Chapter 152 - Kill You When I See You

"I'm gonna go," Wuming volunteered and stood up.

"I'm coming too," Qing Lok said.

Qing Chen eyed Feng Xuan first. "The three of us are going to go. We'll find her and get answers. We'll get back to you as soon as possible."

Shao Fang stood up straighter. "I want to go with you."

"No," Master said. "You're not finished with your training. Everything that we have worked hard in keeping you out of the public will be destroyed once you stepped out of these grounds. You're staying."

Feng Xuan did not utter another word. She knew Master would not let her leave too.

Soon, the office got empty and the brothers got back in their rooms to gather their belongings. A car had been called to have fetch them at the entrance.

Qing Chen did not really have much possessions in this place as he did not really took anything when they got caught spying. He changed back into his clothes. Feng Xuan was just watching him clean his room—eliminating any evidences that he was there. He pulled his sheets and rolled it in a bundle along with the clothes he used and put it near the door. Later, his whole room would be wiped down to clear any traces.

"You're excited to get out?" Feng Xuan asked.

"Not really," he admitted. "I wanted to stay here and be with you. But I have to put your safety first. I have to know if it was The Zookeeper who was doing this."

Feng Xuan winced. "I don't think it was him. That would to low for him to do that. And too messy. If he wanted me watched, he wouldn't send an amateur like that."

"I agree," Qing Chen answered. "If it's not him—God forbid—there's another group of people who wants you… or us." He shook his head. "I can't even these days," he laughed. "I just want peace and quiet."

"We've had that for quite a while."

"We sure did. But my time's up in Wonderland."

Feng Xuan walked closer to Qing Chen and held on his shoulders. It slid down to his arms. "You've gotten bigger."

"Yeah, I honestly feel more stable with my body now. It'll be hard to get back to my simple routines in the morning. I think my body adjusted to a different level of burn."

Feng Xuan kissed his cheek. "I'll be staying here for another month. Make it real this time—don't visit."

Qing Chen cleared his throat. "Yes, I promise I won't come. Not unless your life is in danger. I'll see you in a month. Have fun training."

"When I get out of here, I'll be better than you are," she grinned.

He chuckled and pressed his lips on her forehead. "Of course you will be." He opened his palm and let her take the small box.

"What is that?" she asked.

"It's a rose." He pulled at the sides of the box and it bloomed into a red rose.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she took the small rose in curiosity.

"Believe it or not there was a book about origami here. There were some spare paper at the back of it. Apparently, it could be a great way to hide messages. I have to get a copy of that book and give it to Lok."

Feng Xuan restored the rose into a box with a smile. "This is convenient. It doesn't wilt. I'll keep it forever."

They head down as they still had a long walk back to the entrance. His brothers were already there in their normal clothes. Wuming had a sheathed long sword across his back.

"Where the hell—"

"He was pretty insisted that he wanted a souvenir from this place," Master interrupted his thought. "Your brother is pretty hard-headed. He could be charming if he wants to. He's really great at what he does. Probably one of the best in your generation."

Qing Chen shook his head but a smile lifted the corners of his lips. "Yeah, he is."

"Your youngest brother had a really modern mind. He's a good fighter but if he comes across someone with your eldest brother's skill, he won't survive. Keep him safe and away from the trouble as much as possible."

"I won't let my brothers die," Qing Chen said.

"Of course you won't," Master agreed. "Because you are the most reasonable one, and the one with the softest heart. You could be cruel but you love your family dearly. It shows. I have heard about the way you are from your father. I see he's very concerned with your future plans for the mafia. I am telling you, child, an iron hand is not always a bad hand. Your father has one too."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes," Master smiled at him upwards. "I used to work for your father. I had taken contracts from him and took away his enemies. I used to think that being the most powerful one was the only way you could keep your family safe. But no. Even if you're the most powerful one, a threat will always be there to take that power away." Master nodded at him. "But you're right, Qing Chen. Eliminating the possible threats was the only way to be at peace. That was what exactly I did when I left the assassin life."

"Thank you for sharing your views with me and for accommodating us. We'll back soon and we'll send you updates regarding Ma Min."

Master handed him a file. "This is all I know about her. I picked her up from the streets during a trip in the city. I hope this helps."

"Thank you, Master."

Master nodded at him. His brothers also said their farewells.

"I'll see you in a month," Qing Chen said to Feng Xuan and he pulled her in a tight hug, smelling her hair.

"Yeah, go away now. I'm late for my morning training," Feng Xuan laughed. When he released her, she pulled at his neck and gave hime the shortest kiss in history. "I'll kill you when I see you again."

Qing Chen grinned back at her. "I'd love to see you try."

It was a good farewell. He thought he would find it hard to leave his wife, but knowing that she was happy to be left alone and focus on her training, it made everything easier.

While walking to the entrance, Qing Chen was already reading the file about Ma Min, handing the finished papers to his brothers. When they got in the limousine, they were only rechecking, thinking of any clues.

There was nothing suspicious about the woman. When Master had taken her under his wing, she had told the same thing they had found in the report.

"There has to be something," Qing Lok said with his eyes closed.

Wuming had his elbows on his knees. His fingers pressed to his lips. "I think I know something."

"Well, tell us," Qing Chen said.

"It's a stretch but… it was said she was in her mother's sister's house—auntie's, right?"

"And?"

"I know a place called Auntie's House… and it's a brothel."