Revenge Young Master

Prologues

"Run Young Master...Let me face them." shouted the man who was running limping to his little master.

The little boy shook his head, "No Zen, I won't leave you, we'll fight them together." The little boy walked over to the grown man whom he had already considered like his own father.

"Don't come back sir, this is an order, an order from father to son, not as a guard" the man groaned in pain, clutching his blood-soaked arm.

"Zen.." It was too late, a bullet had already shot right through the man's heart. The man sprawled on the blood-soaked ground that seeped from his chest.

"Zen.." His world seemed to be destroyed, the second time he lost the figure of a father who loved him so much.

His father had just died before his own eyes before their exertion.

And now Zen, the man who had always looked after him since he was still not very good at talking, the man who always accompanied him when his father was traveling, the man who always taught him to be an independent child, he said, he has now also left her.

His gaze darkened, unable to accept the fate that had been outlined to him. His body slowly collapsed, slumped on the ground and eventually became unconscious.

***

"You're conscious, son?" a middle-aged woman was sitting next to the boy she helped yesterday.

The boy looked dazed, his reddened eyes tracing every corner of the room. And his gaze stopped on the woman sitting next to him.

The boy tried to get up, but could not, his body felt limp. "Let aunt help you, you're still very weak." The child did not refuse, his mind was still trying to remember what he experienced until he could wake up in this place.

"I where?" his head is still very dizzy.

"You're in my house." the woman circulated her gaze into the room that felt cramped according to the boy.

"Yesterday I found you on the edge of the woods unconscious, why is a kid as small as you there, it's dangerous..."

The boy was still trying to remember, until a moment later, a shadow of a terrible event hit his mind. The boy was hysterical, crying and calling two men who always loved him.

"Why son, what's going on?" the woman was confused to see the boy.

"Dad... Zen. they've..." The boy could not continue his words anymore and could only cry hysterically.

The woman immediately grabbed and flanked the child into her arms. The woman felt sorry for him, maybe this child has experienced a bad incident.

Lovingly hugging as if giving comfort. Although her only child had died many years ago, but the motherly soul was still inherent in her.

"Calm down, son, whatever you've just been through, I know for sure it's something bad. But believe me, after this everything will be fine, God will protect you."

The child fell silent, as if the woman's words had just been like the beautiful song a mother gave her child.

The woman stroked the boy's black mane affectionately, channeling a sense of security and comfort to the child.

"Whose name?"

"My name's Aaron?" the little boy's great-grandson.

Yeah, Aaron, Aaron Leonid Vladimir Lisin. The only child born to Chloe Vladimir and Gennady Lisin.

Gennady Lisin, a great businessman who made him one of the most important people in his country. That said, Gennady was the number one person in the country.

Being a person who is always great in everything, will definitely make many people jealous of him. The success of Gennady must not be spared from those who try to rival and even want to destroy the glory he achieved, by inviting hostility openly or by stealth.

Therefore, the man must ensure extra security for himself, not least his only child, who could have been taken hostage by his enemies.

Because if not, once he let his guard down just a little, it was certain that one of his enemies would take the opportunity to harm him.

The man was already traumatized enough, when his beloved wife, ended up in the hands of one of his enemies.

It happened a few years ago, when Aaron was five years old. That's why Aaron turned into an unknown figure. The boy turned into an introverted child who kept quiet a lot. Compared to when his mother was alive, Aaron is an active and cheerful child.

Luckily there is Zen, his personal bodyguard, who always comforts him, and can slowly restore Aaron's cheer, though not completely.

And this is where Aaron now, the son who was the victim of hostility from the father with irresponsible people, was weeping over the calamity that had just befallen him.

Fortunately, the boy was found by Chlarent, the angel who helped him.

If she had been a little late to find him, Aaron might have ended up just like his father and Zen

Back to the story...

"Good name, according to the owner, handsome." the woman stroked Aaron's face gently.

"Your soul?"

"Nine years."

"Oh my God, why would a child as small as you be able to experience this bad thing?"

Aaron just silently lowered his head not answering this woman.

"Have it, don't think about it, now you're safe here, ok?"

"I introduce, my name is Chlarent, call me as you like." the woman stared softly at Aaron. Aaron's presence made him think back to his son, maybe if he was still alive, it would have been as big as Aaron.

"Mother..?"