Loud music blasted in the private room. Dim lighting surrounded the room. At one section of the room, a billiard board was set up.
Couple of rich kids along with the models and celebrities played billiard. On one side, at the table, poker was set up, and they betted hefty amount on the game.
Sitting in the middle of the couch was Harry Xu seated. A beautiful model was seated on his lap— his hand tracing over her waist. He took a large sniff off the cigarette bundle in his hand, excitement coursing through his vein.
After a few more cards were played, the man opposite to him happily stated, "It seems I won, Young Master Harry. Pay up, pay up!"
"Fucking bastard!" Harry muttered a curse, running his hand through his hair.
The woman on his lap patted on his shoulder. "It's alright. Young Master Harry, next time, you will win."
Instead of being pleased by the beautiful lady's word, it only ignited the rage inside him. His hand clamped on to her neck, and the next second, a surprised gasp left her mouth when he slammed her head harshly on the table.
"You have been saying for the last ten times! When am I going to win? Were you set up by them to trick me out of all my money, You Whore!?" Harry raised his voice.
Fear passed through the young model. She knew she couldn't offend these wealthy kids and said, "No, no, I didn't intend to do that, Young Master Harry. Forgive me—"
"Shut up, You Annoying Bitch!"
All the commotions in the room quietened down when Harry picked up the glass bottle on the table, slamming it against the girl's head. It crashed into shards.
A wave of dizziness went through the girl, and she was released, falling down on the ground. Her friend immediately came to her rescue, holding her shoulder to support her seriously injured friend.
Right then, the door to the room was pushed open. Entered a muscular man. A deep scar ran through his face. In his eyes was an intimidating, predatory look, making others hold deep fear for him.
He was followed by men, holding more or less equally frightening aura as well.
"Everyone, leave," a man from behind him stepped forward and ordered. The stern look in his eyes let them know how he wouldn't be taking any arguments.
"Who are they?" a woman whispered, leaning close to a Young Master.
"The Hunters," came the response. "Although no one knows their background, they are vicious, and no one dares to offend them. Once they bite into a prey, they will hold onto them until they die."
The woman shuddered at the description.
"How scary."
"Who are you? How dare you interrupt us? Do you know who my dad is? In one call—"
Before the man could carry on with his words, a gun was pointed towards his head. His eyes widened, and collective gasps was shared around the room.
The man trembled in fear, but keeping his chin raised, he voiced out, "I bet you don't dare to shoot! That gun is only for show!"
The next instant the gun was fired, bullet entering through the man's thigh, and he collapsed on the ground. A loud scream of pain escaped from his mouth.
Because these room were made for the wealthy kids, no CCTV or monitoring devices were allowed, lest their crimes got exposed and used as blackmailing material.
Everyone began to scurry out of the room in fear. No one thought it was worth it to mess with The Hunters. The scarred man made his way over to Harry— his eyes locking with him.
Before Harry was able to get up, one man from behind him placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and pushed him down.
The scarred man's deep voice came, "Play few rounds of poker with us."
Harry furrowed his brows. Although he was a prodigal son who enjoyed messing around, that didn't mean he had the courage to interact with The Hunters.
But before Harry was able to turn him down, a pack of white drug had been pushed towards him. The scarred man's words held temptation in it.
"This is new on the market, straight from the abroad. One sniff, and you will feel heaven."
Harry was already intoxicated enough to take a rational decision. Recalling how the blunts hadn't been hitting as much these days, his body craved the thrill of something new, something strong.
"Few rounds then," replied Harry.
The trap for him had been laid.
As the rounds went on, he was delirious with drugs. The corners of his eyes were red, and no longer was he able to formulate a thought. His vision was blurred and spinning. The only thing he thought of was to consume more drugs.
While the entire thing went on, a camera was set up to capture a video of Harry. At the end, Harry wanted more drugs. His body fell on the table, and the cards scattered all over.
"Knock him out."
Under the command, the back of Harry's head was struck, and he lost his consciousness. The video was then paused.
"Send the video," the scarred man commanded. Then, his eyes fell on Harry, and he added, "Tie him up, and bring him to the car."
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As Miles was about to go to bed, his phone rang up, making him realize he received a notification. When he opened it, he realized it was a text from an unknown number.
As he was about to ignore it as spam message, his hand pressed the chatbox by mistake, and his brows furrowed at the message he read.
"Your son is in our hands."
"What bullshit," he muttered.
After that, he dialled Harry's number. However, the phone rang for a while without anyone receiving the call.
"This imbecile! I wonder what trouble he is upto now! I swear that bastard only creates problem! I should have strangled him when he was born!" Miles attempted to reach him son a few more times, but it was to no avail.
When Jenny came over, she noticed her husband's rage and made her way over to him, asking him softly, "What's the matter, Honey?"
"That prodigal son of yours, I don't know where he had gone to die this time! Why can't I reach him!?"
Jenny attempted to comfort her husband. "Didn't he go to play video games with his friends? Maybe he had fallen asleep."
As those words left Jenny's mouth, Miles's phone received another message. This time, it was a video. When they clicked on it, they met the intoxicated and incoherent Harry, smoking and sniffing substances.
Miles's eyes darkened in rage at that. His jaw tightened. Jenny, on the other hand, showed concern and panic.
"My dear son, what happened to him? Who could have done this to him? Miles, Honey, quickly find him. He might be danger," Jenny urged.
Miles typed a response, "What do you want?"
Although Miles's knew of his son's substance abuse, most of it was limited to his control. And he didn't allow for any news to be spread about it.
However, if the media caught hold of this video, their family's reputation and business would be greatly impacted. In this generation, morality paid an important factor in building an image.
"You know the answer," promptly came the reply.
Miles's deeply knitted his brows. Only then did Leo's threat flash in his head. His eyes narrowed.
Could this have been done by him?