Chapter 99 Maple Leaves
Chapter 99 Maple Leaves
His eyes were filled with boundless red, and the blue sky and snow-white clouds had formed a beautiful painting.
"It's autumn now. The maple leaves on the Maple Mountain are blooming just right," said Corbett. "They're quite beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes." Frank nodded. To Corbett's surprise, he didn't antagonize him this time.
The fiery red maple leaves spread all over the mountains, and it made the mountains look like a crimson ocean.
A gentle breeze blew past the fringes on Frank's forehead as he stared into the horizon.
The corners of Corbett's mouth curved into a smile as he glanced at him.
"There is a Chinese poem," Frank said in Chinese without turning his head. "'The frost dyed leaves are redder than early spring flowers.' It's beautiful, like the scenery before us."
"Well, 'Fond of late fall maples, I stop my carriage. The frost dyed leaves are redder than early spring flowers.'" Corbett smiled. He was also familiar with Chinese poems.
"Do you know ancient poems too?" Frank was taken aback. "I'm half Chinese," replied Corbett, taking a step forward and standing side by side with him. "My mother is Chinese."
Frank raised an eyebrow, he was a little surprised.
"My father brought her here." Corbett continued, "It's a pity that she passed away when I was still a boy. Because I missed her, I honored her memory by learning about my Chinese heritage."
Frank touched his nose and didn't know what to say.
"Look at the maple leaves all over the mountain. What else do you think they look like?" Corbett changed the topic.
"Like what?" Frowning, Frank said, "They're like...
"Like blood." Corbett suddenly spoke up, speaking a step ahead of Frank, "Isn't that right? The fiery red color is like an endless see of blood."
Frank stared at him in silence. Then he shrugged his shoulders and lost interest. "So? Did you ask me to come here in order to kill me and keep my mouth shut? Blood stains wouldn't be noticed because of all these maple leaves after all."
"Ha ha," Corbett chuckled. His smile was not as affectionate as before. This time, it was a pure smile. "I never expected you to be so humorous. "Humorous? As a prisoner, I have no intention of joking around," Frank snorted.
"I told you, you're not a prisoner."
"Then let me go." Frank glared at him.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?" Frank scowled, "You said you didn't imprison me, and yet you won't let me go. Do you not see how contradicting your words are?"
"I'm afraid that you'll be in danger."
"I think you're the one who put me in danger!" Frank crossed his arms. "Tell me. What's your endgame here?"
"Okay... I'm waiting for someone." Corbett gazed into the distance.
"Who?"
"William."
Frank was alarmed when he heard William's name. "What the hell do you intend to do? I'm warning you. If you touch even a strand of his hair, I will not hesitate to hunt you down!"
"You're too paranoid," Corbett said blankly. "I just want to meet him." Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
"He doesn't even know who you are. Why do you want to meet him?" Frank was even more angered and confused.
"You've been gone for a few days. It's impossible that he won't come looking for you, right?" Corbett said, "I just want to help you test the strength of your relationship."
"No, thanks." Frank turned around and said, "That's none of your business."
"My decision has not changed," Corbett responded firmly.
Frank stared him down in contempt. He really couldn't understand why this man did this!
"Do you want to see our shooting range?" They stood at the top of the mountain for a long while before Corbett spoke again.
"Alright." Frank agreed. He had nowhere else to go anyway.
"It's on the opposite side of the mountain."
The two of them started heading back. Some people hiding behind shrubberies and tall grasses followed them.
As expected, the moment they reached the back of the mountain, they heard deafening sounds one after another.
The shooting range was in an empty valley. "Young lord." "Young lord!"
When Corbett took Frank into the shooting range, everyone stopped to greet them. Once they passed through, the people concentrated on shooting again.
"Um." Corbett had taken Frank to a solitary target range.
"Would you like to give it a try?"
Frank raised his eyebrows and said, "Sure."
"Dixon," said Corbett as he raised his hand and waved at the scarred man standing not far away. "Bring us some lighter firearms."
"Affirmative, sir."
After a while, Dixon had brought them five or six different guns.
With his slender fingers, Corbett introduced one gun after the next. "How about choosing one?"
"Whatever." Frank shrugged and casually grabbed one.
"The target ahead is only twenty meters away. Have at it," said Corbett with a smile. "Let me see what you've got."
