Chased to be A Husband

Chapter 4 A Catastrophe is imminent.

    Chase had a hostage in his hand, so no matter how many people there were, they didn't dare to press him too hard. Chase used Davis as a shield and slowly moved closer to the motorcycle.

    Snap! Chase's knife slashed Davis's neck. He wanted to stun him, but it failed. The first time he had no experience. Seeing that he didn't stun the guy, Chase raised his foot to his ass and kicked Davis out, turning around and jumping on the motorcycle.

    "Catch him! Why the hell are you waiting here like a fool ?" Davis was helped by his men, and after resting for a while and he could breathe

, he yelled.   

    It was the first time Chase took someone hostage. He didn't know how strong he was. But the situation was so chaotic and he was anxious, so he almost killed Davis. If Blanc came to pick him to leave a second later, he might have knocked Davis into a coma.

    After the lackeys got scolded by Davis, they realized  they had

to catch Chase and Blanc, but the two were already nowhere to be seen.

    Blanc drove Chase on a motorcycle, crossing left and right on the street, turning around in the alleys, turning Chase dizzy. When Chase was about to speak, Blanc stopped at the back door of a house.

    Bang bang. Blanc patted the door vigorously, shouting," Old liar, open the door!"

    "f**k Blackface. He only knows how to take advantage of me. I'll teach the man a lesson!"

  After a moment, Chase heard footsteps and cursing inside. The door opened with a creaking sound, and Chase saw a man in his fifties with a goatee standing behind the door.

    "Ah! What's wrong with you, Blackface? You are covered with blood! Come in quickly!" the Goatee man glanced at the two men behind the door and inhaled.

    "f**k, just some bloodstains. What do you mean ‘covered' with blood?" Blanc pulled Chase to enter the house, but the Goatee man reached out to stop them.

    "Wait, who is he? Why do you bring a loser here? " Goatee man looked at Chase and said.

    "Damn, can you let us in first? You old scammer, you won't change your despicable hobbits even if you die. How can you tell the fortunes when you just meet?" Blanc pulled Chase into the house, yelling, "Close the door! No business today."

    Entering the room, Blanc took off his "blood shirt" and said, "Man, thank you. If it wasn't for you today, I guess I can't take it off."

    Chase glanced at him, did not speak, and looked at the layout of the room. The hall was small, more than 20 square meters. In the lobby, several statues look like some Chinese Taoist priests. A black eight immortals table was placed in front, with a black master chair and a square bench on each of the other three sides. A pile of rice paper was pressed under a black gavel on the table, with a few thread-bound books next to it. There was some other traditional Eastern stuff such as ink,  and inkstone used in Chinese and other East Asian calligraphy. On the surrounding walls, there were some Taoist calligraphy and paintings,  Yin-Yang totems, and so on.

    "Is this a fortune-telling hall? But why is there a long herbs shelf next to it? Does this old man also a Traditional Eastern doctor? Is he my peer?" Chase wondered.

    Blanc changed his clothes and returned to the hall.

    "Man, I haven't asked you about your name. My name is Nathan Blanc. I am a hooligan, haha. Davis, that bastard has some bad histories with me, and he caught me today. If it wasn't for you, my brother, I may have died." Blanc holding Chase's hand, saying very sincerely, "You are my savior. From now on, if you meet any trouble, ask me, and I will be there for you at any time."

    "I'm Chase Goodwill, Blanc. I will leave if everything is fine. I have to go to the station." Chase had no interest in having a new brother, and just wanted to go home.

    However, if he went to the station now, would Donna find he was missing and take someone to the station to block him? Chase was hesitant.

    "Okay,  hurry up. I'll open the door for you."  Goatee man said suddenly.

    "Old liar, what do you want to do? Chase is my buddy! Believe it or not, I will demolish your stinky hall ." Blanc yelled, then turned to introduce Chase, " The old liar is Wang Lu. He specializes in telling fortunes to swindle money and s*x in this street. I don't know how many young ladies  have been told the fortune by him."

    Chase smiled and looked up and down at Wang Lu. He looked like an ancient Chinese immortal, so how could he be so wretched as to tell the fortunes by looking at their whole body? Fortune-telling and Traditional Eastern herbs were one of the five techniques of Taoism in the New East Kingdom. This old man from New South probably admired the New East's five techniques, so he might have gone to New East to secretly learn the magic arts since he was a child.

    "It's not that I want to let him go. Look at his face. Black air rolls on his forehead. Dark clouds cover his head. Evil light flashed around him. A bloody catastrophe is imminent to him. If he stays here, we can't help him. And it will hurt my little Magic Hall." Wang Lu said lightly.

    "What are you talking about? Chase will have a bloody catastrophe? When will it happen?" Although Blanc called Wang Lu an old liar, he knew that Wang was an expert. If Wang said that there was a disaster, he meant it.

    "It's coming. Maybe soon. Maybe tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow. We can't help him with it. He has to rely on himself." Wang Lu shook his head, looking unpredictable.

    "Old liar,  how many calamities have you helped others to resolve? Why can't you resolve it for my brother? Hurry up and find a way, otherwise I...I will beat you." Blanc raised his fist and said, "Just beat your face, so you will be unable to hook up with any woman to tell her fortune."

    "No way. I can't help even if you kill me. It's his fate." Wang Lu turned his head and looked at Chase with a bewildered look, "Your name is Chase Goodwill? Just like your name..."

    "Mr. Wang, what do you mean?" Chase asked with a squeak in his heart.

    Wang Lu shook his head, "Just like your name. Your life has been ups and downs, repeated misfortunes. You will be ‘chased' by all kinds of evils the whole life. I suggest that even if you fail everything, don't be negative and aggressive. Keep your ‘goodwill' so you can be peaceful temporarily. "Wang Lu shook his head and sighed repeatedly. Nobody knew if he sighed about Chase's strange fate, or sighed that Chase's name mirrored his fate so correctly...

     Chase was even more confused. However, he admitted that his life was tough and full of misfortunes, and he just wished everything could be peaceful.  Since arriving in Weiner Village inexplicably, he had been "chased" over 102 times.