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Seeing one of their men lying on the ground, hold his arm and twitching in pain, the other were taken aback while one of them has already charged forward to attack but the next moment he was also lying following the first one. Looking at the lean figure of the boy and his age, no one had expected his capability to be so fatal. How can a fourteen – year boy can easily take down the men that were more than half of his age that too without any trace of sweat on his forehead. They were still trying their senses to believe that such a thing was possible but in that mean time three more men were down on the ground. The movements were so swift, clean and strong that none can see it, only the person who got the blow can feel the pain. The boy went for the sixth target when he heard the sounds of rushing cars coming close to them. He knew his people has come already. And soon a line of cars came and men dressed in all formal bodyguard dresses with Wang's family logo over their chest pocket rushed in their direction. The bodyguards captured the remaining men and also the ones lying on the ground. "Young Master! We apologize for our incompetence. We were following your car close behind but the car broke down in the mid – way. We deserve to be punished". The bodyguard chief apologized with his head lowered. "You definitely will. But for now just deal with all this. I will head towards my destination" he said as he looked at the man whom he was going to attack just before the bodyguards appeared. He so wanted to crush him with his own hands as he was the one who has dared to mock at him but at this time something else was more important. So he left the men and turned to walk back to the car as he really has to reach hospital as soon as possible. He wanted to have a look at his parents so that he can console himself saying that everything will be fine. He took quick steps towards his car. But at this moment a loud gunshot was heard. Bang! Before anyone could react to the situation, the bullet has already hit Deming's shoulders tearing the flesh and muscles apart. "Young Master!" The bodyguards panicked as they rushed to the man who has shot the bullet to their young master. Some rushed forward to look at the boy's condition who has fallen on the ground holding his shoulder. But he was already unconscious. After all he was still a young boy of fourteen – years age. All he can be tough and strong with unimaginable techniques of martial arts. But at the end he was still a child who yet to get used to the pain that was too raw for his body to take. A bullet was really something very harsh for a young body. He was lifted up by the bodyguards and rushed to the hospital. When the boy regained his consciousness, it has already been two days since the accident. He was still lying on the hospital bed, a man in black standing at the corner and talking to the doctor. "Uncle Murphy!", he called out in a weak but clear voice. Hearing the frail voice, the man turned to look and the doctor rushed forwards to take a look at the vitals. "Uncle Murphy, how is father and mother? They are fine? Where are they?" the young boy asked as he looked around room as if trying to spot his parents but they weren't there. He tried to lift his body but failed terribly as his wounds were still fresh. "It's okay Deming. Take rest first. We will talk about this later", Murphy said as he looked at the boy who was agonizing to meet his parents. "No I am fine. I will meet them first. Take me to them. Please Uncle Murphy, I want to meet them". Deming tried to pull himself up staggering on his feet. Murphy tried to stop him again and again but failed. He has long torn off the needles attached to his arms and was walking towards exit of the room. He can see the vulnerability in his eyes. The boy who has always kept his attitude and personality in check, not showing any of his weakness was no has actually lost his self. Because somewhere his heart can sense the apprehensiveness in the air. Something that was making his heart shiver from within. "Deming, stop there. They are not here. To see them you have to get dressed first", Murphy said as he gestured towards the set of plain clothes that were already kept on the sofa at the side. Deming nodded and then quickly went to change his clothes. When he was brought to his parents he has went all quiet as if he never had a voice before. Even his eyes didn't give off any air not even coldness he used to have in his eyes. He just got down on his knees and sat down near the graves where his parents were buried. Not moving for the entire day, he just sat there and watched as if still trying to change the truth. Thoughts of ruining the world as well as ending his own meaningless less were coming in his head again and again. No one came forward to disturb his thought. Murphy was looking at him from a far distance. He was feeling somewhere guilty thinking that he wasn't able to save the people who was closest to him. He felt bad, Deming was so unlucky that he wasn't able to get the last look of his parents. Days passed, but the condition of Deming showed no changes. Daily he would come to the place and sit for the whole day, being all silent. On one sunny day, a soft giggle tore away the thick walls of darkness and silence of his heart. His lips curled up into a smile when his eyes found the girl who was talking to no one in particular but still it felt like she was. She was kneeled in front of a pair of graves, her small hands holding a bunch of white roses. Her voice was so soft and innocent that could the heart of anyone. But suddenly her smile froze as her eyes met with the pair or dark eyes staring at her. She tilted her head to both sides as if trying to remember something. The confusion on her face looked so adorable, that Deming's eyes smiled giving off the true emotion his heart was feeling.
