Sorry, honey

"If you let us go, I can pay you twice over what that bastard has paid you," Fei Huangjin declared, his voice clear and unmistakable. After all, money usually solved things, didn't it?

The security team looked at each other in hesitation, but when he saw that some of them shook their heads as if they were rejecting his offer, Fei Huangjin pursed his lips in annoyance and used their momentary distraction to kill all of them off.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Bodies fell one by one—

Click. Click.

--until he ran out of bullets. "F*cking sh*t." That bastard, Su Jianjun – he didn't even fully load this gun with bullets!

BANG! BANG!

The men started firing and Fei Huangjin deflected to the wall, accidentally hitting Ying Yue against it with a slam. "Sorry honey," he murmured. And with all his strength, he threw his gun to one of the men and charged forward.

His fist met someone's jaw and he sent a kick to another before sprinting forward. Ying Yue was weighing heavily on his bad shoulder, and he felt his bones and muscles about to give way. However, he had to hold on. He could do this. Just a little more and they'd be out—

BANG!

"Argh!" Fei Huangjin was sent to his knees as a bullet grazed his right thigh. But the sudden impact to his body caused him to loosen his hold on Ying Yue, and she slunk to the ground even as he scrambled to get ahold of her. "Ying Yue, honey—" The sight of the rise and fall of her chest sent some relief to his tight chest and aching body, but when he caught sight of how pale she was and how soaked her clothes were with blood, he felt another pang of uneasiness coarse through his veins.

No… He had to get her out of here.

Click.

Fei Huangjin's eyes turned sideways. Dead bodies littered the hallway. From the group of men earlier, there was only one security personnel left standing well and uninjured. And the man also had a gun, now thrust against Fei Huangjin's head.

"Give it up. We have orders to keep you in the basement or kill you if you try to escape," he said.

Fei Huangjin reluctantly released his hold on Ying Yue and turned to face the man with an eerie smile. "The one who gave you those orders is already dead. No one's going to pay you for loyalty. But my offer of payment still stands, you know."

The man gritted his teeth and pushed his gun harder against Fei Huangjin. "You can't buy my loyalty!"

A sigh escaped Fei Huangjin's lips. In a swift move, he had managed to unarm the man by twisting his hand and arm, all the while he was on the floor and on his knees. This time, the table had turned, and he was the one pointing a gun at the man. This guy shouldn't have underestimated me, he thought. After all, wasn't the master of the Dragon Club for nothing.

BANG!

Blood splattered on his face as another dead body fell to the cold tiled floor. He ignored it and turned back to Ying Yue. ���Yue…" Damn it. Her pulse was getting even weaker by the minute.

Fei Huangjin tried to lift her up, but he instantly realized his right leg was now weak. The shot that grazed his thigh was deeper than he thought, and he could barely walk now without supporting himself. On top of it all, his bad shoulder was bleeding profusely again.

Damn it. If the heavens really did exist, couldn't they grant him just enough strength to save his wife?

Fei Huangjin held Ying Yue close. He didn't want to lose her – not ever.