The instructor invited that man inside and ordered Chang Min to continue his training. A few hours later, the two of them came out. The instructor, suddenly called upon Chang Min. That man snapped his fingers and suddenly, his bodyguards came to his side.
“Fight that boy and don’t give him any slack,” he barked.
Soon, a circle of five surrounded Chang Min. Instantly; Chang Min placed himself in a defense mode. He lifted his hands, guarding his abdomen and if there was a need, his head. A man came forward and tried to punch Chang Min. He managed to duck and then, jabbed that man’s abdomen swiftly with a punch. The man jumped back, and crouched slightly out of pain.
A cold sweat started to break. Chang Min knew that they were professional and the number of them didn’t help to lighten the situation. Being at such a big disadvantage, he knew he would be very lucky to survive. He decided to use agile, since he was smaller in size. He had a few chance to knock them down and he must success before his stamina ran out.
He started aiming for their carotid arteries and their groins. Some felt for his tricks but the same trick didn’t work twice. Soon, they learnt not to underestimate Chang Min. After knocking down two, the other three ganged up on Chang Min. One held him and another pulverized him. To free himself, he head butted on his capturer. He felt back and Chang Min swiftly knocked him out. His attacker started sparring with him. Chang Min’s vision started to play trick on him. Nevertheless, he knocked his attacker down and brought himself down too.
Unable to move anymore, he passed out with one more left. Technically, he had failed. The last view he had was his instructor who didn’t even glanced at him.
And how the sky was blue.
Once again, he opened his eyes. White ceiling stared back at him. He looked at his bed and realized that it was a hospital bed. An IV drip was next to him and dripped steadily, ignoring Chang Min.
He stared motionless at the wall until a voice talked to him.
“You had been knocked out for three days,” he informed.
A man in white coat stated. He must have been a doctor. Chang Min looked at his bruise and tried to pat it. His chest restricted him suddenly at his movement. Chang Min collapsed back onto his bed in pain.
“I won’t move if I am you. You had just been walloped by five men,” he said emotionless again.
“Where am I?” Chang Min asked, trying to remain as calm as he could.
“An underground clinic,” the man laughed dryly.
“I see,” Chang Min answered.
Unable to put up with his own patient, that doctor left the room. Chang Min suddenly wished that he was back into training, because then at least, he can choose to ignore his condition. He knew that he had been whisked off again. This time, he knew that he won’t be able to see his instructor anymore. That man had fulfilled his part in his life.
He will never see him again.
And he didn’t say goodbye at all.
As he was lying down, a tear escaped.