Mafia

"Mommy, Mommy..." Hearing the commotion, the little girl rushed out first despite Jiaming's attempts to stop her. Her clear cries echoed through the pitch-black passageway. Then she seemed to trip over something and fall. She got back up and kept running, soon charging into the 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 inside. Jiaming silently made his way through the darkness, feeling around for things nearby: a doorframe, a broken window, a wall, stones, a wooden stick...

When he reached the room, he merely glanced inside before charging in with the wooden stick. Aside from the blonde woman and the little girl, there was only one man dressed like a worker. He was tall and muscular, his pants already halfway off. The little girl clawed and beat at him frantically. He had thrown her to the floor several times, but she still tried to get back up. If there was only one person, this would be much easier...

The tiny light bulb in the room buzzed erratically, flickering on and off like a blinking eye. The man did not dare make too much noise. He merely shoved the little girl to the floor again, but suddenly felt danger. He turned around in alarm and saw a small figure sprinting toward him. Jiaming kicked off a small cabinet beside him, soaring over two meters through the air with the wooden stick raised high.

Bang— In his haste, the man could only raise one arm. The huge stick snapped cleanly in two against his wrist, but the front half still smashed into the back of his head, making his vision swim.

What followed was an intense pain in the bend of his leg. The instant Jiaming landed, he drove the broken stick down hard, shattering the man's kneecap. The man was about to scream when his vision went gray. Jiaming swung a small bag of something—cement or whatever it was—and smashed it directly into his mouth and nose. Then he drew his dagger and slashed between the man's legs like lightning.

A small piece flew into the darkness. From Jiaming's charge, leap, and landing, only the span of a blink had passed. By the time the seemingly strong man crashed to the floor, the pain had already knocked him unconscious. With his mouth stuffed full of dust and grit, he had not even managed a cry. Seeing blood gush like a fountain from between his legs, Jiaming sneered and tore open the man's filthy shirt to bandage the wound at his crotch.

"...If you can't pick up women in your next life, remember to hire prostitutes."

After making sure the man would not die, Jiaming turned around. Heidi was crying beside the blonde woman, repeatedly calling, "Mommy, Mommy..." The woman looked even more ragged than Heidi. With nowhere to turn, the two of them had once been young ladies from wealthy families. Who knew how much suffering they had endured over the past month? Her face was frighteningly pale, and her whole body trembled. There were injuries at the corners of her mouth and eyes. A pair of translucent lace panties had been torn apart and tossed aside, clearly the handiwork of the man who had just become the last eunuch of this century.

Jiaming walked over and touched the woman's forehead, then sighed. "Your fever's already serious. I don't know how long you've been dragging this out. You need to get to a hospital immediately. Can you still stand?"

"I... I..." The woman was already seriously ill, and after being frightened and exhausting the last of her strength, her condition had worsened further. She curled up, taking a long time before she could finally form a complete sentence. "...No, I can't go to the hospital... Heidi, Heidi..."

Jiaming frowned. Having worked as an assassin for so long, he naturally understood that everyone had their own reasons. He did not ask further. "Don't worry. I'll help take care of Heidi. If you won't go to the hospital, that's fine. I have a place nearby, and I have medicine. We'll go there first. Heidi, help your mother onto my back."

Jiaming was only fourteen and not very tall, so carrying the blonde woman on his back felt somewhat strange. But at a time like this, that did not matter. After all, he had trained for four years. Supporting those full thighs, the three of them quickly made their way down Dangerous Building.

If he had explosives or something, he could just blow this place up and erase all evidence completely...

Thinking that, Jiaming laughed inwardly. Feeling the two soft waves pressed against his back, he could not help but admit that although this woman looked sickly and barely alive, she still possessed a devilish figure that would make any man drool. There was no denying it. As they crossed several streets, Jiaming's thoughts began to wander.

Feeling those huge breasts against his back made him think of Zhang Yahan. Hers were a little smaller than these, but they had the subtle, balanced beauty of China. He still preferred that pair... This woman's legs were pressed tightly against him, and she was not wearing anything underneath. As they walked, she kept rubbing against him. It was kind of like what Lingjing and Shasha had done in bed that day. Ah, she's an underage little girl. Stop, stop. I'm a good person...

Not every assassin was stern and cold. Whenever Jiaming carried out missions in the past, he liked to think about random things to ease his psychological tension. Over time, it had become a habit. Before long, the three arrived at a small residential complex and went up to the second floor of an old building. Jiaming took out a key, opened the door, and went inside.

This house had been bought by Jiaming's short-lived parents. After they died, it became Huang Family property. However, Huang Family did not care about such a minor asset, so Jiaming had received the key when he was twelve. It was a simple three-bedroom apartment with old furnishings. After laying the blonde woman on a bed in one of the bedrooms, he went to the kitchen, lit the gas stove, and began heating water. Then he took out a medical kit and retrieved some medicine and injections for minor ailments.

"If you'd broken an arm or a leg, coming to me would have been no problem. But you just had to catch a cold and let the fever drag on this long. I just hope you haven't developed complications like pneumonia. Otherwise, you'll have to go to the hospital no matter what."

After feeding the woman some medicine, he had her lie facedown on the bed, lifted her filthy nightgown, and gave her two injections in the buttocks. Even though his mind was full of nonsense, his hands remained as steady and precise as ever. A qualified assassin often had to moonlight as half a surgeon.

After that, the woman wrapped herself in the blanket, and her trembling finally stopped. Though she still looked exhausted, she insisted on asking, "You... who are you? That day... were you the one who saved us?"

"Me? I'm an outstanding student of the People's Republic of China, devoted to the Four Modernizations and following Lei Feng's noble example with lofty ideals. Although I've never been rated one of the Three Good Students, I still help old ladies cross the street once a week. I have two wives, but they're lesbians. My future goal is to become a doctor, so for now, you can stay here as my test subject without worry." After saying all that in fluent London-accented English, Jiaming gave her a harmless smile. "By the way, Heidi's mommy, what's your name?"

The woman looked weakly at Jiaming for a while, then smiled as well. "I... My name is Marilyn Salieri."

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

"Salieri..." Marilyn nodded weakly. She looked so drowsy that she was about to fall asleep. "I didn't expect a child like you to know..."

"Fine, