Take My Breath Away

Suddenly, a car swooshed past in a blur, running over Sheffield's cell phone and crushing it under its wheels almost instantly.

"Sorry, but the number you've dialed is currently not in service..." Evelyn pulled her face away from her cell phone and stared at the screen in confusion as it was just ringing a few seconds ago.

She tried calling him again, but when she found that Sheffield's phone was switched off, a concerned frown appeared on her face.

Meanwhile, Sheffield snapped at the sight of his cell phone being pulverized. Incandescent with rage, his face contorted and foam flecked his lips as he rasped at his foe. In one swift motion, he drew his scalpel and slashed the man's stomach.

The man responded to the agonizing pain with an unearthly howl, accompanied by a berserk rage with which he threw himself at Sheffield. As he spun back around, with a clean right-footed roundhouse kick, he disarmed Sheffield of the scalpel.

Then he quickly picked up the scalpel and disappeared in the darkness.

"Ouch..." Sheffield shook his wrist, massaging it with the other hand. It was too late to run after the man now. More importantly, as he was in a lot of pain, it would do him good to retreat and live to fight another day.

Nevertheless, the man was very meticulous. He knew that he had to take the scalpel because it was stained with his blood. This reasoning implied that this wasn't the first time he had done this.

Sheffield turned around to look for whatever was left of his phone and he picked out the SIM card before going back to his car.

His right wrist was still painful from the kick, and the cut in his left shoulder needed immediate medical attention. He took out the first aid kit and wrapped some gauze around the wound to stop the bleeding before he drove away without hesitation.

At the suburbs

Sheffield's car stopped in front of a traditional Chinese courtyard house. He rang the doorbell and spoke into the video intercom. "Master, it's me, Sheffield. It's been a while."

There was no response at first, but then suddenly, a voice came over the intercom. "Fuck off!"

"Master, I'm hurt, again. It looks pretty bad," Sheffield said in embarrassment, rubbing his nose.

"Fuck off!" the man shouted again.

Sheffield was speechless. His master's remedy would help him recover rapidly, and he himself was too lazy to make the ointment. Leaning his back against the gate, Sheffield feigned weakness and said, "Master... Ah... my

from Matthew. "Hey, where are you?"

"In my apartment. What's up?"

"Is Sheffield with you?" he asked curtly.

"Sheffield?" Evelyn continued honestly, "He said he wanted to meet me this evening, but his phone is switched off and I can't reach him."

"He already knows that you had an ectopic pregnancy."

After a short pause, Evelyn asked, "You told him?"

"Yes.

I gotta go, talk to you later. Good night." With these words, Matthew hung up the phone.

Now he just wanted to know if Sheffield would go to Evelyn and apologize to her.

Sheffield, on the other hand, was still stuck at Vernon's place. Soon after the ointment was applied to his shoulder, Sheffield leaned over the table and fell asleep.

A night had passed.

When Sheffield fluttered his eyes open, he looked at the bright sky outside and suddenly sat up straight. He looked around and indeed he was in his master's guestroom.

Taken by curiosity, he looked under the quilt and felt relieved to see that he still had his pants on.

"Master, my dear master..." Sheffield cried, as he dashed out of the guestroom. He cried bitterly in his mind, 'I'm so screwed. Evelyn must have been waiting for me the whole night.'

In the yard outside, Vernon was practicing Tai Chi, and the boy next to him was airing out the Chinese herbs. When Sheffield came out, the boy greeted him, "Mr. Tang, good morning!"

"Good morning!" Sheffield waved at the boy and then rushed to the old man in front of him. "Master, you tricked me!"

Needless to say, Vernon must have made him smell some kind of medicine which took away his consciousness.

"Yes, I did!" Vernon didn't deny it.