The night was dark and terrifying. Outside, heavy rain was pouring, and its sound echoed against the walls, creating a haunting resonance. The sky was covered with deep, dark clouds, and sometimes a flash of lightning would tear through the darkness for a brief moment.
10 -year-old Zhao Jiarui was trembling in a dark room with his older sister 12 year old Zhao Lan. Their mother, Zhao Qi, had hidden them away to keep them safe. Fear was lodged in their breaths, in their eyes.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound as the door opened. Two shadows entered the room. One was a tall, strong man of about 20, whose face was covered with cloth, but he held a frightening sharp knife in his hand. The second man looked scared; he was 18 years he was scared zhao qi begged for his children and her life
"Please! Whoever you are, have mercy on me! I have two children! I promise, I won't tell anyone anything… please… let us go!"
20-year-old (cold and merciless): "We've received orders. Your life ends now. Stop thinking about your children."
18-year-old (weak, trembling voice, stepping back): "No, brother! Please! We can't do this…"
20-year-old (angrily whispering): "If you can't do it, then I will. But don't you step back now! Otherwise, our family will ne die think about your little sister lu
18 yar boy thinkink about his little sister who is only 6 year The person who threatened him threatened to kill his mother and sister.
Inside, Zhao Jiarui was tightly curled in his older sister's arms. Zhao Lan herself was trembling with fear, but she showed strength for her younger brother, gently stroking his head.
Outside, the calm yet harsh voice of the 20-year-old man came:
"Killing someone isn't good… but we have orders. You both will die. Think about your sister too."
Then, the 18-year-old man searched the house. He had actually found them, but intentionally pretended not to. He shouted, "I didn't find the children!"
The other man replied in a dull tone, "First we finish her, then we'll kill both kids."
Inside the dark room, tears were rolling down Zhao Jiarui and Zhao Lan's cheeks.
Suddenly, a loud "BANG!" — the sound of a gunshot.
Zhao Jiarui screamed out of fear, "Mama!" His small body shook.
The door burst open. Both men entered the room.
Taking advantage of that moment, Zhao Lan pushed the old door with all her strength. The door opened with a loud dadhm sound.
Zhao Lan quickly grabbed Jiarui's hand. "Come on, hurry!"
As soon as they stepped outside, the 20-year-old man quickly turned back.
20-year-old (shouting): "There! They're running! The other door!"
They reached a small, dirty alley that opened directly into the heavy rain and mud.
Zhao Lan began running, dragging Jiarui tightly with her.
Zhao Jiarui ran with his sister using all the strength in his small legs. They were slipping, but fear didn't let them stop.
Behind them, the 20-year-old man chased with steady and fast steps. The 18-year-old boy fell behind, his fear slowing him down.
18-year-old (running, panting): "Let them… let them go! Please!"
20-year-old (angry and panicked): "Shut up!"
He snatched the gun and fired blindly in Zhao Jiarui's direction.
They cried desperately, "Help! Someone help us!"
But their cries drowned in the roar of the storm.
Another gunshot rang out sharply.
Zhao Lan leaped forward, throwing herself in front of her brother.
"THUD!"
The bullet struck directly in her chest. Her body jolted backward and fell.
After Zhao Lan collapsed to the ground, Zhao Jiarui fell to his knees beside her. Rain quickly washed the blood from her body, but his shock was deep.
Behind them, the 20-year-old gunman advanced quickly, but the 18-year-old boy stood frozen in terror, his body trembling from fear and regret.
As Zhao Lan took her last breath, she placed a locket and a letter in Zhao Jiarui's hands. Zhao Jiarui listened to his sister's final words while crying.
Just at that moment, when Zhao Jiarui lifted his head with a faint hope, a bright flash of lightning struck.
In that brief light, he saw the boys who had killed his sister.
The 20-year-old man's face was still covered and he kept moving forward.
But the 18-year-old boy's face — pale with shock — became visible for a moment.
18-year-old (muttering to himself, trembling in fear):
"Oh God… I… what have I done…"
Zhao Jiarui saw the fear and disgust on the 18-year-old boy's face. He saw the gun in his hand (the same gun the 20-year-old had snatched earlier and then thrust back at him).
🔥 The Birth of Revenge
In Zhao Jiarui's innocent mind, that momentary flash of lightning and the terrified face holding the gun became the image of the killer.
He decided that this was the face that had killed his mother and then shot his sister.
That tiny heart filled with immeasurable pain and burning hatred.
He cried — but now his tears held less fear and more blazing revenge.
He clutched the locket and letter tightly to his chest and quickly ran into the darkness.
As he fled, the pale, frightened face of the 18-year-old boy kept flashing before his eyes — that face was now carved into his memory.
