Feng Ru (45)

It had been thirty minutes since the group started searching for their missing vocalist. The crease on Na Yu's forehead had also stayed there for that long. She was incredibly anxious since the whole gang almost scoured the whole venue, turning even the stones under the ornamental plants there, yet they didn't even find He Chen's shadow.

"Where are you, He Chen?" The girl bit her lower lip when one of the boys found the man's phone soaking in a pail of water inside the toilet room. 

"He went missing around 7 pm. We checked the CCTVs but we and the guards discovered the ones installed near where Rascal Su found that thing are destroyed." Distress was in Xie Delan's eyes as he watched Nian Xiwen and the blonde joined forces in drying the black device. 

"Will he be fine? At this point, it's basically confirmed something bad happened to him or else, why will he disappear with his phone swimming in the restroom's toilet?"

The boys were getting dizzy and more nervous due to Na Yu who kept walking back and forth the place. However, none of them had the heart to reprimand her since it was easy to see that she was very worried and on the verge of crying.

Cheng Du tried to reassure her. "Let's not be view things too negatively. The police said they will be here in a few minutes. They are experienced in this kind of situation so I'm sure, later, through their help, we will be able to find Brother He." 

Na Yu nodded but her mind was actually in that place. It had long flown to what happened three days ago when Gu Feng, the policeman they were acquainted with, warned them about Tang Lan who had escaped from the prison.

Not long after, the police did arrive, but the man was still not located. This prompted her to contact her grandparent's people for help, yet even they were useless and only said the kidnapper or trafficker might be someone used to this kind of operation.

"..."

'What good will it bring me to know if the b*tch or bastard who caused my boyfriend to disappear is a professional or not?' 

Five hours later, just when she was nearly going crazy from worry, her phone vibrated, the ringtone that played signified that there was a new message received.

After checking her inbox, she didn't hesitate once to board a taxi.

"Sir, suburbs, please! Here's the exact address!"

While the taxi driver bewildered by the aggressiveness in her voice was repeatedly nodding, Na Yu told herself, 'Calm down... Calm down... Must calm down...'

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"Hahahahahaha!"

It had been several hours since eerie, malicious laughter started filling a dimly lit room located five miles away from the five-star hotel where the band Pesticide's performance last performance of the day was held.

Midnight had long passed. It was already wee hours in the morning, therefore, the sweet yet hair-raising laughter was like that of a witch who had just finished performing a forbidden art, simply scary and screaming of madness.

The woman inside the room practically glued her eyes to the screen of her laptop. More than half was a long wall of text, the remaining space occupied by a tab showing a live video. Since the light coming from the LCD couldn't reach far, her thin pale hands seemed like they were reaching out from the depths of darkness. Her fingers that were tirelessly flying on top of the keyboard were forming a strange series of sounds that continuously accompanied her merry laughter.

"Hehe, I feel so motivated, and inspired! If this keeps up, there should be no problem writing twenty thousand words tonight1!"

The woman was Tang Lan, the sole girl in the past hundred years to get jailed for slapping and beating up so many rich and powerful people in the city.

Currently, her looks and hairdo resembled a medieval witch. The only saving grace was that despite looking like that, she was still on the prettier side due to her charming facial features that her messy uncombed hair couldn't obscure. 

"He Chen woke up." She paused typing her newest story, extreme excitement and gloating laced her melodious voice.

With a few taps, the screen showing her hateful handsome ex' dazed appearance enlarged, allowing her to see a short, fat figure emerging from the door to the upper right side with full clarity.

"My timing is so impeccable. Mrs. Fu just finished showering."

Tang Lan stood up from her seat and leaned forward to grab the mini-speakers behind her laptop. She didn't see the man lying powerlessly on the bed suddenly turning his head to face the camera with eyes changing from murderous to glassy.

"Thankfully, Gu Feng is now asleep so I can watch this amazing show without worry." 

"Hahaha, let this broadcast be shown to everyone in the country then!" With a tap of her finger, she started the livestream.

"This is it! I want to know how many of his adorable fans will commit suicide after seeing their beloved idol sleeping with a rich, old hag! Let them see He Chen groaning in delight underneath someone who is not only fat, and ugly, but also three decades older than him! Hahahahaha!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Her mad laughter resumed, its pitch and frequency kept getting higher and higher the more the x-rated scenes before her eyes near the most disgusting part.

On the upper right side of the screen, the chatbox was getting blurrier and blurrier to her sight, yet Tang Lan was too happy to notice it. The thought of someone she deeply hated getting his life and reputation destroyed made her too happy and distracted to notice that every five minutes, a certain part of her right upper arm would suddenly feel itchy, as if stung by a mosquito, or pricked by a needle...

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