Culprit found

Ding's car pulled into the compound and he leisurely got out of the car and walked into the house. He nodded his head in response as he was greeted upon arrival in the hall. He walked up to Tsun's room and knocked.

On normal circumstances he would just barge in without much thought but today a feeling tugged at the back of his mind. A feeling that he would 'taint' his eyes if he were to just walk in.

He knocked twice and as he raised his hand to knock a third time, the door opened and Asahi's figure greeted him.

"Hello Mr. Ding."

He looked at him and the state he was in, anyone could guess what was going on before his arrival.

"Is the young master up?"

"Well..."

"Once you're done with whatever it is you guys were doing... tell him to meet me in the office. Ten minutes."

Without waiting for a reply, he excused himself and walked out of sight. Asahi closed the door and turned his attention to the body sleeping on the bed.

"Don't pretend to be asleep. Mr. Ding is waiting for you."

"He came quicker than expected."

Asahi sat on the bed and Tsun sat up, grabbed his waist and buried his face on his shoulder. Asahi pat his head and slowly nudged him off.

"Hurry on now... you can't keep Mr. Ding waiting for you okay?"

"Why not? He does that to me all the time. What's wrong with paying back a little?"

Asahi shook his head before speaking up," When will you stop acting like a spoilt child?"

Tsun tightened his grasp on him and lightly pecked his cheek.

"Can we stay like this for a little longer? Hmm? Pretty please?" he innocently asked, showering him with light kisses.

Asahi struggled in his embrace and turned to face him.

"No we can't. Hurry on now!" he reprimanded him and Tsun, not wanting to anger him loosened his grip.

"Okay okay I'll leave now."

He got down from the bed and Asahi silently sat on the bed, watching him prepare himself. He walked towards him and straightened his clothes.

"Mr. Ding is waiting for you in the office. You best hurry on now," he reminded and Tsun pulled him closer to him narrowing the distance between them.

He rested his head on the top of his head and Asahi cleared his throat and pulled away.

"Stop being so clingy. If you really don't leave, I'll punch you," he warned his fist raised to emphasise his point.

Tsun placed a kiss on his forehead and walked out of the room. It did not take long for him to get to the office he was to meet with Ding.

He walked into the lavish office and found Ding's tall figure on the couch, with his body facing upwards and his hands behind his head.

He lazily pulled his right hand out and looked at the watch on his wrist before speaking up.

"Fifteen minutes."

"Since when do you keep track of time for our meetings?"

"Since you called me here, it's only natural that you don't keep me waiting no? I had something to take care of."

Tsun crossed the room and sat on the couch on which Ding was on, forcing him to retract his legs and sit up right.

"I heard you took Lian to your place."

Ding looked at him and replied indifferently," Yes I did. To save face."

"Huh?"

"What is the reason for reaching out? What important thing do you need help with?" he asked deliberately changing the topic.

"There are some people that need to be dealt with," he said seriously and Ding looked at him.

"Dealt with?"

"Yes. We found the person who attacked Uncle Kyle and turns out he's in a rival gang."

"Does father..."

"This is between us. Father does not need to know about this."

Seeing as Tsun did not want to involve their father, Ding nodded his head in agreement to his terms.

"Did you find their hideout?"

"Of course we did. I sent some guys out to get them. They should be at xxxxxx"

The car drove into the warehouse and both Ding and Tsun got out of the car. They were greeted by five of Tsun's men. Ding studied them and their build was enough to do the work of thirty men. He followed behind Tsun as he led the way to a small room in the corner where the hostages were.

He nodded towards one guy who bowed and opened the door revealing ten men with tied hands and feet.

"Boss, as instructed, we tied them all up awaiting your next commands."

Ding walked into the dimly lit room and studied the men, his face distorting in disgust and shock.

"Are you sure one of them attacked uncle Kyle?"

The men before him were roughly aged between twenty and twenty five. He had thought that maybe some older people were the ones out hunting and not some youth who just attained adulthood.

"Yeah after searching for two days without rest, we happened to find out that the assassin was from this group."

No matter how Ding looked at it, he was not convinced that a pair of amateurs were able to hurt his uncle.

Tsun clapped his hands together forcing all eyes to rest on him.

"Alright then. Why don't you tell me why you attacked my uncle? If am satisfied enough with your answers, I might happily send you on your way."

Ding looked at him and said nothing. He was so certain that no matter what answers he got, he had no intentions as to let them off as he stated.

The young boys trembled but said nothing forcing Tsun to turn to Ding with a ' your time to shine' look.

Ding let out a breathe and walked towards the car. He put on his gloves and walked towards the men who were now out of the room.

Something about the setting Tsun had set up was frightening. He had one boy securely strapped onto a chair, his mouth gagged to prevent him from shouting while the others were by his side.

Tsun himself took a seat and crossed his legs watching the guy before him a satisfactory grin on his lips.

Ding walked up to him and gave him a quick nod before turning his gaze to the tied up young man.

He stood still beside Tsun waiting for his approval to act.

"Are you still unwilling to speak up?" he asked and received silence in response," okay then. If you happen to change your mind, am willing to listen."

Ding took this as his queue and sauntered towards the tied up man. One of Tsun's men walked up to him pushing a trolley and the young man's face went pale upon landing a glance on the tools on the trolley.