the door softly. “Hello? Anyone out there?” Still no answer.
“Okay, think, Wang Yong. Think. There has to be something I can use,” he said to himself. He tapped his foot on the ground and glanced around the room again. His eyes landed on the poster of Aiman.
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But he noticed something. On the ceiling near the Aiman poster, there was a small air vent. A spark of hope lit up inside him. “An air vent!” he whispered. His eyes lit up with hope as he moved closer to it.
He squinted at the vent and saw screws holding the grate in place. He summoned his water dagger again and inspected the tip. “Alright,” he said while moving his gaze into the air vent. “Let’s see if I can get this open. I hope it fits.” He was planning to unscrew the air vent with just the tip of his dagger.
Using the table and chair to help him reach the air vent, Wang Yong carefully extended his water dagger to touch the screws. But as the tip of the dagger pressed against a screw, since this is a water dagger, it began to slip through the screw, covering the screw.
“Sh*t. There is no way the tip can even move a screw. Now I am screwed.” Wang Yong whispered, frustrated.
But as he tried to pull the dagger back, something surprising happened. The screw somehow corrode itself slowly, making the screw move a little. Wang Yong’s eyes widened. “Wait a second,” he said. “This might work.”
He carefully covered the screw using his dagger’s tip. After a while, the screw loosened and fell to the ground with a soft clink.
Wang Yong grinned. “Great. One screw down, three more to screwed,” he said confidently. He adjusted the dagger and moved on to the next screw.
Eventually, the rest of the screws came loose, one by one, until the air vent door can be opened. Wang Yong stopped for awhile, observing all around him to see if there is any noise that came from the outside door. After a few moments of silence, he whispered, “Here goes nothing,” and hoisted himself into the vent.
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The vent was tight and dark, with barely enough space for him to crawl. Wang Yong moved slowly, carefully placing his hands and knees so the metal wouldn’t creak too loudly. The cold surface of the pipe sent chills through his body, and the faint echoes of his movements sounded louder than he liked. “Please don’t let anyone hear me,” he murmured under his breath.
The vent stretched in many directions, but only one path had a dim light at the end, so Wang Yong kept crawling that way, hoping it would lead him to an exit. After a while, he finally reached another grate. Peeking through it, he saw a dimly lit space below. It looked empty. “I hope no one’s there,” he whispered to himself, his heart pounding.
Wang Yong squinted at the grate. It was screwed from outside. “I just hope that it worked,” he muttered, summoning his water dagger again. He adjusted the tip and started working on the screws, using the same trick he had figured out earlier, which worked. This time, he carefully pushed out the loosening screw away from him one by one.
As he worked, he whispered to himself, “C'mon, c'mon. Just a little bit more!” His hands were starting to shake from holding the dagger steady, but he didn’t stop. Finally, with no screw on his way, the grate popped loose and swung open, and unfortunately, falling to the floor with a loud crash. The noise echoed through the room. Wang Yong froze, his heart racing.
He carefully looked around. The space below was silent. “Oh god,” he whispered, cold sweat forming on his forehead. “Thank god no one hears that.” Wang Yong slowly lowered himself out of the vent, landing softly on the cold, hard floor.
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He stood up and looked around, scanning the area. The room looked like a giant garage, big enough to hold several cars and motorcycles. Some of them were parked along the walls, their shiny surfaces reflecting the dim lights above. In one corner of the room, there was a table covered with tools, and next to it were several guns lined up neatly. In another corner of the room was a control panel. Just past the panel was a large garage door.
Wang Yong’s immediate attention is at that large door. “That’s my way out,” he whispered, stepping toward it cautiously. His sandals made soft slapping sounds against the concrete as he moved, and his eyes darted around, checking every corner of the room. He gripped his water dagger tightly for comfort.
“Strange,” he muttered to himself. “It’s too quiet.” The silence made him nervous, but he tried to dismiss it by focusing on the door ahead.
He approached the control panel next to the garage door. It had a few buttons and a small screen. Wang Yong frowned and touched the screen lightly. “Looks like I can use it to open this door,” he said, frowning. “But how do I open it?”
He leaned closer to the screen, trying to figure out what to do. Just then, a faint metallic sound made him freeze. It came from behind him—soft but sharp.
Wang Yong immediately looked around, holding up his dagger. “Who’s there?” he called out, his voice shaking slightly.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. The hair on Wang Yong’s neck stood up as he scanned the room. He gripped his dagger tightly and walked away from the door, cautiously approaching the sound until he reached the middle of the room.
Suddenly, a barrage of glowing swords rained down, striking the ground near him. Wang Yong stumbled and fell backward, his eyes wide with fear. As he scrambled to his feet, a voice rang.
“Mwhahahahahaha, my boy. I’m afraid you’re not leaving us just yet~~” the voice said. “You wouldn’t run off without saying hello, would you~~?”
Wang Yong’s eyes darted to the source of the voice. A man emerged from the shadows, surrounded by multiple swords that floated and swirled around him like a storm. The man was tall. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, shining under the dim light. His face was sharp with a pointed jaw. His pale skin looked smooth. He wore a long white coat with shiny silver patterns on it. Underneath, he wore a black vest and a white shirt and shiny black boot. He walk with a flamboyant way, enough to make Wang Yong feel disgusted.
But now, it is not the right time to feel disgusted.
“Sh*t!!” Wang Yong muttered under his breath, his heart pounding “I’ve been found” His gaze now focus to the swords, which its tips glinting in the light.
Seeing this sent a chill through Wang Yong, and he quickly stood up, gripping his dagger tightly. “Who are you?” he shouted.
The man twirled one of his swords with a flick of his finger, his lips curling into a sly smile. “Ah, how dare a criminal such as yourself dare to question me~~?” he said with a flamboyant tone, striking a pose with one hand on his hip. “Instead, I won't bother giving you my name, and I think it would be much better for us battling each other. So COME ON, BABY~~”
The man raised his hand high, and the swords around him spun faster, forming a swirling circle of glowing blades. The man eye's glanced at Wang Yong. “Consider this my welcome gift~~” he said with a smirk. “Do try to keep up, boy~~”
With a dramatic wave of his hand, he motioned his hand to Wang Yong, which caused the swords shot toward Wang Yong, their tips aimed directly at him.
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