Trafford's Trading Club

The pool of blood and scared looks emerging, along with the screams...

Mo Xiaofei hand covered his forehead, trying to calm his uneasy mood down and persuade himself. "That’s your fault... all your fault... Why did you resist... all because you didn’t change... That’s all your fault..."

After a certain while, Mo Xiaofei felt his head was not as painful as before. Then, he stood up and breathed in deeply, gliding down among the buildings again and into the night.

He headed back to that alley.

The owner had already called the police and the ambulance. Medical staff carried stretchers and sent the man into the ambulance while some onlookers gathered at the scene.

"Honestly, officer, I really don’t know what happened at all! When I came up to him, this guy was already lying on the ground, and covered in blood! I’m the victim and many people witnessed it. You can go ask those street vendors!"

Currently, Mo Xiaofei was one of the onlookers.

They were talking like this.

"How terrible. Such a huge piece of glass, stuck into his body and blood was all over the ground!"

"A wicked person will undergo more affliction..."

Mo Xiaofei didn’t continue to look. ‘A wicked person will undergo more affliction... No, it’s merely your fault.’

Mo Xiaofei was in a terrible mood this evening. After bringing those guys he had caught before to the abandoned factory, he didn’t pay any more attention to them. Instead, he merely rushed home.

‘Yes, it’s all your fault.’

...

As usual, Mo Xiaofei changed and hid the equipment, before flying to the window along the wall.

It was not high, merely the third floor... However, the window had been opened which made Mo Xiaofei gape. He remembered he had closed the window before he left home.

Mo Xiaofei scowled, crossing over the window frame and parting the curtain from the bottom, before landing on the ground. The next second, just as he intended to turn on the table lamp, the incandescent lamp was lighted. Mo Xiaofei gave a start. It turned out his father Mo Hongqi was already in his room.

He turned on the lamp... And merely saw him ‘climb’ in from the window. Because of the curtain, he might not have seen the appearance of him ‘flying’.

Even so, this situation gave Mo Xiaofei a different sense of anxiety... He didn’t know how to explain this issue to his father.

He involuntarily concealed his backpack of tools behind him, "Dad, I..."

"Are you hungry? It’s really late," Mo Hongqi said. "I’ve cooked some food, let’s eat together."

Mo Xiaofei nodded without thinking.

The light was still on in his father’s work room, perhaps due to rushing his clients’ woodcarving products. The father and son sat at the table. Due to the inconvenience of his father, the food was quite simple--- noodles with some chopped green onion stirred in sauce.

"You didn’t close the window and a wild cat rushed in from somewhere," Mo Hongqi ate the noodles while whispering. "I called you several times but there was no response."

Mo Xiaofei lowered his head and said, "That wild cat..."

"It might be frightened when it came in so it jumped back out." Mo Hongqi stared at Mo Xiaofei and gave him a mild smile.

Because of the faint sternness emitting from his father, Mo Xiaofei dared not look straight at him. He said rather uncomfortably, "Dad, I... I’m alright, I did nothing."

His tone reflected a lack of persuasion... Actually, Mo Xiaofei didn’t know how to confess to his father.

"Eat it quickly then clean it up and go sleep. But don’t wake up your mother," Mo Hongqi lightly said. "Or it’ll affect your energy for school tomorrow."

Somehow, Mo Xiaofei’s nose twitched and words slipped of the tongue. "Dad, tonight actually I..."

Unexpectedly, his father just shook his head, suddenly saying, "Your school teacher called and said that it’s not safe recently and parents should look after their children. I guess it’s because of the murder of some students’ death two days ago. Probably from your school."

The father took a glance at his child, finding that he was avoiding eye contact with him. "You have been a smart child from young. If there are any problems, you can consult your mother and me. A man doesn’t mean he should deal with affairs alone. No matter what you do, be safe."

"I... I won’t go out secretly anymore." Mo Xiaofei looked down.

Mo Hongqi said in a soft voice, "Eat it."

Mo Xiaofei nodded and it all up before walking back to his room. He lay in bed but couldn’t go to sleep.

...

Mew~

Though he was not a fan of cats, Boss Luo looked at the black wildcat at his feet, crouching to touch its neck to play with it. Then took out a small bag of milk biscuits, taking one piece out and putting it on the ground.

He fondled the kitty’s hair, quietly watching the light from the workroom.

How would Mo Xiaofei choose the following path?

The club’s boss felt a sense familiarity--- just as if he himself had acquired a miraculous power.

Different people in the same situation. What would their choice be?

"Let’s wait and see."

Luo Qiu threw down another piece of biscuit, talking softly while looking at the appearance of the cat as it ate the biscuit. "There might be more serious problems ahead."

He stood up and talked to this kitty, "Go find a master because you won’t know when an accident will happen to you."

...

...

With a deep breath, Mo Xiaofei went to the hospital.

The man who was sent away last night should be in this hospital.

Robbery was not deemed to be a capital crime; however, Mo Xiaofei didn’t think he would end up this way. He comforted himself but was still agitated. Therefore, he came hesitantly during his school’s lunchtime.

"That man sent last night should be in ICU... By the way, how are you two related?"

Hearing the question from the nurse, Mo Xiaofei suddenly said, "You dropped something."

The nurse gave a start, looking down to check. Right then, the glass on the counter dropped and shattered, making the nurse screech. When she looked back, Mo Xiaofei was already nowhere in sight.

In the aisle.

Two nurses went through pushing a cart, as they spoke about something related to the patients.

"It’s quite tragic, her father fell right at the time her mother was waiting for the operation to save her life."

"Alas, I heard that he robbed because he couldn’t collect enough money for the operation... Who would have thought that."

"The girl is too tough, even though she was so unfortunate..."

Mo Xiaofei’s body quivered faintly, looking towards to the sickroom... he saw the figure clearly that used to be indistinct for the first time.

And it was also the first time he couldn’t feel the strength that used to be shown by her.

The girl with a pale face was sitting at the sickbed. Her eyes reddened yet no tears fell. While watching her, Mo Xiaofei retreated, one step, two steps...

Until he collided the bench in the aisle and the strength left his body, leaving him sinking onto it. He felt his body trembling seriously and could not breathe.

His body felt as if it was being emptied.

"Luo Xin... Why... is it you..."

Mo Xiaofei grasped his own hair firmly. He saw bright red again and felt as if he was being dragged into a vortex... The workshop and abandoned factory, the alley last night and the ‘prisoners’ dangling in the ‘jail’.

He lowered his head and saw a drop of blood trickling onto the floor.

Drop by drop.

It was from his nose. Mo Xiaofei touched and wiped it in alarm... His hands had been stained with blood.

‘A wicked person will undergo more affliction... It’s all your fault...’

‘It’s quite tragic, her mother’s waiting for the operation that can save her life...’

‘Let me off, please... please, I won’t do it again. Don’t punch me, don’t punch me...’

‘It’s quite tragic...’

‘A wicked person will undergo more affliction... It’s all your fault...’

‘It’s quite tragic...’

‘A wicked person will undergo more affliction... It’s all your fault...’

‘A wicked person will undergo more affliction... It’s all your fault...’

‘It’s quite tragic...’

...

He felt an unprecedented icy cold, confusion and... fear.