Adiós, witch!

His two friends were surprised to see him come out alone with a black bag, his face stained with blood. Fan Qiuyue and her son were so alarmed they started struggling, trying hard to scream. Fu Pei pointed his gun at her head. "Shut up."

She stopped moving and stayed still obediently, shivering from fear once again. Bai Du walked up to his friend with his eyes wide open. "Did you kill him?"

Wang Yong rolled his eyes and passed the bag to him to carry. "Of course not. That would only attract the police."

Bohai who was quietly trying to loosen the bind on his wrists suddenly saw the tattoo engraved on Wang Yong's neck as he readjusted his collar. When he saw Wang Yong turn to him, he lowered his gaze and stared at the floor.

"Then what took you so long?" Bai Du asked his friend as he followed him.

"I had to do something important." Wang Yong tapped Fu Pei and said. " We have what we wanted, let's go."

Fu Pei retracted the gun and smiled at his friend's mother. "Adiós, witch."

They left the house, passing the unconscious dogs who were stunned earlier on and jumped over the fence. After that, they got on their bikes and drove straight to their Tiger Gang headquarters. The men stationed as the guards greeted them warmly, as they entered into Wang Yong's office.

Well it could not be called a proper office, since it was filled with all kinds of gaming equipments and other miscellaneous stuff. However, it had a large table and three chairs that were gifted to him by his godfather so it was used as one.

They dropped the bag and opened it to count the money into inside it. Bai Du nodded in satisfaction. "Good! Now I am sure that this will be enough to save grandmother. Wang, we did it!"

Wang Yong smiled, not because of the money but because of the presence of Mao Zhi, his ghost friend who he had met when he was a little boy. He hadn't seen him in months and he had been worried that something had happened to him. The problem was he had noticed that whenever his little brother Mingli was with him, Mao Zhi would never appear before him. They were never with him at the the same time and they refused to talk about each other.

"Alright, let's begin the next phase of the plan before my family calls the police." Wang Yong poured a bottle of

non alcoholic wine he had been saving for years into three glasses. "Cheers, gentlemen!"

But in the Liu family house...

"Are you sure he was the one you saw?" A policeman asked Bohai as he scribbled something down on his note pad.

"I am sure it is him. I didn't see his face or anything like that but I saw the tattoo on his neck that confirms my suspicions." Bohai looked at the messy scene with disgust in his eyes. How could a man do this to his own family?

"Officer, my son cannot be lying to you, he is a good boy! You should be over there arresting that little delinquent instead of standing here interrogating us when our money was stolen!" Fan Qiuyue glared at the policeman as she pressed cold compress on her husband's head.

The policeman suppressed his growing irritation at the rude woman who sat down glaring at him. "We have to get enough evidence and a sworn testament before we can arrest anybody."

Fan Qiuyue was about to retort when she felt a sudden pain on her wrist which was holding the cold compress. Her husband who was resting on the bed held his wife's hand and said. "Forgive my wife, sir. She is just still unsettled after today's events. If you don't mind me speaking, I suggest that tomorrow, we go to where he lives and check if he has the tattoo or not."

The policeman nodded his head. "I agree. Tomorrow we will go to where he lives and investigate. Well if that is all you have to say, please excuse me. Good night."

The three policemen who had come to their house swiftly exited the scene, leaving only three of them in the house. Bohai turned to his parents and said. "Mum, Dad, its best you retire for the night. Don't worry, I will take care of this mess."

Fan Qiuyue smiled wearily at her son who had been her pride and joy. "Thank you, Bohai. I will take your father to his room then."

As they climbed upstairs, she noticed that her husband had been carrying a grim face since the police came. She thought he was still stressed and in pain about the injury on his head. "Does your head still hurt? Why don't you lie down while I run a warm bath for you?"

Immediately she entered the bathroom to run the bath for him, Liu Zhiqiang locked the door and placed the key on his bedside table. The next thing he did was to remove a long whip from a certain box he kept under their bed. When Fan Qiuyue came out of the bathroom, her mind turned blank from fear at the sight of the whip he held in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Fan Qiuyue, kneel down." He loosened one end of the whip he had recoiled around his palm, letting it fall on the floor. When he heard that young robber talk to him about his wife, he felt fury burn through his veins enough for him to consider killing the boy if he didn't hold a weapon.

Now, that same fury was burning in his veins when he had indeed confirmed through a phone call that his wife was truly a regular customer of Madame Zhilan's Private Services. In other words, she was cheating on him.

Fan Qiuyue immediately knelt down, feeling so scared for her life. She knew that no matter how much she screamed, no one would hear her because the walls were soundproof. "What did I do wrong? Why are you behaving like this?"

"You will know soon." He brought down the whip, ignoring her shrill screams as he continued to unleash his anger on her throughout the night. A teenage boy dressed in black sat down unknown to them on the chair behind them munching on an apple as he laughed at the scene in evil delight. "Wow.... this is fun."