The Death Town.

Dropping her to Old House, he declined Butler Li's offer to stay there for the night and returned to his own place. Unlocking the door, he was yet again welcomed with darkness. That's how it had been, his life till now; dark.

Switching on the light, Qin Zihao tucked the keys of his car into the key holder and went to the kitchen. He was still hungry, the food he had eaten today barely filled up his stomach because in actual, all the dishes he had were the leftovers of the bland dishes prepared for Guo Yina.

Since Jiang Ying Yue loves spicy food, almost ninety percent of the dishes on the table were made according to that preference and because of his stomach, he can't eat anything spicy at least for another six months. With that he scorned on being reminded that how though SBM had done an amazing job of ignoring him all the time that day, still he did even more applaudable job on mocking him with the insipid and bland dishes he had cooked especially for him.

Qin Zihao took out the least spicy cup of noodles from the cupboard and kept the water in the kettle to boil. Setting the timer in kettle, he took the remaining time to take the shower.

He entered his room and straight away took out a new set of clothes from the closet and went to the washroom. Today had been another tiring day but gladly, an uneventful one! Looking at his reflection on the mirror above the washbasin, he turned on the tap and splashed water onto his face.

Today was yet another day that had left him thinking about a new certain issue.

Mysteries...why so many of them? Once boss would return, he knew it would be even more harder to keep it a secret from Miss Jiang when it had already been getting now.

At least some of them which might be sensitive to her, he wanted to decode them before she could even know what had been going on behind her, so that when matters come up in front of her she wouldn't have to live in the fear of her closed ones ending up being the suspect.

A straight slash to the skin was better than the slower one.

Watching the beads of the water slowly wiping the thick coating of concealer from his face to disclose the face filled with fading scratches and scars, he groaned.

He need to keep putting on concealer probably for another year till these scars would fade to the point of not being visible. The scars were fading yet the area above them was still red and bluish in colour giving a subtle idea of how serious and painful the real injury would have been.

Pulling himself a bit back so that his abdominal region could be seen too, he took off his shirt. What welcomed the sight was a six-packed abdomen and a very horrible and deep scar moving all over from his chest to the lower abdomen.

It was a fresh one, stitches though had almost disappeared were still vaguely visible. Moving his fingers along the scar, he remembered how he got the scar in the first place. Thinking of that particular scene his face turned ugly. How could he forget that moment when SBM had pulled out his so precious dagger just to rip apart his abdomen?

That piece of shit! Though the skin had started forming above the scar, his insides still hurt. Only the outer injury was recovering, the glands and organs that were injured to the depth were far from even the initial of the recovery.

He hadn't felt much about it when that happened but now Qin Zihao's anger got out of the bounds on remembering the smug look SBM had thrown at him while serving the food with no spices. Obviously, he would know what he could eat and what he could not, after all he was the one to give him the reason in the first place to avoid his favourite tastes.

Removing his hands from the washbasin slab, he made way to the shower and tapped it on. Sprinkles of cold water fell on his head, cooling the heat formed there and soon his whole form was drenched in cold water. With his eyes closed, all the images he had been trying to keep at the back of his head fought to appear in front of his eyes, causing an abrupt headache to come to form.

Moving his fingers through the hair, he let out another groan and harshly turned off the tap. It was just one of those days!

Damn!

This time, it was the first time his brain was playing the flashbacks of the past ever since he came back.

The water gradually stopped falling upon him making his dazed form lean by the wall till he slowly sat down on the floor. All the happenings of all these years made it difficult for him to breathe. Throwing his head back, he looked up, but what came in front of his eyes was not the ceiling but how he met his boss.

Death Town- a secret town in the furthest part of the hottest dessert was an opening to a different kind of world, simply; an opening to the underworld. Each and every person living here had some different kind of speciality regarding battles. Some were good at making the deadliest daggers that could split the thickest of the meat in a single gash and some were masters of using those daggers.

Rare were the ones who could do the both and fortunately or unfortunately, Qin Zihao was among this kind of specie.

Every year, there was the season of the battle which started in the mid of January and ended in the season of springs. The season accepted each and every individual from the different corners of the town, be it an illiterate person or a literate one, be it a fool from senses or a smart, be it someone who made daggers or the master of those daggers, be the person an underaged or someone of suitable age, be it of any gender; the only requirement had always been that the person needed to be the citizen of Death Town.

And that also changed when he was brutally challenged by the mysterious person who had suddenly arisen from the ashes into an imposing inferno and ever since came to existence, he had made sure to slowly bring everyone under the sole of his shoes.

And the start...he did it from him.

"Welcome to this year's Season Of Battles! This season that had been going from the past few months is finally going to come to an end with its final competition 'round of rings' that will start right in thirty seconds!!! I can see everybody is very excited for it looking at how the whole stadium is filled with the crowd of spectators and not to miss the noise being emanated by you guys! But that's not enough- Nah nah, not enough; I need some more noise!" The voice was only abled to pierce through the combined noise of the crowd because of the high quality speakers and rang in the whole circular outdoor theatre followed by the louder shouts and yells from the crowd.

'Let me give you a brief introduction about today's event. I will be the host of the day whereas Brian- you all already know him, would be the commentator for the day!"

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Well...I did bit of minor re-editing in these chapters!