Match Nineteen: Karma:
Women can be scary creatures. Especially when you screw them over. Jianjun learned this the hard way.
-Three Days Earlier-
He had a way with women. Jianjun had the practice back in the old village. He could get them to give him anything that he wanted. The boy could even make them believe they were in a relationship. Then he would dump, ghost, or both to them, leaving them heartbroken and broke. There were many women in China looking for revenge.
One particular woman tracked him down to Beijing and the apparently the gods were on her side. It started with a phone call.
The phone in the hotel room rang. Jianjun mumbled to himself as he reached out from his bed to feel around for the receiver. If this was another one of Junjie’s annoying friends looking for a party he swore that he would…
“Hello?” he asked in a groggy voice.
“Jianjun?” a woman asked on the other line. The con man narrowed his eyes.
“Huh?” he asked.
“Jianjun, is that you?”
He started to look confused. “Who is this?” There was a pause on the other line. He could hear a snort over the phone.
“Of course you wouldn’t remember me, you son of a bitch!” the woman snapped.
“Who is this?” Jianjun asked. There came another pause over the other line.
“I am going to make you pay,” the woman hissed. Then she hung up. Jianjun stared at the phone. What was all of that about?
Black pencil pumps walked up to the Liao-Wang front door. She breathed heavily as she pounded on the door. The woman saw red the whole time. She was about to knock again when the door opened. Yao stood in the doorway with a baffled look on his face.
“Uh… can I help you?” he asked. The woman looked like she was ready to scream.
“Is this the Liao house?” she asked.
“The Liao-Wang house,” Yao answered. “And… who are you?” The woman calmed down. She cleared her throat and smoothed out her short black dress.
“Is Khai in?” she asked.
“He’s dead,” the man of the house said.
“Oh, that’s right,” the woman said, rubbing her forehead. Yao took a step back.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Did you want something?” That got the strange guest’s attention.
“Oh yes,” she said. “I want revenge!”
“What?!” Yao asked. “What did I do to you?”
“Not you,” she said. “My ex, Jianjun!” The man’s eyes grew wide.
“Honey?” they heard in the house. “Who’s at the door?” Yao and the woman looked up to see Ju walking up to the front door. The clan leader paused.
“Who is this?” she asked. The woman clapped her hands together.
“You my ex’s niece?” she asked. Ju gave her an odd look.
“Why?” she asked.
“You’re going to help me get what I want,” the woman said. “Revenge.”
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Ju asked. “How did you even find our address?”
“The internet,” the woman answered. “Are you going to help me make the bastard’s life hell or not?” The couple looked at each other.
Jianjun found himself having a bad day.
He shook Junjie on the shoulder. “Get up! We have to go!” The disgraced heir mumbled something under his breath and rolled over in his bed. The con man gritted his teeth.
“Get up!” he yelled. “Get up!” Junjie mumbled as he rolled over on his side. Jianjun hit him harder.
“Boy, get up!” he shouted. The disgraced heir finally got up.
“What?!” he asked.
“We have to go,” the con man said. Junjie looked confused.
“Why?” he asked. Jianjun started pacing around the small room.
“She found me,” he muttered. “She found me again.”
“What are you talking about? Who found you?” Junjie asked. His partner looked up at him with big eyes.
“My damned ex!” he shouted. “I don’t know how she tracked me down but if she can do it, someone else could!”
“What are you talking about?” Junjie asked. Jianjun slammed his hand down on the bed.
“You won’t get your revenge if we get caught!” he said. “She might call the police on us!” That was enough to get the former heir out of bed.
“Let’s go!” Junjie said. The men packed up and headed out of their room. Jianjun was the one who checked them out. And check them out in a hurry he did.
The day started to get worse. Jianjun tried his best to keep calm. Junjie gave him a strange look.
“You okay, man?” he asked.
“No!” the con man shouted. He slammed on the steering wheel, screaming. The horn blared in the early Beijing morning. Another horn honked back. Jianjun whipped his head around.
“Shut up!” he shouted. The fallen party boy looked like he was about to jump out of the car and run.
“Listen man,” Junjie said. “You need to chill. You can’t let some woman work you up like this.” Jianjun turned to him glaring with fire in his eyes.
“Some woman? Some woman?!” he yelled. “She is not some woman! That bitch is a devil!” Jianjun shivered as began to remember the early nineties. More horns honked background. The con man wanted to rip of his hair.
“That bad, huh?” the former heir asked.
“Yes!” the con man shouted. “How the fuck did she even track me down like that?!” He let out another scream in the car. Suddenly, there was a tap on the driver’s side window. Jianjun froze and rolled down the window. A police officer looked inside. The con man tried to straighten himself out.
“Yes, officer?” he asked.
“Are you aware that you are holding up traffic?” the cop asked.
“Huh?” Jianjun asked, looking behind him. A line of cars sat behind his honking and swearing at him.
“Oh,” he muttered. “Sorry about, sir.” The con man laughed and rubbed the back of his head.
“License and registration, please?” the cop asked. Jianjun looked over at Junjie and then turned back to the officer.
“Okay then…” he said. The con man pulled out his id and handed it to the officer. “This is a rental, by the way.”
“Doesn’t matter,” the cop said, taking the ID. “Registration, please?”
“Alright,” Jianjun said. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out the registration. The cop looked at the license and registration for a moment. A confused look came over his face.
“Are you… Kim Jianjun?” he asked.
“Yes,” the con man said. The cop frowned at him.
“I’m going to need you to step out of the car,” he said. Jianjun still had a forced smile on his face.
“Is there something wrong, officer?” he asked.
“There’s a warrant for your arrest in Shanghai and few other places,” the cop said.
“What?!” Junjie shouted. The con man started to break out into a sweat.
“There must be some sort of a mistake,” he said.
“No sir,” the officer said. “Please step out of the car for me.” Instead, the con man sped off on a red light.
“Hey!” the cop shouted. Junjie looked back and forth with a panicked look on his face.
“What the hell, man?!” he yelled. “Are you trying to have us go to jail?!”
“It’s her!” Jianjun shouted. “It has to be her! It has to be her! I know it is!”
“Dude, slow down!” the former heir yelled. “What are you doing?!”
“Shut up! You don’t know anything!” Jianjun yelled. He had turned around at the wrong moment. When he did, the rental car hit a small bump in the road. Jianjun whipped his head around.
“What the…?!” he shouted. The car skidded off to the right and hit a fire hydrant. Both Jianjun and Junjie sat there in stunned silence. The former heir blinked.
“What…. Just happened?” he asked. The con man sat there blinking and confused. By the time the cop caught up to them, Jianjun’s day was about to get a whole lot worse.