2 The Result

After Brother Hou and the thugs walked away, Grandpa Lou ran over to Wang Ming with tears and blood streaming down his face. It horrified him, seeing the condition of Wang Ming's legs completely broken. Touching his legs, they were soft and wobbly. Arms and ribs didn't look any better, either. Wang Ming's condition looks terrible.

I would have been dead for sure if this happened to me, Grandpa Lou thought.

"Please hold on Wang Ming! Please don't die. Somebody help me, please."

Grandpa Lou kept screaming while tears fell down like rain from his eyes. But no one bothered. He looked around and all he saw was eyes wide with fear. Seeing this, he knew he had to rely on himself to get Wang Ming out of here. But when he tried to carry Wang Ming, Grandpa Lou realized his body didn't have anymore energy feeling lightheaded from the adrenaline that had left his body, Grandpa Lou passed out on top of him.

The onlookers wanted to call the police, but no one dared to, afraid of offending Brother Hou. All the people on the street let out a breath of relief when finally Brother Hou, and his underlings left. Some then tried to call the ambulance, but before they could call.

They saw two big men wearing black suits with a ferocious look. They had tattoos on the top of their head saying 3 (San) and 4 (Si). The two men walked up to Wang Ming and Grandpa Lou, grabbing them over their shoulders as the men walked away.

Some onlookers wanted to ask where they tried to take them, but got cold feet and shut their mouths as soon as the two men glared at them. Better them than us, they all thought and just went on with their day. As the saying goes, "Curiosity killed the cat."

The two men went out of the street to a car parked in an alleyway. It was a limousine type Bentley. Opening the car, they laid Wang Ming and Grandpa Lou down gently. There was another man inside the vehicle that looked around 50 to 60 years old. Who nodded at the men, motioning them to drive.

While they were driving the Old Man watched Wang Ming with a tender look, then took out a filthy ancient looking book from his chest, putting it underneath Wang Ming's shirt. Then lowly said, "I hope I won't regret this day. I put my faith in you, my boy. If you can't save us, then China will collapse."

"Are you sure about this, Boss? If he doesn't succeed, we won't have time to choose another person." Asked the driver.

"I believe in him San, now drop him off in front of his house, little Si." San and Si both nodded and drove to Wang Ming's house before laying him on the steps outside his house and knocking on the door. It seemed like the men were familiar with the place. They navigated the roads with ease and pinpointed Wang Ming's house like they had been there before.

"What about the Old Man Boss? Do you want us to get rid of him?"

"Take care of him as you would usually do, but since he had helped and tried to help Wang Ming. Be nice to him before you send him away." As the car drove away, the book on Wang Ming's chest disappeared as it was never there.

Wang Ping walked wobbly to the door to see who was knocking at the door. But were shocked sober when he saw his son Wang Ming lying on his back, looking badly injured. Hurriedly taking out his phone to call the ambulance, Wang Ping stopped when the call just connected. He suddenly thought about their economic situation they only have 2000 yuan left, which was their life savings.

So Wang Ping thought. With Wang Ming's injuries, the doctors can't save him at the hospital, wouldn't it be a waste of money to send him then? If he dies, nobody will give him money to buy alcohol and food. But if they go to the hospital and they can't save Wang Ming, then he would not only lose the person providing him money but also lose a lot of money trying.

Wang Ping hesitantly carried Wang Ming up and put him on his bed. Then he ran out to buy some bandages and some cheap medicine. Though when he came out on the streets where Wang Ming usually sold food to find out no one on the street wanted to interact with him. The people from the medicine and herb shop didn't want to sell him anything and refused him, even when he threatened that if his son died, it would be their fault.

He was fuming red with anger and embarrassment until the manager whispered to him that his son had offended Brother Hou. Brother Hou had already announced that if anybody on this street helped Wang Ming, they would receive the same treatment as him.

Hearing this, he knew there was nothing that he could do, Brother Hou owns these streets. If he wanted you dead, you could only comply. Walking back home, Wang Ping used some of his old clothes to bandage Wang Ming's body instead.

Getting a better look at his son's injuries, he thought, even if Wang Ming survives, he's probably going to a crippled person for the rest of his life. Not being able to hold his anger anymore, Wang Ping shouted at the still unconscious Wang Ming.

"You fucking idiot of a son, Why would you provoke that Monkey. The only thing I ever needed from you was for you to work and give me money to eat and drink, but now I even have to take care of you if you live? You are a clown, didn't I give you and your mother enough!? What am I supposed to do now? Surviving is up to you, I have done everything I could." Wang Ping then went into the living room and started drinking all his problems away.

Unbeknownst to Wang Ping and everybody else, Wang Ming was conscious he could hear but not react. His mind awoke right after the Old Man had put the book on top of him. Even though he was awake, the body wouldn't listen to him.

"Am I dead? What happened to me was I beaten to death by Brother Hou? Why do I hear the sounds of my father? What is happening? Am I a fleeting soul? Can someone talk to me, tell me what is happening!?"

It was as if Yama had heard his prayers and granted him his wish. Letting him listen to the words he never thought would come from the person he loved the most since his mother left him when he was ten years old.

He felt like multiple knives were being stabbed repeatedly at his heart. He'd felt nothing so painful, Wang Ming tried to scream and cry but nothing came out of his throat nor his eyes. He just laid there, feeling the knives tearing into his heart one piece at a time. Wang Ming had no perception of time. He felt like it had been years, but the torture kept going, the pain just didn't stop until…