"Don't."

  　　Bojing didn't let them have their conversation for longer as he lunged onto Mingshen with a speed that was unbelievable to the Yang family's guards.

  　　Mingshen dodged just in time, but it got harder and harder. His reflexes were so sharp and fast that he didn't let Mingshen have any moment of peace or contemplation. He didn't allow him to think, forcing him to save himself by a hair's breadth every single time.

  　　The guards could only watch, dumbfounded.

  　　What was with this child?

  　　Mingshen jumped and dodged around, taking care that Bojing's fingers wouldn't grab his neck.

  　　Shit!

  　　Mingshen was pretty much fit and strong for his age. He constantly spared and trained with the guards, but Bojing was on a whole different level. The guards or anybody in this world couldn't even compare fighting with Bojing.

  　　He was getting breathless and tired. Not only Bojing was attacking but he wasn't giving any chance for Mingshen to land any chop on him either.

  　　Why did he start this killing spree in the first place?

  　　Mingshen ran numerous scenarios in his mind.

  　　"Young master-"

  　　"Fucking shut up! You don't want this beast after you. You cannot stand a chance against him!" He snarled. "Stay at your fucking places."

  　　He didn't care if the bastard scientists die, but he didn't want Bojing to kill his men.

  　　The guards gulped and stepped back. Even though Bojing was just a child before them, their inner instinct strongly said that they shouldn't come in his way. They had seen the dead bodies sprawled on the floor like dominos.

  　　Mingshen was tired, but he was enjoying at the same time. Bojing wasn't a normal human. Or he was but there was something special about him.

  　　But that observation could be delayed. Right now, he had to stop Bojing from going berserk.

  　　His gaze fell onto a little boy lying on the stretcher who was unconscious. He was connected to tubes and he looked as if he was dead.

  　　He narrowed his eyes while dodging another attack from Bojing.

  　　Mingshen glanced back and forth between Ming and Bojing.

  　　I see.

  　　"I can save that boy."

  　　Bojing abruptly stopped. His expression didn't change and his eyes still looked soulless.

  　　Mingshen inhaled and exhaled, appreciating that he finally got a chance to breathe.

  　　"You flipped because they killed your friend, right?"

  　　He noticed Bojing's eyes growing even darker. He surmised he didn't like the word 'kill.'

  　　Mingshen smiled. "I can save that boy. But if you kill me, then nobody will be able to save him."

  　　His gaze ever so slightly flickered. Bojing was still standing in his fighting stance, his hand ready to grab Mingshen at any moment's notice.

  　　Mingshen observed his reactions.

  　　So he can think even in that state. Interesting. I thought he lost all his sanity

  　　He had seen cases where the only way to stop such people was using a tranquilizer dart upon them if they didn't respond to talking or negotiation.

  　　But there was something odd about Bojing.

  　　He wanted to stop attacking Mingshen after knowing that he could save Ming. But his fingers were still itching with killing intent. His expression was murderous as if he wasn't satisfied by this violence.

  　　He wanted more.

  　　He wanted to fight more.

  　　He wanted to use his strength more.

  　　Mingshen figured there were two forces clashing his conscience.

  　　"I see. You are a fighter. You like to fight, don't you?"

  　　Bojing didn't respond.

  　　"You have immense strength in your body. I don't know how you have that. But you have this urge to fight strong people, don't you?" He smiled. "That's why you didn't stop even after killing all the scientists here. Nobody was upto your par."

  　　He said nothing.

  　　"But at the same time, you want to control these urges and save your friend. If you keep fighting like this, you will lose time and you will lose your friend too."

  　　His gaze flickered again.

  　　Mingshen chuckled. "So let's strike a deal. You stay put and don't lay a finger on me or my men, and in exchange, I will save your friend and be your sparring partner. You want to fight. If you come with me, you can fight me all you want."

  　　The guards sharply gasped.

  　　"Y-young master! He won't just break your bones! He will kill you!"

  　　His expression turned ugly. "I think I pretty much understand that by now. What was I doing until now? Dodging for my life, isn't it?"

  　　They coughed.

  　　Mingshen turned his attention back to Bojing. "So what do you say?"

  　　Bojing stayed put in his dangerous stance for a long time before he finally retreated his hands.

  　　Mingshen squinted his eyes. He signaled his brows. "Go find Li Dong and bring him here. I haven't seen his dead body yet. That rat is alive somewhere."

  　　"Yes, Boss!"

  　　Some of the guards wanted to stay with Mingshen, but he glared at them. "Out!"

  　　They jolted and scurried away.

  　　Inside the lab, only Mingshen and Bojing stayed.

  　　"I will save your friend," Mingshen resolutely said.

  　　He didn't know how long Bojing would be in that state. But he didn't have to wait for long. Bojing seemed to be getting aware and the light in his eyes slowly returned.

  　　He snapped out of his daze which seemed like a long dream.

  　　Coming back to normal, Bojing jolted and looked around. His eyes widened and tears filled his eyes. He covered his nose with the blood's sharp stench.

  　　Then he blankly looked at Mingshen who was standing before him with an amusing expression on his face.

  　　Terrified, Bojing leapt backwards, thinking that Mingshen killed everybody. His thoughts were out of focus.

  　　He burst into tears. "W-where am I?"

  　　Mingshen blinked and tilted hai head.

  　　Did he forget everything?

  　　Bojing clutched his head, a pain enveloping him.

  　　Mingshen widely smiled. "You are really interesting."