Chapter 17 - Running away
Muchen dashed down the stairs completely flustered. His body was drenched in that orange scent, which made him even dizzier.
Seeing him running down in a dazed state, the head chef rushed to him with a frown. "Mister Chen, is everything okay? I sent that man in the wrong direction."
"Which direction?"
The head chef pointed to his right. "Towards the main road."
Muchen nodded and looked around. His eyes fell on a huge meat cleaver. He picked it up and tested its weight.
The chef sensed something was off with their star, so he quickly took it out of his hands.
"But I suggest you wait a bit here until the coast is clear. My cousin is a cop. He’s on his way, and...."
"Take that kid to the hospital." Muchen picked up a rolling pin from the worktable and was already out the door, leaving the chef stunned.
"Wait, sir..." The chef ran after him but couldn’t keep up with him. Panting, he gazed at his disappearing figure taking a right turn. "Sir, it’s the wrong way! That masked guy went that way!"
Muchen zoned out his voice as he ran. He ran as fast as he could. All that pleasure and guilt he had felt turned into rage. He wanted to hurt someone.
And that perfect person was very close.