The night was dark and terrifying. Outside, heavy rain was pouring, and its sound echoed against the walls, creating a haunting resonance. The sky was covered with deep, dark clouds, and sometimes a flash of lightning would tear through the darkness for a brief moment.
Fifteen-year-old Zhao Jiarui was trembling in a dark room with his older sister Zhao Lan. Their mother, Zhao Qi, had hidden them away to keep them safe. Fear was lodged in their breaths, in their eyes.
Suddenly, there was a creaking sound as the door opened. Two shadows entered the room. One was a tall, strong man of about 20, whose face was covered with cloth, but he held a frightening sharp knife in his hand. The second man looked scared; he was 18 years old and held a gun.
"Please! Whoever you are, have mercy on me! I have two children! I promise, I won't tell anyone anything… please… let us go!"
20-year-old (cold and merciless): "We've received orders. Your life ends now. Stop thinking about your children."
18-year-old (weak, trembling voice, stepping back): "No, brother! Please! We can't do this…"
20-year-old (angrily whispering): "If you can't do it, then I will. But don't you step back now! Otherwise, you'll die too!"
Inside, Zhao Jiarui was tightly curled in his older sister's arms. Zhao Lan herself was trembling with fear, but she showed strength for her younger brother, gently stroking his head.
Outside, the calm yet harsh voice of the 20-year-old man came:
"Killing someone isn't good… but we have orders. You both will die. Think about your sister too."
Then, the 18-year-old man searched the house. He had actually found them, but intentionally pretended not to. He shouted, "I didn't find the children!"
The other man replied in a dull tone, "First we finish her, then we'll kill both kids."
Inside the dark room, tears were rolling down Zhao Jiarui and Zhao Lan's cheeks.
Suddenly, a loud "BANG!" — the sound of a gunshot.
Zhao Jiarui screamed out of fear, "Mama!" His small body shook.
The door burst open. Both men entered the room.
Taking advantage of that moment, Zhao Lan pushed the old door with all her strength. The door opened with a loud dadhm sound.
Zhao Lan quickly grabbed Jiarui's hand. "Come on, hurry!"
As soon as they stepped outside, the 20-year-old man quickly turned back.
20-year-old (shouting): "There! They're running! The other door!"
They reached a small, dirty alley that opened directly into the heavy rain and mud.
Zhao Lan began running, dragging Jiarui tightly with her.
Zhao Jiarui ran with his sister using all the strength in his small legs. They were slipping, but fear didn't let them stop.
Behind them, the 20-year-old man chased with steady and fast steps. The 18-year-old boy fell behind, his fear slowing him down.
18-year-old (running, panting): "Let them… let them go! Please!"
20-year-old (angry and panicked): "Shut up!"
He snatched the gun and fired blindly in Zhao Jiarui's direction.
They cried desperately, "Help! Someone help us!"
But their cries drowned in the roar of the storm.
Another gunshot rang out sharply.
Zhao Lan leaped forward, throwing herself in front of her brother.
"THUD!"
The bullet struck directly in her chest. Her body jolted backward and fell.
After Zhao Lan collapsed to the ground, Zhao Jiarui fell to his knees beside her. Rain quickly washed the blood from her body, but his shock was deep.
Behind them, the 20-year-old gunman advanced quickly, but the 18-year-old boy stood frozen in terror, his body trembling from fear and regret.
As Zhao Lan took her last breath, she placed a locket and a letter in Zhao Jiarui's hands. Zhao Jiarui listened to his sister's final words while crying.
Just at that moment, when Zhao Jiarui lifted his head with a faint hope, a bright flash of lightning struck.
In that brief light, he saw the boys who had killed his sister.
The 20-year-old man's face was still covered and he kept moving forward.
But the 18-year-old boy's face — pale with shock — became visible for a moment.
18-year-old (muttering to himself, trembling in fear):
"Oh God… I… what have I done…"
Zhao Jiarui saw the fear and disgust on the 18-year-old boy's face. He saw the gun in his hand (the same gun the 20-year-old had snatched earlier and then thrust back at him).
In Zhao Jiarui's innocent mind, that momentary flash of lightning and the terrified face holding the gun became the image of the killer.
He decided that this was the face that had killed his mother and then shot his sister.
That tiny heart filled with immeasurable pain and burning hatred.
He cried — but now his tears held less fear and more blazing revenge.
He clutched the locket and letter tightly to his chest and quickly ran into the darkness.
As he fled, the pale, frightened face of the 18-year-old boy kept flashing before his eyes — that face was now carved into his memory.
He kept running, carrying this deep wound and the mistaken belief that the 18-year-old boy was the murderer of his mother and sister.
This misidentification would later make Zain Yan's (Zhao Jiarui's) journey of revenge even more complicated and tragic, because he might be chasing the wrong person.
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He kept running, carrying this deep wound and the mistaken belief that the 18-year-old boy was the murderer of his mother and sister.