Ling Song sighed boredly as he looked out of the apartment window. They had been waiting for three days for Hu Zhi and Henry to arrive. It was extremely difficult to live without food or blankets; he and Wolfgang merely ate something, but at least he got to know more about Wolfgang's gift. Those who have telekinesis as power can actually control one, two, or maybe more things. It depends on their luck when they got their gift. Wolfgang has a type of telekinesis in which he can control two things: feathers and chains.
He had already noticed that he could use chains since when they were in the forest as they faced those Mad-A. He saw Wolfgang's belt, which was a black chain, fly directly to strangle the animal's head and squeeze tightly until the animal's head fell off the body.
"So, little boss, when are they coming?" Wolfgang was sitting on the ground, staring at him.
Ling Song sighed and regretted telling him the truth, but this guy didn't stop bothering him until he spilled out the truth. Wolfgang looked like a silent and polite guy at first, but in these three days, he was proven wrong. He could be a little mischievous and at the same time make it look like he was innocent... and since he was a good-looking type of guy, he doubted that someone, faced with his look, could possibly find fault with him.
So Ling Song, faced with such a bothersome person, ended up spilling the truth after two days of mischievousness. Well, it wasn't even a big deal since he was sure he would be working with the Hunters for a long time. "They sent me a message that they will arrive today."
Wolfgang peeked at the teddy bear cover on Ling Song's chest. "Can you sell me two of those? I also want to give one to my father."
Ling Song nodded his head. "If your father accepts to work with us, I can give you some."
"I already told you that I will talk to my father about working with you. Why can't you accept my words?" Wolfgang's eyebrows furrowed a little, but he wasn't that mad; he just didn't like how Song had such a hard head.
"Cause it's funny. If your father refuses, it will be your loss."
"If he does, then I will find your base on my own and force myself and the Hunters to work together."
"Oh oh~ enter my base?" Ling Song raised an eyebrow with a mocking grin. "My base is pretty much protected that not even a mosquito can enter without a pass."
Toc Toc
Ling Song and Wolfgang turned their heads toward the door of the apartment.
"Young master? Are you there?"
Ling Song heard Hu Zhi's voice and went to open the door with a smile. When he finally saw the familiar face, he was welcomed with a warm hug coming from the silly girl whom he considered like a little sister.
"Oh, little master, I missed you so much that I was ready to disobey your order and run to you!"
"Welp, lucky you I called for you in time then." Ling Song patted Hu Zhi's head, who had knelt down to hug him.
"Have you brought the goods?" He asked, not seeing any trace of the silent boy.
"Ah..." Hu Zhi turned around, shocked.
"He was right beside me when I knocked on the door!"
Ling Song and Hu Zhi went to search for Henry, leaving Wolfgang alone in the room. It didn't even pass 10 minutes before a teen with black hair walked inside the room, patting his shoulder to remove some dust.
When he saw Wolfgang seated on the ground looking at him, he froze.
Who was this guy, he wondered. Red eyes and red hair... maybe he was the one the scary girl mentioned. He observed the redheaded guy and thought that he looked like Red, but more manly.

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