CHAPTER FOUR:DANGER
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Hei stood in absolute shock.
The divorce papers in his hands trembled not because of what he held in his hands, but because of how determined and the fierce look on Tang face, he hadn't seen her as such a character since they were married. No tears, no sign of regret appeared on her face. It was as if she had been trained to overcome this present situation for ages, well composed.
“Tang…” his voice much lower than normal.
“Could you just sign it?” She didn't blink twice. “I don't need your money or your assets. I just want my freedom restored back,” Tang remarked.
“Would you allow me to speak? Hei dropped the divorce papers on the glass table close to him. “I am here to apologize to you and not for this. What happened back then in the parking space? I was completely wrong. Song told exactly what happened back there. She also said that you were not at fault and I had no right to —” "Oh, a smirk with a dissatisfied laugh escaped Tang's lips. “So Song ordered you to, Song speaking for me.” She shook her head, pressing her tongue inside between her cheeks. “How sweet of her.”
“Do you hear yourself, Hei?” Tang said. A sudden change of composure cracked up to the brink of exploding, but she tried hard not to display it. “I am absolutely sure that she is the one who told you to come meet. That is not an odd activity, since you believe her more than me, and you don't see anything wrong with it.”
Hei tries to speak,
Then he dropped, closing back his mouth.
Knowing fully how his heart kept driving in guilt, even to say a word, was difficult for him.
“I'll give you a little time to think about it,” Tang said quietly, picking up her phone, which was on the arm of the sofa. “I need to take a walk and also need fresh air.”
It's already late, Tang. It's almost twelve midnight —”
“Give me break.you think I am a kid,” she looks at him with a gaze that detects something unreadable across — something that almost looked like disbelief and shock.
“Goodnight, Mr Hei.”
[ The door behind her slammed shut.]
The street outside their residence was quiet. Streetlamps displayed a long reflection of light on the wet pavement from the heavy rain earlier in the afternoon. Tang moved slowly, placing one hand in her coat pocket, the other hand caressing her flat stomach.
His Child.
She was laughing at the wickedness of bad timing. With her headphones on but no music playing, still drowning in thousands of thoughts from the conversation she had earlier, she didn't notice that a black van was tailing her, until it was late to back out.
Not even in her right sense of mind, she didn't notice when a shadow continuously followed her from behind, a gloved hand covered her mouth.
She didn't hear a sound from her screaming.
Immediately, the van door slammed.
The street is usually empty and silent, just like nobody ever lived around there.
Hei glanced at the papers in front of him for thirty-five minutes without blinking.
He found Tang's signature at the end – clean, same as usual, final. She hadn't signed it out of confusion. She signed it with absolute agreement and a decision made a long time ago before tonight's drama.
His phone rang,
He snubbed it,
It rang again,
Again,
And again,
Out of anger, he answered the sixth call, and he decided on responding. It was an anonymous number.
“Mr. Hei?” The voice on the other side was a bit refined, impossible to recognize. “I suggest you stay calm and pay attention.”
Every part of his body stood on end. “Who are you?”
“That shouldn't be your problem right now. What you should be bothered about is your wife.”
The room went silent.
“What –”
“Tang Tang, with a black purse, putting on a beige coat that night with a purple headset. She was taken almost from your residence a few minutes ago.” A wave of silence passes theatrically. “Well, she is fine for the moment.”
Hei was already standing on his feet, approaching the door. “If you lay your hands on her, I swear I will —”
“Relax, Mr Hei.” The voice deepened.
“You're in no position to make threats, and if you act stupid by calling the police, I promise you Mrs Tang won't still be the same.” Another calm moment. “There is, although, a second issue you should know.”
“What second issue?” His voice was uncontrollable.
“We also have Mrs Song.”
Hei went automatically silent.
The silence from Hei's side made the voice speaking on the other side of the phone happy and satisfied. The voice continued gently. “We have the two ladies hostage, so no matter what you do, don't call the police, stay unarmed, come alone and, again, their safety all depends on your performance. You will also have to make a delicate choice, Mr Hei. One of them will be going back with you tonight.”
His blood went cold.
“The other one doesn't.”
The call ended.
……
The address given to him directed him to an abandoned warehouse on the western edge of the factory district — a building the city abandoned over twenty years ago and dared not to recall. Hei reached the venue in just a matter of ten minutes, causing damage to almost every traffic law that interfered between him, the door, and the rusty chains attached to safeguard the property.
The inner part of the warehouse was very lit by the last hazard, which caused the concrete floor to get stained with rusty materials. Empty almost flamboyant — except for the center part.
Two chairs,
Tang in one,
Song in one.
Both had their hands attached together to the chairs. Song was blindfolded across her eyes. Tang did not — and when she detected Hei's presence across the warehouse promises, something strange moved across her face that she immediately kept quiet under an unexpressed mask.
She looked strangely. But she was alive. That was all that was important.
“Tang!” He moved a bit forward.
“Don’t even think of it,” a figure moved out from the shadows to his right. A man, looking dangerous, broad– shouldered, face covered. Two more emerged from the right. “ Not now.”
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