Wang Yichen held the gun straight to the forehead of the man who kidnapped Xuan Ling.
"You only have 30 seconds to decide, bastard! Either you take me to your prisoner or I'll pop your brains out of that skull!"
"Are you his sugar daddy? No wonder he had his a*s loose when I tasted him!" The kidnapper said, laughing.
Wang Yichen's eyes almost popped out in rage as his hands voluntarily changed target, from the head to the center, he shot the man's d*ck unhesitantly and threw him into the ground. "I forgot to tell you, I don't like killing people right away. Why don't you suffer a little bit?" He kicked away all weapons that may ease the man's death and shot both his feet so he couldn't walk. "Die feeling pain and resentment. Maybe if you just shut the f*ck up, I'd have let you die quickly."
"You are a sick man!" The kidnapper exclaimed, clutching his damaged d*ck, bleeding rapidly. "You will never find him!"
Wang Yichen smiled devilishly as he lit a cigarette and puffed smoke into the kidnapper's face. He offered the cigarette box to the man. "Want one?"
The kidnapper looked at him in disbelief and anger. "Keep your filthy things to yourself!"
Wang Yichen smiled once more, puffing out smoke once more, he dropped the cigarette box and lighter to the ground near the disabled man. "I'm not exactly a bad man. Take that smoke and enjoy your life with that rotting d*ck. I'll now go find my man. Goodbye!"
As he turned to leave, the smile on Wang Yichen's face was replaced with worry and fear that he was actually too late to save Xuan Ling. He walked like a cheetah leaping in broad daylight, unfamiliar with the place, he struggled dead ends and chaotic mazes.
From a tent not far from him, he heard some noises. One of which, Xuan Ling's voice was shouting plead and resistance as many more voices echoed laughter and flattery.
He leaped faster and as he reached the tent, his gun released bullets, as if being dictated, the bullet pierced through their targets, four men fell unto the ground, breathing shallow, if not yet dead.
Xuan Ling struggled from the small table as Wang Yichen rushed in adrenaline to untie the ropes that imprisoned the man. From the side was a table with piles of surgical knives that were placed down neatly, ready for operation.
Xuan Ling hugged him, sobbing lightly as he now found the comforting presence of the only man he'd ever trust. "They wanted to sell my heart away..." Xuan Ling stammered.
"They won't take your heart anymore." Wang Yichen assured as he hugged Ling much tighter.
He gripped his palms closed as he hugged him.
'No one can take away your heart, as long as I'm still alive, your heart can only be yours and mine.' Wang Yichen thought to himself.
