"After several months, this man came to our house with a foreigner. They would often meet at my mother’s house, and I would hide. I heard them talking and the foreigner offering money to my father to kill Shi Min and give information about Madam Ling." The girl explained.
"You stupid brat! Don’t talk nonsense! How could you even understand what we were discussing? You can’t even write! How could you understand our conversation?!" The General angrily scolded the girl.
The girl’s face turned ferocious as she looked at the General. "Indeed, I never went to school, but have you forgotten that my mother was a teacher at the university before you turned her into your slave? My mother has been teaching me and has constantly reminded me to never reveal it to you." The eight-year-old girl spoke fluent English to prove her knowledge.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha!" El Padre laughed loudly and applauded the girl. "Good Girl! Your mother must be very proud of you! Now, tell El Padre what else your father and the foreigner did and talk about."
The girl nodded and paused, trying to recall events.
"One night, I was overcome by a severe flu, and my persistent coughing caught their attention. The stranger noticed my distress and approached to lend a helping hand; witnessing this, this man was filled with anger and disgust. However, the stranger, a man of Caucasian descent, intervened and sought out my father to inquire about my identity. In response, my father coldly labeled me as his bastard.
The foreigner told me to bathe, and this man yelled at me. After I did, that foreigner went to my room and raped me." The little girl narrates with a tight fist, controlling her tears.
"After that night, that man." She again pointed to the General. "He started to come to the house frequently, and only then did I get food supplies. They would always meet in that house. I also heard the name Otako, but I don’t know anything about it. I am sure that they have planned everything.
This man is worse than the devil. He should be in hell. He also raped me many times!" The little girl narrated; this time, her cries were uncontrollable. The source of thɪs content is NoveI(F)ire.net
The atmosphere was tense as the conversation unfolded. The girl spoke quietly about another group of people who were locals and affiliated with a shipping company.
As she struggled to recall the name, Mushu interjected with "Chanto Shipping Company," bringing the discussion to a halt as the little girl confirmed the name.
The tension in the room escalated as El Padre, in a commanding tone, ordered his men, "Release Mushu."
It became clear to El Padre that there was a history of Chanto Shipping Company mentioned with previous accident involving their vessel while the Chanto daughters were on board.
El Padre’s concern for the well-being of the little girl was evident in his intense gaze as he inquired if the Chanto group had harmed her.
"Did they hurt you? Those bastards?" El Padre looked at the girl.
The little girl silently nodded with her head down.
Upon learning that the Chanto daughters were currently at the main hospital in the capital, the plot thickened, raising more questions about the events unfolding in this mysterious and dangerous world.
El Padre dialed his phone.
"I heard that the Chanto ladies are in your hands." El Padre inquired.
"Yes, I’m instructed to give the ’thorough examination, ’" the hospital president said and laughed.
"Hahaha, good. Remember to give these two women several enemas, endoscopes, and colonoscopies while they’re awake. If they want trouble, let them know what it is." El Padre ended the call cheerfully.
Even the General’s wife was shocked. "You have raped your daughter!? You are worse than an animal!" She furiously shouted at her husband; if not for her daughter holding her back, she would have been punching her husband again
Out of nowhere, a bone-chilling gust of wind tore through the walls of the castle, sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers. Their eyes widened in horror as they bore witness to the General’s harrowing and agonized cries echoing.
For those in the know, it was clear that Ling Li had heard every word uttered by the girl. Without hesitation, Ling Li unleashed a barrage of terrifying needles aimed at the General, seeking to end his life.
These silver needles possess a deadly poison, capable of swiftly striking down Ling Li’s enemies with lightning speed. This signature move was honed to perfection by Ling Li under the guidance of her master. These needles have the power to swiftly end the lives of her adversaries or subject them to a prolonged and excruciating demise. This time, the General should prepare himself for a prolonged and agonizing death.
"Send them back and keep the girl safe." El Padre instructed his men.
As El Padre observed the little girl, he couldn’t help but notice that her way of speaking and carrying herself seemed to exceed her young age. It brought to mind the old saying, "The more challenges one faces, the more rapid their personal growth becomes." However, it was apparent that this girl felt the weight of maturity on her shoulders, far beyond what one her age should bear.
El Padre couldn’t help but mumble in dismay, "Poor girl."
The three guests, completely taken aback, found themselves in a state of speechlessness and wonder. It felt as though they were part of a scene unfolding in a movie, with dramatic events rapidly playing out before their eyes. Chatty, brimming with excitement, craned his neck to ensure he didn’t miss anything, occasionally clutching Fatty’s hand when nerves got the best of him.
The General’s family departed with great reluctance as El padre’s men forcibly guided them back to the location from which they came. They were acutely aware that they would never see the General again alive. They fully understood the grave consequences that awaited anyone who dared to betray Ling Li.
Furthermore, the General tried to kill her only son.
The little girl was sent to a room with security assigned to her.