Miles was drained of all his energy. He was tired, depressed, and gone. Dead, as it were. He waited for the proper death. The hole. He would be thrown into the hole. According to no one, the hole had long spikes that would pierce you, dissect your body. Master Long refused to tell, keeping the mystery even scarier. This was a great way to keep the boys in check. He understood the human mind. He knew that the scariest kind of death is not knowing how one would die. The anticipation, the fear, it would kill a man before the actual death. Miles let out a slight smile. He had done his best to escape. Really, he did not think he would end this way. He loved life, and he did not want to die. But it was better than living in a shit hole controlled by a monster. He would meet his father in the afterlife. He never got to be a singer, to meet Tian Lou, to sing in front of thousands. But of course, his story of bravery would be told across all of China. At least, if one of the boys gets brav

Master Long stepped even closer, eyes blazing with a psychotic clarity. “You came here to kill me. But in killing me, you will become me. You think vengeance makes you righteous? That saving one boy makes up for the dozen men you had to cut down on your way here? You think the blood on your hands smells better than mine?” He smiled coldly. “You wear the same perfume, American. You just bought yours in Paris.” The wind picked up. The rotors on the chopper clicked faintly behind them like ticking time. Gary whispered, “You’re right about one thing, Long. The world is full of monsters. But only one of us had a choice. And you chose to be worse.” Master Long grinned. “And that, my friend, is why I sleep like a baby.” Gary slowly pulled out the folded glasses from his pocket, stared at them for a second, then back at Long. Suddenly, Master Long pulled out a gun and pointed it at Gary’s forehead, then laughed. “You see, killing you won’t be so hard, American. I like your chopper. I

Seated in front of him was a huge mansion plated in white and soft grey. It was quite a mansion, almost similar to his home back in America. Women and men worked in the gardens, servants cleaned the windows, workers drove in mowers, ensuring the grasses were kept neat at all times. The heavy door to the mansion loomed ahead, and gently, it creaked open. And a man walked out. Alone. He was a good looking man, barely above 30. His hair was toned white, pure brilliant white. He wore a simple dress. A white shirt and black office pants which was complimented by a shoe that even Gary could not tell what brand it was. The man walked like he had practiced walking for years, which, to Gary, was too informal and unnecessary. “Young master,” his thick voice creaked into the air as soon as he was close enough. Then, the man bowed. “You made it, Young Master. Huānyíng huí jiā. I guess your love for your grandmother is real.” Gary instantly recognized the voice. “You… it is you! Langston

The lady neither smiled nor frowned. She could have at least given off a slight grin of respect and adoration for serving her boss, the guy whose face and body seemed to have been chiseled to perfection. Perhaps she was offended that he called her god stupid? Gary did not care. “As my master wishes,” she bowed and left. Gary rushed into the bathroom and took care of himself. He brought out his phone and looked at his darling, Evelyn, one more time. He called a number. “Be on standby. I will give you access to the Island. Approach with caution and do not raise any suspicion. Whatever happens, you must make sure that my grandmother leaves this island safe and sound. Your last resort should be Plan E.” “Yes, Gary. I am sticking to the plan.” “Great. If, for any reason, you have to use your final resort, Edmond, do not hold back. Unleash the wrath of my dead soul on this island. Make sure eveything about the Wang Empire wipes off g****e maps, apple map and…” “I hear you, I hear y

His head throbbed with pain. He had a terrible nightmare. He always did. Miles finally opened his eyes after being unconscious for over 48 hours. The last thing he remembered was being pulled up inside a chopper. The same chopper that the American dropped down from when he saved him. When he saved all of them. He remembered seeing Master Long being dragged away like the demon he was. He remembered the American kneeling to his level to ask if he was alright. And so, he sprang up. He remembered it now. He was saved. He was a few seconds away from dying when the American saved him, saved all the boys and ladies from the claws of Master Long. The one risky call he made saved his life and the lives of all the boys. A smile spread across his face as he breathed in the air. True air, clean air, air free from the demonic stench of sweat, chemicals and oppression back in the bunker. As the tears rolled from his eyes, he closed his eyes and thanked the American. The American was a wealth