“Is everything okay? Why are you taking so long? Can’t you even do something so simple, huh? We’ve been waiting for you all this time!”
It sounded like the she-wolf in the pink mask, whom I had already pegged as the most arrogant of the group. She yelled and pounded on the door.
“Where are they? And why is the damn door even locked?”
We soon heard the jangling of the keys, and one was inserted into the door knob.
I grabbed Rufus’ arm in panic. “We can’t let her in, or she’ll definitely see through our disguises.”
As luck would have it, the two clowns we had locked away seemed to have woken up at this point. They had no doubt heard the she-wolf, too, judging by all the racket they were making from inside the closet.
If the she-wolf came inside, a fight would inevitably ensue, and while we could certainly defeat her, we don’t have a third person to take her place. Her absence would surely be noted by her comrades.
Rufus gestured at me to be quiet and gave me a reassuring nod.
I returned it and loosened my grip on him. I watched as he held his hand over his mouth and lightly coughed, and then he spoke in a voice that sounded uncannily similar to one of the clowns we had captured.
“We’ll be right there. You should go downstairs and wait for a little longer.”
“Hurry up, you bastards!” The she-wolf kicked the door impatiently, but no longer tried to open it, thank the Moon Goddess.
“The car is sitting behind the four yellow trash cans near the back door.”
“Got it,” Rufus replied, successfully fooling the she-wolf.
We waited until everything was quiet again, and then we moved. The two clowns in the closet were still making some noise. Rufus strode over and flung its door open, and the clowns fell out while holding on to each other.
Rufus made quick work of knocking them out again before stashing them back inside. He had just finished scribbling a note for his men to let them know where to look when the she-wolf returned.
Rufus’ expression tensed, and his eyes flashed at the door. My chest tightened as well. I could almost taste my fear on my tongue.
A couple of knocks came at the door, and then the she-wolf yelled, “Don’t forget to bring the red box down! The boss needs it!” I swiveled around and found the said box in one corner. I shuffled over and opened it to find a pile of protective suits inside.
“Yes, of course, we’ll bring it with us!” Rufus called out.
At last, the she-wolf left, and everything was silent again.
Crystal’s POV
Rufus’ imitation skills had been excellent, and our little encounter went through without a hitch.
I patted his shoulder and nodded at him in amazement. “Impressive. The Lycan King is truly talented. I never imagined you to have mastered voice imitation, of all things!”
His lips curled into a smile. “It’s just a trick of the sound. I won’t be able to fool anyone in close proximity.”
“Still, very impressive.” I pressed my lips together, feeling somewhat salty at Rufus’ talents. The man was capable of anything! There seemed to be nothing he couldn’t do, and even the most monumental tasks ended up being a walk in the park with him by my side Even now, if he hadn’t offered his help, I would probably still searching aimlessly for my son, all caught up in a frenzy to think logically.
“Even if you weren’t a king, I’m sure you would have made a successful businessman, or a scientist, even,” I found myself muttering in a sullen tone. “You’re so intelligent, after all. You learn almost anything in no time.”
Rufus chuckled and patted my head. “All right, enough of that. Let’s hurry to the meeting place.”
“Right. And don’t forget the red box.” I popped the lid closed and lifted the box, surprised at how heavy it was. Why did Lee even need so many protective suits in the first place?
“Let me do it,” Rufus said as he took the box from me and kicked the door open without breaking a sweat.
The she-wolf in the pink mask had specified the back door as part of the location, so we couldn’t take the main entryway. We would either have to use the freight elevator or the emergency stairs.
At this point, there were no more performances, and all that filled the waiting rooms was an eerie silence.
For a while, we struggled to find the way to the back door. The building’s emergency exits seemed to have all been converted into dressing rooms or storage areas, and there wasn’t even a freight elevator in sight. We ended up leaving through the front door. Fortunately, there weren’t many people around, and Rufus and I were in costumes -practically the staff’s uniform-so we didn’t attract any attention.
After walking around for a bit, we came across someone with a cart of water jugs. He was obviously a delivery man. Rufus and I quickly followed his trail, knowing that he was bound to lead us to the blasted freight elevator.
Sure enough, we boarded the elevator and went down. The doors opened straight to the back door, which we learned was used to transport kitchen wastewater in particular.
“We need to find the yellow trash cans,” I whispered, my eyes already darting around. Rufus tugged at my sleeve and nodded in a certain direction. “Over there.”
I followed his gaze and spotted four large, yellow trash bins standing in a row. And beyond that was parked a long sedan, with a few clowns milling about and smoking. “Once we go over, don’t say anything,”
Rufus whispered as he led the way. “I’ll handle the conversation.”
I was just about to fall in step behind him when I noticed the she-wolf in the pink mask walking from the opposite direction. With her was a child wearing a similar clown mask. Even with the disguise, I would never mistake that tiny figure! It was Arron!
I was pumped up with relief and excitement that I almost pulled Rufus back, but he was already striding a few feet ahead. What was more, the other clowns had already spotted him, and looked like they were itching to speak to him.
I floundered for a second, unable to make a choice. I bit my lip as my thoughts raced. If I yelled out, it would definitely draw everyone’s attention, and I couldn’t fake my voice like Rufus did. I would be exposed as soon as I opened my mouth.
I glanced at Rufus. He was chatting away with the other clowns, who had already taken the red box off his hands.
I couldn’t afford to make any mistakes at this time, nor could I miss out on the opportunity that had fallen on my lap. Gritting my teeth, I turned away from Rufus and chased after Arron.
Rufus’ POV
I handed over the red box and lowered the register of my voice. “Here, as instructed. The boss wants it.”
The clown wearing a red box plucked the cigarette from his lips and held it between his fingers as he look the box.
Title of the document “Where’s Crane?” he asked, peering at me. “Why isn’t he with you?” I whirled around, belatedly realizing that Crystal was gone. Panic washed over me for one brief second, but I quickly regained my composure. Crystal was a skilled and powerful fighter. No one could have taken her without my notice. She must have found a clue and left on her own accord.
“Well, whatever,” another clown wearing a blue mask interjected impatiently. “Forget about it. That dude likes Sally. He probably went to go and find her. We should leave. We can’t delay any longer.” He got into the car as soon as he finished speaking.
The red-masked man said nothing more but just got into the car.
Worried, I looked back again and scoured the surroundings, wondering if Crystal would somehow reappear at any given moment. “What the hell are you waiting for? Get in the car!” The red-masked clown barked.
I had no choice but to leave the amusement park with them. In any case, I had faith in Crystal’s strength. She shouldn’t be in any real danger.
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