CHAPTER 96: THEY WILL COME FOR THE KID

"I will teach you a lesson..." the short and broad-shouldered guy said, moved a step forward and threw a punch at Kai.

The monk and the two disciples stood there, their faces shimmering with smiles as they watched the punch fly toward the boy’s face.

At the moment the punch reached Kai’s face, Kai moved his left arm, blocked the punch, then turned the hand upside down, letting the elbow turn inside out, and making the palm touch the back of his shoulder.

The air gushing through the nostrils of the monk and the two guys froze as their eyes widened in great shock that sent their mouths open.

And when the guy, whose arm had been turned, screamed, breaking the stillness of the faces, the monk and the two guys shook their heads in unison.

But Kai simply loosened his grip from the guy’s already disjointed arm, grinned, then turned, facing Jude’s direction.

The tall guy and the skinny rushed toward the short guy, who had slammed himself on the ground, clutching his unfixable fractured arm, and crying heavily like a baby.

The moment the monk saw the kid moving toward the exit of the bamboo forest, he screamed and rushed toward him, "HEY BRAT..."

Reaching the kid’s side, the monk clenched his fist and raised it in an arc stance, wanting to slam the kid down.

But at that instant, the monk’s arm stopped mid-air as he spotted Yung Mai also walking toward them in the opposite direction.

Quickly, the monk moved his arm, which had been paused on the boy’s shoulder, and brushed his fingers against the boy’s shoulder, acting as if to advise him.

"What’s going on here?" Yung Mai said, his voice echoing with a force that shook the bamboo trees.

When Yung Mai saw the wild gaze of the boy standing before him, he smiled, then shook his head.

The monk standing beside Kai smiled, his face shimmering strangely as he spotted Yung Mai staring at the boy.

When he saw Yung Mai’s gaze moving toward him, he chuckled in a horrific tone.

"This is the boy that was added to your cult," the monk said, pushing the boy forward.

Kai, whose face showed no sign of peace, obeyed the monk’s push and stepped close in with Yung Mai.

"I see..." Yung Mai said, nodding.

Yung Mai tapped on the shoulder of the boy, squeezed his eyes, then moved past Kai and the monk.

When Yung Mai reached the side of the boy sitting on the ground and crying heavily, he stopped, stared at the tilted arm.

"What happened to him?" Yung Mai asked in a worried tone.

The moment the two guys who had leaned beside the guy with a twisted arm stretched their arms upward, the monk standing a few inches away from Yung Mai rushed toward the two guys and forced them to put their arms down.

"Hahaha... Yung Mai... don’t mind these new disciples of my cult... the boy just slipped and broke his arm..." the monk said, halfway grinning and halfway smiling.

"We’re helping him up, and also take him to the temple for his treatment..." the monk added.

And when Yung Mai tried to speak, he paused as he saw the monk leading the two guys, the skinny guy and the broad-shouldered guy, carrying the fractured arm guy and moving toward the walls of the temple.

"This isn’t normal," Yung Mai said, basing on the speed at which the monk and the men used to reach and enter the walls of the temple.

After staring at the walls for a while, he then turned toward the direction he had moved from and smiled.

Meanwhile, as the two guys carrying the fractured arm guy stopped inside the temple, they turned a sharp gaze at the monk and grinned.

"Why didn’t you let us show the kid where he belongs..." the tall and broad-shouldered guy said, loosening his grip from the legs of the fractured arm guy, then walked hastily toward the monk.

But the moment he closed in with the monk and saw the monk’s wide eyes, the guy paused and bowed to the monk.

"Didn’t you see Yung Mai, the master of Shadow Cult, standing at the far distance staring at us?" the monk said, his voice echoing so deep it made debris fall from the walls and land on the ground.

At the mention of the name Shadow Cult, the skinny guy also loosened his grip on the fractured arm guy’s body and moved toward the monks with a curious expression.

"The Shadow Cult? The cult that had been classified as having the most deadly training?" he said, his eyes widening.

At that instant, the tall, broad-shouldered guy turned a confused face at his colleague, "What can a dual-minded person like you know, stop lying..."

But before the tall, broad-shouldered guy’s mind could devour the message, the monk stepped in, "Your colleague is right. Don’t joke with those in that cult or assigned to be part of that cult."

