Chapter 283 - How Morbid

Back in the bas.e.m.e.nt, The Fox and Wuming were still in the middle of their fight. It had already been going on for minutes. Wuming honestly already lost track of time. All he knew was that all his muscles were aching and all he wanted to do was drop down and rest.

"Damn," he said loudly and wrung out his arm again. "If you seriously injure this hand, I'm going to pull your fingernails one by one and wait for them to grow out just so I could pull them out again. 

"Does it hurt?" The Fox was already out of breath and there was a dried drop of blood from the corner of his lip. Nonetheless, he was grinning. His face was already bruised up and they were both dirty and sweaty. 

Wuming rolled his shoulders. The only injury he was worried about was his arm. Apart from that, he didn't feel any major pain. "You know you can't beat me, right?"

"I thought I did." Even The Fox felt the words like blades on his tongue. There was no point in not admitting that. 

He had been too confident in this. He had not even managed to graze Wuming while he already earned a cut on his side and his thigh and arm. All his wounds were stinging. The salt from his own water was not helping either.

"I'm going to die today," The Fox said.

Wuming lowered his fists. "You're not. I came in here with no plans to kill you," he grinned and started to move to the side.

The Fox felt panic rose in his chest. "Are you going to stop fighting with me?"

"You're a promising assassin. Why would I rid the world of someone like you?"

"But if you don't kill me now, I'm going to come for you again until I kill you."

"Be my guest," Wuming answered and pulled his shirt off the floor along with his earphone which he inserted in his ear again. "I'll be waiting for you," he laughed. "Get a lot better."

"NO!" The Fox said. "I am not going to let you leave here. One of us has to die."

Wuming rolled his eyes. "That kind of mindset would be the thing that would kill you in this business. Be smart. Walk away from this fight." Wuming pulled the gun by the strap. He fumbled in his pocket and tossed something in the air. "Here, catch!"

The Fox held out his hand and caught the small thing. It bit his skin and when he opened his palm, he saw that it had small needles and that the veins on his arms started to get more blue. He felt his heartbeat slowing down and he needed something to held onto but there was nothing near him so he dropped to the floor, shaking and spasming. 

Wuming entered his line of sight and crouched down near his head. "Don't fight it. It's nothing fatal, trust me. It'll just calm your body and you're going to fall asleep. If you're going to try and fight it, your vein might pop so if I were you I'd just let it take over." 

Wuming patted The Fox's cheek like they had been friends forever. "Your boss is going to die today. Come find me if you want to have a job. We are going to need more people like you on our side. Have a good sleep."

The Fox was just starting to argue and Wuming was already walking to get out of the room when suddenly he was in the air and blown away with heat and fire. He landed on his butt and bumped his head on the floor that made his vision turn black for a second. 

"What was that?!" The Fox asked.

Wuming groaned, making sure that his tailbone wasn't shattered. "An explosion." He breathed out and pushed himself upward. He turned and saw that The Fox was perfectly safe and protected with the wall between him and what exploded.

"When I see you next, I'll bring a bomb."

"Then," Wuming strained, "make sure that it would be heavy enough that it would blow the very land that I am standing on, because if not and I am going to live, I will hunt you down and tear you an inch everyday until you beg me to kill you."

"How morbid," slurred The Fox. His tongue got limp in his mouth.

"I'll see you soon, The Fox. Hopefully, you would have a new outlook by then." Wuming went for the doorway and blinked against the dust. It looked like the first floor collapsed but he could still find his way to the stairs. "By the way, I'm going to retire soon. You can have the number one spot that you covet."

"I still have to kill you."

Wuming smiled. "We shall see."

The moment that he started climbing the debris, he heard Qing Chen's distorted voice. "Wuming! Wuming!"

"What?" he groaned. Goddamn that Fox. His arm was seriously hurting.

"I'm back at the house. I can't reach Feng Xuan."

"Yes, I'll look for her too."

**

Feng Xuan choked on her own blood. "What the hell are you talking about? You didn't see how he killed my mother."

The Zookeeper kicked her stomach. "Stay down and I'll tell you all about it if you want."

Feng Xuan clutched her middle. She cursed The Zookeeper but he only smiled at her.

"Did you really remember things correctly?" The Zookeeper asked her. "I seem to recall that your mind created a whole new version of yourself because you can't live with the truth. How much do you trust your own memories?"

When Feng Xuan blinked, she saw the flashes of that night, of her mother bleeding out on the floor because of the wound on her head. "My memories are correct!"

"Oh really?" The Zookeeper said amusedly. "Poor you, I wonder if you would be able to comprehend the truth."