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Seeing one of their men lying on the ground, hold his arm and twitching in pain, the other were taken aback while one of them has already charged forward to attack but the next moment he was also lying following the first one. Looking at the lean figure of the boy and his age, no one had expected his capability to be so fatal. How can a fourteen – year boy can easily take down the men that were more than half of his age that too without any trace of sweat on his forehead. They were still trying their senses to believe that such a thing was possible but in that mean time three more men were down on the ground. The movements were so swift, clean and strong that none can see it, only the person who got the blow can feel the pain. The boy went for the sixth target when he heard the sounds of rushing cars coming close to them. He knew his people has come already. And soon a line of cars came and men dressed in all formal bodyguard dresses with Wang's family logo over their chest pocket rushed in their direction. The bodyguards captured the remaining men and also the ones lying on the ground. "Young Master! We apologize for our incompetence. We were following your car close behind but the car broke down in the mid – way. We deserve to be punished". The bodyguard chief apologized with his head lowered. "You definitely will. But for now just deal with all this. I will head towards my destination" he said as he looked at the man whom he was going to attack just before the bodyguards appeared. He so wanted to crush him with his own hands as he was the one who has dared to mock at him but at this time something else was more important. So he left the men and turned to walk back to the car as he really has to reach hospital as soon as possible. He wanted to have a look at his parents so that he can console himself saying that everything will be fine. He took quick steps towards his car. But at this moment a loud gunshot was heard. Bang! Before anyone could react to the situation, the bullet has already hit Deming's shoulders tearing the flesh and muscles apart. "Young Master!" The bodyguards panicked as they rushed to the man who has shot the bullet to their young master. Some rushed forward to look at the boy's condition who has fallen on the ground holding his shoulder. But he was already unconscious. After all he was still a young boy of fourteen – years age. All he can be tough and strong with unimaginable techniques of martial arts. But at the end he was still a child who yet to get used to the pain that was too raw for his body to take. A bullet was really something very harsh for a young body. He was lifted up by the bodyguards and rushed to the hospital. When the boy regained his consciousness, it has already been two days since the accident. He was still lying on the hospital bed, a man in black standing at the corner and talking to the doctor. "Uncle Murphy!", he called out in a weak but clear voice. Hearing the frail voice, the man turned to look and the doctor rushed forwards to take a look at the vitals. "Uncle Murphy, how is father and mother? They are fine? Where are they?" the young boy asked as he looked around room as if trying to spot his parents but they weren't there. He tried to lift his body but failed terribly as his wounds were still fresh. "It's okay Deming. Take rest first. We will talk about this later", Murphy said as he looked at the boy who was agonizing to meet his parents. "No I am fine. I will meet them first. Take me to them. Please Uncle Murphy, I want to meet them". Deming tried to pull himself up staggering on his feet. Murphy tried to stop him again and again but failed. He has long torn off the needles attached to his arms and was walking towards exit of the room. He can see the vulnerability in his eyes. The boy who has always kept his attitude and personality in check, not showing any of his weakness was no has actually lost his self. Because somewhere his heart can sense the apprehensiveness in the air. Something that was making his heart shiver from within. "Deming, stop there. They are not here. To see them you have to get dressed first", Murphy said as he gestured towards the set of plain clothes that were already kept on the sofa at the side. Deming nodded and then quickly went to change his clothes. When he was brought to his parents he has went all quiet as if he never had a voice before. Even his eyes didn't give off any air not even coldness he used to have in his eyes. He just got down on his knees and sat down near the graves where his parents were buried. Not moving for the entire day, he just sat there and watched as if still trying to change the truth. Thoughts of ruining the world as well as ending his own meaningless less were coming in his head again and again. No one came forward to disturb his thought. Murphy was looking at him from a far distance. He was feeling somewhere guilty thinking that he wasn't able to save the people who was closest to him. He felt bad, Deming was so unlucky that he wasn't able to get the last look of his parents. Days passed, but the condition of Deming showed no changes. Daily he would come to the place and sit for the whole day, being all silent. On one sunny day, a soft giggle tore away the thick walls of darkness and silence of his heart. His lips curled up into a smile when his eyes found the girl who was talking to no one in particular but still it felt like she was. She was kneeled in front of a pair of graves, her small hands holding a bunch of white roses. Her voice was so soft and innocent that could the heart of anyone. But suddenly her smile froze as her eyes met with the pair or dark eyes staring at her. She tilted her head to both sides as if trying to remember something. The confusion on her face looked so adorable, that Deming's eyes smiled giving off the true emotion his heart was feeling.