"Humph!" Frank snorted discontentedly. He raised his right arm gently and fired three shots at the target. "Only one was hit." Corbett shook his head and smirked. "I think... There are only six or seven rings."
Frank glared at Corbett and tossed him the gun. "Your turn then!"
Corbett smiled and caught the gun.
He loaded the gun and unlocked the safety. After a few breaths, he composed himself with one last breath. Then he raised his arm horizontally, locked in on the target and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After three loud bangs, everyone cheered.
"Bullseye!" Dixon yelled in excitement.
Frank looked at the target before him. There was only one hole even though it had been shot three times. Incredible!
"What do you think?" Corbett looked at Frank and asked.
"Not bad," Frank answered, pretending to be relaxed.
"Not bad?" said Dixon with a fierce look. "Our young lord is a famous marksman. Twenty meters is a piece of cake for him. He can even shoot from a hundred meters without breaking a sweat! How dare you look down upon our young lord? I'll beat you up!" "Dixon!" Corbett shouted, "Is this how you talk to a guest? Behave yourself!"
"Young lord, he..."
"Enough!" Corbett interrupted him, his voice cold as a winter wind. "I don't want to hear another word like that, understand? Dixon, do you understand!"
"Yes, young lord." The scarred man lowered his head and behaved himself.
Frank glanced at them and did not say anything. He picked up another weapon and was ready to practice again.
As soon as he raised his hand, he heard what Corbett said, "Straighten your arms. Your aim is too low."
With a contemptuous look, Frank straightened his arms.
"Regulate your breathing." Corbett suddenly walked behind Frank and pushed his arms upward.
"Be prepared before shooting." With his chest against Frank's back, he held Frank's right hand with his right hand and said, "Steady your aim."
"Watch your body," said Corbett. He suddenly circled Frank's abdomen with his left hand and said, "Your posture must remain solid."
When Corbett came up to him, Frank stiffened. He could hear Corbett's voice right beside his ear. He held his hand, and his left arm almost embraced him.
Frank felt as if he was in Corbett's arms. His cheeks felt like they were burning as he thought of this.
"Now, shoot!"
When Frank was in a daze, Corbett spoke abruptly. He held Frank's hand and pulled the trigger.
'Bang!' It hit the mark!
Frank came to his senses when he heard the sound. His back collided with Corbett's chest because of the recoil.
Corbett took a few steps back before he could stand firm.
"Stay away from me!" Frank yelled at Corbett.
Corbett was stunned. When he raised his head, he saw that Frank was blushing.
"What the hell are you doing? You insolent fool!" The scarred man was startled.
The people around Frank enclosed him in a circle. All of them were prepared to fight.
"Stay back!" Corbett roared fiercely, "Nobody touch him! If you dare disobey my order, I will personally deal with you!" "Yes, sir."
"Understood, young lord."
Frank swept is eyes across the crowd, and threw the gun in his hand away. He turned his back and walked away from the shooting range in a hurry.
"Hey, wait a minute." Corbett called out Frank, his mood had changed. "Why are you walking away so fast? Don't you want to learn how to shoot?"
"I already knew how."
"Really?" Corbett smiled. "You just blushed."
"Fuck off! You're just imagining things!" "Impossible..."
As soon as William got off the plane, he rushed to the Liang Family's house.
The Liang Family was in shambles.
"Are they still unwilling to let him go?" Elise cried, "What do they even want? My poor child..."
"What's the use of crying? Crying won't do you any good!" Felipe shouted in anger, "What else can I do! They are from Shadow Organization!"
"I... I..." Elise burst into tears even worse.
"Father, Mother." Suddenly Nancy's voice came from the corner of the second floor, "What did you say? What's happened to Frank? Answer me!
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"Oh, my God!" Elise shouted, "Why are you here? You're pregnant! Go back and get some rest! Nothing happened!"
"No." Nancy hurried down the stairs. "I heard everything! They captured Frank, didn't they? Tell me!"
"Well..."
"Father, Mother, why did you hide it from me?" Nancy panicked. No wonder Frank's father had asked him to come here a few days ago but she didn't see him all this time. It turned out that he got caught.
"Don't worry. It's going to be fine." Elise hurried to hold her.
"Master." An old servant came in and said, "William Lan is here. He wants to see you."
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