The rain had stopped, but the streets near the south gate of Beijing University still glistened under the dim streetlights.
Wei Ying walked with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, humming quietly to himself. The night was cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and street food from a vendor far away.
He was halfway to the dorms when—
SCREECH.
A black sedan shot out from a side street, tires spitting up water. It skidded to a stop just ahead of him.
Before he could react, the back doors flew open.
Four men in black masks rushed out.
Gloved hands grabbed him from behind, another from the side, forcing him into the narrow mouth of an alley.
Wei Ying twisted, elbowing one in the ribs hard enough to hear a grunt of pain.
Wei Ying (shouting):
“Oi! Is this some kind of weird welcome party? Because I’m not impressed!”
One of them shoved him against the wall.
Masked Man:
“Where’s the USB?!”
Wei Ying blinked in genuine confusion.
“What USB? Do I look like I store data for random thugs?!”
The man’s grip tightened.
Another reached for his pocket.
Something inside Wei Ying snapped.
A Hidden Side
With a sudden burst of speed, Wei Ying ducked low, slamming his shoulder into one attacker’s knee. The man toppled with a groan. Wei Ying spun, delivering a swift kick to another’s side.
His movements were sharp, practiced — the kind of martial arts you didn’t learn in a university sports club.
But there were four of them.
One caught his arm mid-swing and wrenched it back. Wei Ying gritted his teeth. He was fast — but outnumbered.
The third attacker pulled a knife.
Wei Ying’s pulse spiked.
And then—
The Shot
PFFT.
A muted thud echoed in the alley — the sound of a silencer.
One masked man collapsed instantly, the knife clattering to the wet ground.
PFFT. PFFT.
Two more fell before they could even turn toward the source.
The fourth man froze — then dropped his weapon and bolted.
Wei Ying stood there, breathing hard, chest heaving.
At the far end of the alley, framed by the weak glow of a streetlamp…
Lan Zhan.
Tall, still, his black gloves catching the dim light. A handgun with a silencer rested steady in his grip, a faint curl of smoke rising from its barrel. His grey coat fluttered slightly in the night breeze.
Revelation
Wei Ying’s heart was still pounding. His hands clenched at his sides.
Wei Ying (gasping):
“…W-What the hell?! Who are you?!”
Lan Zhan didn’t answer right away.
He strode forward, his steps unhurried, like he had all the time in the world — like the bodies on the ground didn’t faze him in the slightest.
When he reached Wei Ying, he holstered the weapon beneath his coat.
Then… he lifted one hand.
Black leather brushed Wei Ying’s cheek as Lan Zhan cupped his face gently — almost too gently for someone who had just killed three men without blinking.
Lan Zhan (calmly, low):
“I told you… I’ve lived the mafia life.”
Wei Ying’s breath caught. His instincts screamed danger — but strangely, beneath it all, there was a pull. An undeniable sense of safety in his presence.
Lan Zhan’s forehead lowered until it rested lightly against Wei Ying’s.
Their breaths mingled in the cold night air.
Lan Zhan (soft, steady):
“I’ve been watching over you since the moment you entered this university. And, Wei Ying…”
He paused, his voice dropping even lower.
“…you’re not who you think you are either.”
Wei Ying’s pulse roared in his ears.
Somewhere deep inside, a flicker of something long-buried stirred.
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