After the monk’s words faded, no one spoke. The two guys carried the fractured arm guy, then followed the monks.

As they turned and exited from the empty courtyard, green and brown leaves spun in the air, spiralling and then landing on the slightly cemented ground of the courtyard.

...

Outside the walls of the temple and the bamboo forest, Kai exhaled sharply, releasing the tension that had risen in him.

The moment Kai neared Jude, who was already standing beside one of the jagged stones closer to where the waves reached, he closed his eyes and began inhaling the calm air of the sea.

For ten minutes, the two boys stood there, just feeling the silence at the shore.

And on the eleventh minute, they cracked their eyes open as a seabird’s cry cut through the silence, and rang in their ears like a car horn.

Jude tilted his gaze from the deep-blue section of the sea, his eyes were locked onto Kai’s face, "I never knew you had this fucken strength."

Hearing Jude’s voice, Kai smiled, inhaled deeply and exhaled, then turned a soft gaze at Jude.

"Wait, I don’t understand... if you’re this strong... why have you allowed yourself to be bullied for an entire year?" Jude added, frowning.

Seeing the frown on Jude’s face, Kai shook his head, took three steps forward, then stood at the point at which the waves could touch his boots and soak them wet.

Then Kai bent down, struck his right arm in the wet sand and extracted some of the sand, and walked back to Jude’s side.

"Break the sand into two," Kai said, pouring the sand into Jude’s stretched palm.

"What are you saying... how can sand be broken into two... this is already soft and doesn’t need to be broken into two," Jude said, feeling slightly annoyed at Kai.

"Yes... That’s the same reason I never reacted to their bullying," Kai said, clapping and spilling the sand back on the ground, then tilted his gaze to the sky.

"To me..." he whispered, "...they are fragile, like the sand, weak like a leaf, and have soft bones like a newborn baby..." Kai added, tilting his gaze back at Jude.

"Reacting to them with a fight is like making a giant step on an ant..." Kai added, then closed his eyes.

Seeing Kai’s expression, Jude stood there shocked for a while, then burst into laughter. "I... get... your point."

The two boys stood at the shore, one uncontrollably laughing while the other remained there as if he knew nothing of emotion.

...

Meanwhile, at the far distance from the west side of Westeros to the south, heavy wind blew, letting leaves spin from the branches of the dying trees at the side of a road filled with skulls of different creatures.

And on the road, an ash-colored Jeep moved at high speed, its tyres rumbling over the skulls and crunching them, and leaving them scattered.

As the Jeep slowed down as it reached a huge wall, a beeping sound echoed, and in that instant, part of the wall moved, merging with itself and creating a square pathway through the walls.

The moment the Jeep entered through the square path and reached the inside of Gorg City, the wall released itself, letting the merged part move back to where it was and forming a perfect, untouched wall structure.

As the Jeep moved slowly inside the silent but busy road of Gorg City, countless men holding AK-47s raised their right arms and greeted the Jeep from both sides.

When the Jeep reached a full-glass building, it halted.

And inside the Jeep, four men sat calmly, two at the back and two at the front. With the two at the front, their facial expressions were nothing compared to those of the two seated at the back.

"What did the headquarters say after hearing the news?" Marcus asked, tilting himself slightly and facing Wang.

Hearing the word "Headquarters," the young guy sitting by the steer turned his gaze at the guy beside him.

When Kang saw the look on the driver’s face, he looked back at the boy, smiled in an unusual manner, and nodded.

"You know they’d always believe my words... they will come for the kid..." Wang said, feeling delighted as memories of him, the Westeros military leaders, and the government meeting reeled in his mind.

Marcus laughed, shook his head, and then opened the door he sat beside.

As the memories stopped reeling, Wang also opened the gate he sat beside and joined Marcus outside.

Few moments as Marcus and Wang began walking, they heard screaming and trembling sounds echoing from the car.

"Kang... Kang... Kang... when at all will this guy make a driver see his family after serving him for a day, rather than making the family receive a corpse?"

Marcus said, shaking his head as he opened the black door beside him for Wang to enter.

Few minutes after Wang entered, Kang stepped out of the car, his hands drenched in blood as he held onto a freshly pulled human heart.