Mafia

"Mommy, Mommy..." Hearing the commotion, ignoring Gu Jiaming's attempts to stop her, the little girl rushed out first. In the pitch-black corridor, her crisp cries echoed, then she seemed to trip over something and fell. She got up and kept running, soon bursting into that dimly lit room.

"Let go of my mommy, what are you doing... let go... ah... let go, let go..." The little girl's shouts came from the room. Gu Jiaming walked over silently in the darkness, groping for things around him as he went: door frames, broken windows, walls, stones, wooden clubs...

Reaching the edge of the room, he only took a stealthy glance before charging in with the wooden club. Inside, besides the blonde woman and the little girl, there was only a man dressed like a worker—tall, muscular, with his pants already halfway down. The little girl was clawing at him frantically, thrown to the floor several times, yet still struggling to get up. If it was just one person, that made things much easier...

The dim, pea-sized bulb in the room buzzed and flickered like a blinking eye, casting erratic light. The man didn't dare cause a big scene; he just shoved the little girl to the ground again, but suddenly sensed danger. He turned in alarm, and a short figure was sprinting toward him, leaping off a small cabinet beside him, flying over two meters of distance, wooden club raised high.

"Bang—" Caught off guard, the man could only raise one arm. The heavy club snapped in two against his wrist, but the front half still smashed into the back of his head, making his vision blur.

Then came a sharp pain in the back of his knee. As Gu Jiaming landed, he jabbed with the broken club, shattering the man's kneecap. The man was about to scream, but a gray blur hit his face—Gu Jiaming swung a small bag of what looked like cement or something straight into his mouth and nose, then drew a dagger and made a lightning-fast slash between his legs.

A small piece flew into the darkness. From the moment Gu Jiaming charged, leaped, and landed, it was barely a blink of an eye. When the seemingly strong man crashed to the ground, he had already passed out from the pain, unable to even let out a cry, his mouth stuffed with dust. Seeing the blood gushing from between his legs, Gu Jiaming sneered and tore open the man's filthy shirt to bandage the wound at his crotch.

"...Next life, if you can't get a woman, remember to hire a whore."

Sure the man wouldn't die, Gu Jiaming looked back to see Heidi crying beside the blonde woman, calling out "Mommy, Mommy..." over and over. Now, the woman was dressed even more raggedly than Heidi, with nowhere to turn. They were supposed to be young ladies of wealth, and he didn't know how much they'd suffered over the past month or so. Her face was terrifyingly pale, her whole body trembling, with bruises at the corners of her mouth and eyes. A torn, semi-transparent lace panty lay discarded nearby, clearly the handiwork of the man who'd just become the last eunuch of the century.

Walking over, Gu Jiaming touched the woman's forehead and sighed. "You've got a serious fever. I don't know how long you've been dragging this out. We need to get you to a hospital right away. Can you still get up?"

"I, I..." The woman was already severely ill, and now frightened and exhausted, her condition was even worse. She curled up, taking a long time to get out a complete sentence. "...No, can't go to the hospital... Heidi, Heidi she..."

Gu Jiaming frowned. Having worked as a killer, he understood everyone had their troubles. He didn't press further. "Don't worry, I'll take care of Heidi. If you can't go to the hospital, that's fine. I have a place nearby to stay, and medicine too. Let's go there first. Heidi, help your mom onto my back."

Gu Jiaming was only fourteen, not tall, so carrying the blonde woman on his back felt a bit odd. But at a time like this, such things didn't matter. He'd been training for four years, and supporting her full thighs, the three of them quickly left the dilapidated building.

If he had explosives, he could just blow the place up and completely destroy the evidence...

Thinking this, Gu Jiaming smiled to himself. Feeling the two soft mounds pressing against his back, even though the woman was sickly and barely clinging to life, she still had a devilish figure that would make any man drool—that was undeniable. As he crossed a few streets, his mind couldn't help but wander.

Feeling those curves on his back, he couldn't help but think of Zhang Yahan. Her chest was a bit smaller compared to this, but it had that subtle, balanced Chinese charm. He still preferred that pair... This woman's legs were pressed tightly against him, and without underwear, they rubbed and rubbed with every step, much like what Lingjing and Shasha had done in bed that day. Ah, but those were underage girls—stop that, I'm a good person...

Not all killers were grim and cold. During missions, Gu Jiaming liked to think about random things to ease his psychological tension, and over time, it became a habit. Soon, they reached a small residential area, climbed to the second floor of an old house, and Gu Jiaming took out a key to open the door and go in.

