In the shade by the corridor, looking at the fl.u.s.tered Mr. Liu, Hagan pieced together the conversed replies on the other end of the phone by the helpless tirade of Mr. Liu.Hagan has yet to come to terms with the demise of his father, now when he heard that someone is gunning for his family again his emotions are set ablaze. Like a simmering volcano that is about to erupt, Hagan could barely control his anger.
A child is born with innocence. Growing up, the major of its emotions are replaced with curiosity, fear, expectation, longing, desires and much more.
Every male child comes across this bottleneck that he has to cross at a certain point. Some lost souls in its futile attempt pierce through, at times he becomes aggressive, his anger lashes out, displeasure dripping down turning everything toxic.
A male child does not become a man when he explodes his emotions out, but when he can hold it together. He becomes a man if his eyes are clear when his heart and mind is imploding continuously with emotional pressure that crushes the limits of sanity.
The calm in the eye when a sword comes comes to the head is the mark of a man.
Despite his age, despite his stature, despite his ability, despite his strength, despite his capacity to fight back, despite his all shortcomings; a man is born when he can look straight at death and can calmly see it coming.
Hagan back straightens up, the walk back to his mother"s ward was like baptism to the young Hagan; his thoughts of the tomorrow are voided, his understanding of his ability is forgotten. The only thought in the young man"s mind is the complete surrender of his everything in exchange for a fighting chance. Even at the cost of death, he wishes to chase life for the barely alive Mrs Brockman.
The sight of the weak pulse of his mom hardens his fleshy heart. The disheartening sight snaps something deep inside of Hagan.
He walks back to Mr. Liu begging to the person on the other end of the phone. Insanity creeps into his soul, the eyes of him slowly become deranged, he pulls the phone from Mr. Liu.
"... Qianfan."
"Who"s this?"
"...your regret."
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Saying his piece Hagan cut the call.
"Mr. Liu, how many are coming?"
"... Hagan"
"I ASKED YOU HOW MANY ARE COMING!"
"...10, maybe more. Jaw-long will be coming."
"You don"t know about him, we police force kept an eye on him for a while. He is the gang leader of the Futou gang, a wannabe who wants to be the lapdog of the w.a.n.gs"
"The police thought he was just a street punk initially, but opinions about him changed when he by only himself chased a group of 8, who stole from the w.a.n.gs business. His gift of 8 bloodied corpse made the w.a.n.gs know his name. Since then he was the guy who handles all the shady activities of the w.a.n.gs in Hangzhang."
"Don"t worry, they will not do anything crazy as long as the Chief Inspector of Hangzang Police division is here."
As Mr. Liu was explaining the situation to Hagan, his cell ringed.
"h.e.l.lo..."
"...what?"
"What do you mean that the commissioner has ordered me to come to the police headquarters now."
"Do the w.a.n.gs want this whole family dead?!"
"Qianfan, we the Police kept one eye closed towards w.a.n.gs. I never knew that there is a groveling dog in the Police force! You scoundrel, you will die a horrible death!"
Mr. Liu cut the call and turned back towards Hagan only to see a pair of calm eyes starting deep into him.
Looking at the deep eyes, Mr. Liu froze up. He has seen many criminals, murderers, heartless humans, beings that barely qualify as human.
The eyes are the window to the soul, he had often seen the eyes of the soulless.
But there is something different in Hagan, his eyes are not blazing with hate or anger or fear. Yet, it is calm exuding smoldering heat like the deep pools of molten lava.
Mr. Liu couldn"t help but wonder...
"...what has erupted inside this young boy? ...the calm that he shows is not what I feel from him. He is consumed... not with fear ...it is something else."