Not To Do Good

Qing Chen was trying to work on catching these people when he had heard rushed footsteps on the stairs. He quickly went out of the computer room because he already knew that this was not going to end so well.

There they were, his mother and his father going down with their robes tied to their waists and bags under their eyes. "What's happening?" his mother's raspy voice asked him as she raised herself on her tiptoes to look inside the computer room.

"Not everything's fine," he said in his most calm voice.

"Why is there a red blinking light on?" his father pointed on the light alarm system that they installed in the house. "An alarm had gone off? Why didn't I hear a damn thing?" Also, he knew full well what the red light was for. "Did someone get hurt?"

Qing Chen breathed out. "Qing Lok got shot."