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Chapter 242  Left Disappointed

I didn\'t always know what to say, or even if I knew what I wanted to say. It didn\'t always come out right. At least with Wang Chao in my mind all the time, there wouldn\'t be any misunderstandings because I said something or I didn\'t say something.

But there was a hard line when it comes to some aspects of me that I would not let him cross just yet. I had two years to… I don\'t know… do something. But before that time came, Wang Chao would have to keep his mind out of it.

He looked at me seriously and nodded his head. \'Anything you need to make your life easier,\' he replied for my ears only. Turning to the keypad next to the door, the remaining three men each took a side in the narrow stairwell with their weapons out.

I was moved (and by that, I mean I was picked up and carried) to the corner behind the door so that I would be shielded no matter what came through it. Mind you, after that little talk with Chen Zi Han, I was not impressed that they were in a less secure location, but I also knew that they needed me to be safe here in order to be able to focus on whatever might come through the door.

Wang Chao held up three fingers. "3... 2… 1…" he mouthed as he put in the code and jerked open the door.

And once again, we were left disappointed. There was no one waiting for us in the hallway. But that didn\'t mean that it was empty.

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Wang Chao was not happy. And normally, when he wasn\'t happy, it was a simple matter of killing someone, and whatever it was that upset him ended up dead at his feet.

He was never the good guy, and, truth be told, he never wanted to be. He was born knowing that he would have to have blood on his hands in order to protect the family, and he was more than willing to take on that role.

He excelled in the military because that was a more legitimate way to be able to protect the Wang Family and to be able to pick and train his own men. In fact, he had been single-mindedly dedicated to protecting his family no matter what until Li Dai Lu came.

Even if it was only reading the reports that Liu Wei had given him, he had been fascinated by her. But he was raised to never want to always put the family first. And he had done it for the first little while, but like a wreaking ball, she made sure that he couldn\'t hide his head in the sand for the rest of his life.

In fact, leaving his family for her was so much easier than he thought it would be. It was almost like the way he was born and raised prepared him to be at her side. Whatever she needed, he was able to provide it. Whatever she wanted, he was able to snap his fingers and make sure it was laid at her feet.

But now… the one making him unhappy was himself, and he couldn\'t just kill himself. Well, he could, but that would upset Li Dai Lu, and that was worse than him being unhappy.

But what he had seen in Deng Jun Hie\'s mind? What was here? He needed it more than he ever needed anything in his life... except Li Dai Lu and his brothers. It literally called to the part of his soul that Li Dai Lu didn\'t have. But he didn\'t think it would be like this.

If he knew, he would have forgone what was inside this facility and would have lived his life completely fine without it.

It was his fault that his woman was in an uncomfortable situation, that there was a threat to her somewhere locked in here with them. But nothing in Deng Jun Hie\'s mind prepared him for what awaited them when they opened the door at the bottom of the stairs.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were done in a pristine white with a silver accent, similar to how a brand-new hospital would look like. Maybe it was because they wanted to keep everything sterilized, and white showed every last speck of dirt, thus making it easier to keep clean.

But when the brilliant white was offset by the bright red of fresh blood, well, it made the red stand out that much more.

Wang Chao stepped over the threshold first but didn\'t take another step forward. Crouching down, he studied the floor for a few minutes. "There are at least two assailants," he said calmly as if he was merely talking about the rise and fall of stocks. "The bloody footprints suggest that much, but I can\'t say which ones belong to whom." He pointed to a bright red footprint that seemed to have been turned to an unnatural angle and was smearing blood behind it.

Almost as if whoever the assailant was, one of their ankles was broken. But that would be impossible. No one would be able to walk on an ankle that broke.

On either side of the footprints were drag marks, as if one person was pulling a body in each hand. But the strength needed to be able to do that, plus on a broken ankle... it was not a feat an ordinary person could do. The more he studied the scene, the more concerned he became.

There was the typical medium velocity spatter along the wall, and some of it even managed to cling to the ceiling before dropping down. Either that or the low-velocity splatter was a result of a blunt object hitting one or more of the victims.

But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn\'t understand how it happened, only that it did, and the person or persons responsible were still in the facility.

The big question was why hadn\'t they come after them yet?

What were they waiting for?