This was a house bought by Gu Jiaming's short-lived parents. After they died, it became property of the Huang Family, but they didn't covet such a small thing. When Gu Jiaming turned twelve, he got the keys. It was a simple three-bedroom, one-living-room setup with old furnishings. He laid the blonde woman on the bed in the bedroom, went to the kitchen to light the gas stove and boil water, then took out a medical kit with some medicines and injections for minor ailments.

"If you'd broken an arm or leg, coming to me would be no problem. But you had to catch a cold and drag it out this long. I just hope there aren't complications like pneumonia, or we'll have to go to the hospital no matter what."

He fed the woman some medicine, then had her lie face down on the bed, lifted her dirty nightgown, and gave her two shots in the buttocks. Even with his mind wandering, his hands were steady and precise—a qualified killer had to double as half a surgeon.

After that, the woman, wrapped in a blanket, finally stopped trembling. Though she looked exhausted, she insisted on asking, "You... who are you? That day... was it you who saved us?"

"Me? I'm a student with lofty ideals, learning from Lei Feng's good example, an outstanding candidate for the Four Modernizations of the People's Republic of China. I've never been named a Three-Good Student, but I still help old ladies cross the street once a week. I have two wives, but they're lesbians. My future life goal is to become a doctor, so for now, feel free to stay here as my test subject." Finishing this in fluent London English, Gu Jiaming flashed a harmless smile. "Oh, and Heidi's mommy, what's your name?"

Weakly staring at Gu Jiaming for a moment, the woman also smiled. "I... I'm Marilyn... Salieri."

"Salieri..." Gu Jiaming frowned. "The Salieri family from New York... Salieri?"

"Salieri..." Marilyn nodded weakly, looking drowsy as if about to fall asleep. "I didn't expect a child like you to know..."

"Alright, Salieri it is." Gu Jiaming nodded. "Sleep now, you're very tired. If you're not dead tomorrow, pick some things you want to tell me. But Marilyn Monroe is a good name—are you sure you have to be Salieri? That surname isn't fun at all..."

Muttering, he took Heidi out, prepared a basin of hot water, and had her go into the room to help her mother take off her dirty clothes and wipe her whole body with a hot towel. He sat on the living room sofa, lost in thought.

"The Salieri family... tsk, sinking to this level in the Mafia—really, the underworld is no good..."

The Salieri family was one branch of the New York Mafia.

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Twenty minutes later, the little girl came out limping, carrying the dirty basin and towel. She'd hurt her knee when she fell in the hallway earlier, and after all this time, walking was a bit difficult.

He had her sit on the sofa and not move, then fetched clean hot water from the kitchen, cleaned the towel, and told her to wipe the dust and grime off her knee before he could apply medicine. But the wound was bad; the little girl wiped carefully a few times, tears welling in her eyes, then handed the towel to Gu Jiaming, looking pitiful. "Big brother."

"No, you want me to wipe it for you?"

"Mm?"

"...Better do it yourself. My sense of pain is duller than most—if I wipe it, you'll definitely cry. You know where it hurts and where it doesn't. Be good, do it yourself."

"I... won't cry."

Seeing the stubborn look on the little girl's face, Gu Jiaming didn't argue. He pulled her dirty little leg onto his lap, wrung out the towel, and gently wiped. Even though he slowed his movements, it still hurt her a lot. Glancing occasionally, he saw her pursing her lips tightly, puffing out her cheeks, with a brave, enduring expression. He couldn't help but find it amusing.

After a while, from her knee to her foot, it was all clean. Her skin was fair, smooth, and delicate. Gu Jiaming mischievously tickled the sole of her foot, making her burst into giggles on the sofa. He applied medicinal oil and wrapped a bandage. Then he went to the bathroom to draw a bath, placed a small stool for Heidi.

"Be careful not to get the bandage wet. Sit here and wipe yourself clean. I'll get you a new nightgown, okay?"

Tapping Heidi's dirty little nose, Gu Jiaming closed the bathroom door and went to find clothes. Marilyn's cough came occasionally. After searching for a while, he only found a long shirt that could barely serve as a nightgown for the little girl. When he brought it over, no matter how he called, the bathroom didn't respond.

"Heidi..."

"Heidi!"

"I'm coming in."

Using a piece of wire to unlock the bathroom door, he saw the little girl, completely naked, sitting on the stool by the tub, having fallen asleep like that, towel in hand, her body only half-wiped clean.

Sighing, Gu Jiaming walked over and patted her cheek, but only got a "mm" in her sleep. Helpless, he picked up the towel and wiped her whole body as fast as he could, then slipped the long shirt over her.

When he picked her up and carried her to the other bedroom, the girl curled up in his arms like a little lamb, rolling over comfortably.

Picked up a daughter... Gu Jiaming thought to himself.

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Uh, pure me isn't a pedophile—I'm the type that goes for both lolis and mature women. That needs to be emphasized.

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