Dark King

Huey was waiting for the exclusive carriage outside the magistrate's building. He went into the carriage and put away the umbrella. He ordered the coachman. : "Go directly to home. Its raining to heavy so drive slowly."

"Yes." The coachman answered in approval.

Carriage slowly drove away as the torrents of rain poured down.

Huey sat on comfortable pad while he gentle rubbed his eyebrows. Because of recent affairs he was a little tired. Huey deeply sighed as he grabbed the teapot inside the carriage. He poured a cup but saw that tea was cold as his hands touched the cup. He frowned as he shouted at the coachman.: "You should make sure that by the time I get out of work there is hot water in the carriage."

"Yes!" Coachman replied.

Huey sighed and leaned against the backpad. He closed his eyes to take nap.

The commercial district's streets were extremely smooth. There was bump or two once in a while that shook the carriage but it wasn't enough to disturb deacon Huey. The rhythm of rain made his mind calm.

After a long time, the carriage slowly stopped.

Huey slowly opened his eyes. He thought of the rain and wind so he tightened the front of his skirt. He picked up his umbrella and opened the door to exit the carriage.

"Well?" Huey was stunned as he looked at street in front of him. His line of sight was blurred because of the heavy rain but he could identify that he wasn't anywhere close to his house.

As he turned to coachman he felt a pain from back of his head. His eyes went black as he fainted and fell down. Rain fall over his body almost submerging him.

Coachman grabbed his arm and dragged him into an ordinary house near the roadside. He came back and picked up the umbrella and tied the carriage's horse to a pillar next to the house. Afterwards he re-entered the house and lightly shut the door.

Puff! A bucket of cold water poured down Huey's head and woke him up. His neatly combed hair scattered around his face. He quickly looked around. There were few lamps hanging around and dimly lighting the room. There was a slim figure standing by in front of him. He sight gradually adapted to the dimly lit room. He also could see the other side's face. It was a teenager. Because of his long experience he instantly determined that the person's age was no more than eighteen years old.

"Who are you?" Huey asked in cold tone. He struggled a bit but saw that his hands and legs were tied. However, he didn't panic.

Dudian squatted down and looked at him, "Take a guess."

It didn't take long for Huey to reply: "Friend or family member of a criminal who was tried by me. Right?"

Dudian smiled, "It seems that deacon Huey is aware that you have offended quite a few people. Do you remember three years ago you made a judgement on huge theft case?"

"Burglary?" Huey frowned slightly. He thought for a moment and said: "Are you one of the associates?"

"No, I am the party involved in that case."

Huey was horrified.

"I would like to know what kind of an offer Burong family made so that a dignified deacon agreed to work for them." Dudian smiled: "Is it money? A privilige? Something else?"

Huey looked at him deeply: "If I remember correctly you would have to do at least 5 years in prison. You didn't have an influential background. So for you to appear in here, you have escaped! Right?"

"You just have to answer my question," said Dudian, whispering his hair.

Huey sneered: "Do you think I will bow down in front of a criminal? You are looking down on deacons of the magistrate. I advise you to obediently go back to the prison. At least you will get to live an extra year or so."

"You aren't going to bow?!" Dudian smiled. He grabbed onto Huey's hair and pulled his head down. "Why are you lowering your head now? "

Huey raised his head in anger as soon as Dudian let him go. But the moment he lifted his head, Dudian pushed back his head again.

"Your pride and perseverance... Let's see what is going to happen after a bit of pain." Dudian smiled.

Huey was angered but his body was slightly trembling. His chest went up and down.: " Torturing me is useless. Your crime won't change even if you kill me. Moreover, if you kill me you will be exposed much earlier than usual. Do you know that death of a deacon will disturb the whole judical system? Everyone will be send to hunt you!"

"I'm really touched." Dudian sighed: "Its hard to find a person a step away from death to avoid snitching. But unfortunately, you are mistaken. I haven't searched for you because I want my criminal record to be changed. I just want to know who were exactly involved in my case? The names!"

Huey struggled but his head was pushed down: "It has been too long. I don't remember! I have to go back to my office and check through the documents."

"I'll help you to remember. By the way, your wife is so beautiful and your daughter is pretty too." Dudian smiled while looking at him. "What would happen to them in the slums?"

Huey shouted in anger: "Bastard! If you dare to touch them, the holy ghosts would not let you go!"

"If there were spirits then I believe the prisoners judged by people like you shouldn't live, right?" Dudian whispered: "My patience is limited. The rain is going to stop any moment. I hope that you wil cooperate with me. After all, delivering your wife and daughter to the slums will be quite costly. Don't let me go through all that trouble, okay?"

Huey twisted his neck and stared at Dudian.: "You should go to Burong and Milan family for revenge. It was their conspiracy!"

Dudian smiled: "I'm aware of that. It is natural that they were involved. The thing is who played the decisive role. You are a deacon. Someone with a very high prestige and your words weigh a lot of credibility. That's why people would prefer to be convinced by your words instead of believing to a trivial theft suspect."

Huey was startled.

"There was no one else in addition to these two big families?" Dudian asked.

Huey shook his head, "No." He paused for a while and looked at Dudian.: "You are not a primary hunter. So if you let me go then I can get you out of the wall."

Dudian shook his head slowly and turned away to the side of the room. Huey noted that there were a bouqet of roses on table. Moreover, he saw Dudian pick up two sharp spikes from the table which were stained in blood.

"This gift is specially prepared for you. I hope you will like them." Dudian turned back and smiled.