Seeing one of their men lying on the ground, hold his arm and twitching in pain, the other were taken aback while one of them has already charged forward to attack but the next moment he was also lying following the first one. Looking at the lean figure of the boy and his age, no one had expected his capability to be so fatal. How can a fourteen year boy can easily take down the men that were more than half of his age that too without any trace of sweat on his forehead. They were still trying their senses to believe that such a thing was possible but in that mean time three more men were down on the ground. The movements were so swift, clean and strong that none can see it, only the person who got the blow can feel the pain. The boy went for the sixth target when he heard the sounds of rushing cars coming close to them. He knew his people has come already. And soon a line of cars came and men dressed in all formal bodyguard dresses with Wang's family logo over their chest pocket rushed in their direction. The bodyguards captured the remaining men and also the ones lying on the ground. "Young Master! We apologize for our incompetence. We were following your car close behind but the car broke down in the mid way. We deserve to be punished". The bodyguard chief apologized with his head lowered. "You definitely will. But for now just deal with all this. I will head towards my destination" he said as he looked at the man whom he was going to attack just before the bodyguards appeared. He so wanted to crush him with his own hands as he was the one who has dared to mock at him but at this time something else was more important. So he left the men and turned to walk back to the car as he really has to reach hospital as soon as possible. He wanted to have a look at his parents so that he can console himself saying that everything will be fine. He took quick steps towards his car. But at this moment a loud gunshot was heard. Bang! Before anyone could react to the situation, the bullet has already hit Deming's shoulders tearing the flesh and muscles apart. "Young Master!" The bodyguards panicked as they rushed to the man who has shot the bullet to their young master. Some rushed forward to look at the boy's condition who has fallen on the ground holding his shoulder. But he was already unconscious. After all he was still a young boy of fourteen years age. All he can be tough and strong with unimaginable techniques of martial arts. But at the end he was still a child who yet to get used to the pain that was too raw for his body to take. A bullet was really something very harsh for a young body. He was lifted up by the bodyguards and rushed to the hospital. When the boy regained his consciousness, it has already been two days since the accident. He was still lying on the hospital bed, a man in black standing at the corner and talking to the doctor. "Uncle Murphy!", he called out in a weak but clear voice. Hearing the frail voice, the man turned to look and the doctor rushed forwards to take a look at the vitals. "Uncle Murphy, how is father and mother? They are fine? Where are they?" the young boy asked as he looked around room as if trying to spot his parents but they weren't there. He tried to lift his body but failed terribly as his wounds were still fresh. "It's okay Deming. Take rest first. We will talk about this later", Murphy said as he looked at the boy who was agonizing to meet his parents. "No I am fine. I will meet them first. Take me to them. Please Uncle Murphy, I want to meet them". Deming tried to pull himself up staggering on his feet. Murphy tried to stop him again and again but failed. He has long torn off the needles attached to his arms and was walking towards exit of the room. He can see the vulnerability in his eyes. The boy who has always kept his attitude and personality in check, not showing any of his weakness was no has actually lost his self. Because somewhere his heart can sense the apprehensiveness in the air. Something that was making his heart shiver from within. "Deming, stop there. They are not here. To see them you have to get dressed first", Murphy said as he gestured towards the set of plain clothes that were already kept on the sofa at the side. Deming nodded and then quickly went to change his clothes. When he was brought to his parents he has went all quiet as if he never had a voice before. Even his eyes didn't give off any air not even coldness he used to have in his eyes. He just got down on his knees and sat down near the graves where his parents were buried. Not moving for the entire day, he just sat there and watched as if still trying to change the truth. Thoughts of ruining the world as well as ending his own meaningless less were coming in his head again and again. No one came forward to disturb his thought. Murphy was looking at him from a far distance. He was feeling somewhere guilty thinking that he wasn't able to save the people who was closest to him. He felt bad, Deming was so unlucky that he wasn't able to get the last look of his parents. Days passed, but the condition of Deming showed no changes. Daily he would come to the place and sit for the whole day, being all silent. On one sunny day, a soft giggle tore away the thick walls of darkness and silence of his heart. His lips curled up into a smile when his eyes found the girl who was talking to no one in particular but still it felt like she was. She was kneeled in front of a pair of graves, her small hands holding a bunch of white roses. Her voice was so soft and innocent that could the heart of anyone. But suddenly her smile froze as her eyes met with the pair or dark eyes staring at her. She tilted her head to both sides as if trying to remember something. The confusion on her face looked so adorable, that Deming's eyes smiled giving off the true emotion his heart was feeling.
