The cold wind from the ocean whips through Qiuqiu's black messy hair, but he doesn't feel the chill. Despite the warning, he is there—at the old dockyard, precisely at 10 PM. 🌊
His entire focus is on the three men surrounding Eliot near a stack of rusted shipping containers. His Golden Retriever ears are pinned back, twitching at every small sound, his instincts screaming of danger.
The lapping of the dark water against the mossy pillars, the distant humming of the Twin Directors' hidden cameras, and the frantic, desperate barking of Peanut from inside the car fill the heavy air. 🎬🐾
Behind the thugs, Eliot (A'xing) is curled up on a wooden crate, sobbing into his hands. To anyone watching the monitors, he is a terrified, fragile victim trapped in a nightmare. 🎭🦋
But Qiuqiu, even in his fury, notices something strange.
Eliot's Butterfly antennae, though hidden from plain sight, are not trembling with fear. They are perfectly, unnervingly still. 🦋🕸️
It is as if they are calculating the wind's direction and the precise distance between his fingers and the thugs' cold throats. A predator is hiding behind those tears. 🌬️
"Move, kid! We only want the Butterfly!"
one of the men growls, swinging an electrified baton that crackles with lethal energy. ⚡
Qiuqiu dodges with the agility of his spirit, his leg tattoo glowing faintly through his clothes.
"I told you... no one touches him!" With a swift, powerful kick, 🦵
Qiuqiu disarms one man, the baton clattering against the metal floor.
But the other two close in, their batons glowing with a dangerous blue hum. Suddenly, a high-pitched, piercing whistle echoes through the foggy docks. 🌬️
Peanut stops barking and stands frozen, his small body trembling.
From the thick fog, a new figure emerges—a tall man in a tactical suit, his face hidden behind a cold, expressionless mask. 👤⚔️
"Target identified. Secure the canine,"
the masked man speaks into a comms device, his voice metallic and robotic. 📞
Eliot's sobbing stops instantly. His eyes, sharp and cold as crystalline ice, dart toward the masked man.
"They are after Peanut? Why?",❄️
The encryption key to his company is one thing, but kidnapping the Desire 4's 'baby' means they know his only true weakness—his family. ⛓️
Qiuqiu, seeing the masked man approach Peanut, roars in anger, his protective instincts flaring. He tries to run, but the thugs block his path.
"Get out of my way!",
"Qiuqiu, look out!" Li Peien's voice echoes from the dock entrance.
He and Jiang Heng (Ocean) have finally arrived, their resonance fields clashing with the salt air. 🐇🐺
Ocean's Wolf ears are fully exposed, his teeth bared in a terrifying snarl as he lunges at the thugs, throwing them aside like ragdolls against the containers.🔥
Li Peien rushes to Qiuqiu's side, his Rabbit ears twitching with extreme anxiety.
"They're trying to take Peanut!" Qiuqiu gasps, his heart racing. 🐇💦
The masked man reaches for Peanut. But just as his hand is about to touch the dog, a sudden, powerful gust of wind blows through the docks, nearly knocking everyone over.
It isn't natural. It is as if a thousand invisible wings have flapped at once. Eliot stands up slowly, his posture shifting from a victim to a ruler. 🦋
He doesn't reveal his wings yet, but his presence has changed completely. He walks toward the masked man with a terrifying, deathly calmness. 👑
The "Weak Actor" is gone; his aura is now that of a king standing on a battlefield.
"Step away from the dog," Eliot says.
His voice is quiet, but it carries the weight of a mountain.🏔️
The masked man laughs, but before he can respond, Eliot "clumsily" trips over a cable, falling right into him in a blur of motion. 🎭
To the directors watching the screens, it looks like a pathetic accident.
But in that split second, Eliot's hand—the one with the sharp, ink-etched tattoo—presses a lethal pressure point on the man's neck. 🖋️🦋
The man goes limp instantly, and Peanut breaks free, running straight into Qiuqiu's protective arms.
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The smoke from a tactical grenade begins to thin, leaving behind a heavy, suffocating silence.
Qiuqiu is still holding Peanut tightly, his breath hitched in fear as he scans the shadows.
But amidst the confusion, a small, still figure stands at the edge of the docks, watching the entire scene from behind a stack of rusted containers.
It is Maymuna 🕵️♀️. At only 14,
She stands with a composure that is unsettlingly mature. She closes her notebook slowly, her eyes—dark, deep, and knowing—fixed on Eliot. 📓
She has seen everything. She saw the pressure point strike. She knows the Truth that even the directors missed.
"Who's there?" Ocean growls, his Wolf ears twitching toward the shadow. 🐺👤
Maymuna steps out of the darkness. She wears a simple hoodie, her small frame hidden, but her gaze is as sharp as a needle. 🖋️
"The butterfly's poison is strong, but it cannot cure a broken heart," Maymuna says,
Her voice echoing through the cold, empty dockyard like a haunting melody. 🌬️
Qiuqiu looks at her, stunned and confused. "Muna? What are you doing here? It's dangerous!" ❓
Muna doesn't answer him. Instead, she walks past the chaos and stops directly in front of Eliot .
She leans down and whispers a sentence meant only for his ears:
"Don't play with the Golden Retriever's loyalty, President. 🕸️ Even a butterfly can get caught in a web it creates." 🔗🦋
Eliot's jaw tightens. For the first time, the "Ice Prince" looks truly threatened.
As the Desire 4 members are led away to their private van, the doors slide shut. 🚐
The tinted glass blocks the world, hiding the secrets within. It is then that the miracle happens. 🪄
Peanut begins to glow with a soft, warm golden light. In a flash, the dog is gone. 🌟
In his place is a 7-year-old boy with messy hair, hugging Qiuqiu's neck with all his might. "Mama! You're hurt!" the boy sobs, his tears soaking Qiuqiu's shirt. 🥀
At the same time, Lele (Ocean's dog) transforms into an 8-year-old boy with silver hair, resting his head tiredly on Li Peien's lap.
"Mama Seeky (Le peien), don't be scared," Lele whispers.
The children only show their human forms to their family, their resonance bonded by blood and spirit.
Outside, Maymuna watches the van drive away into the fog, her pen scratching against the paper of her notebook. ✍️
She looks at the dark, swirling water where the 'fake savior' is still uselessly searching for Eliot, oblivious to the truth. 🥀🌊
"The family is complete... for now," she murmurs to the wind. 🕵️♀️
"But the hospital shoot is tomorrow. And the notebook says... someone won't come back from there." 🏥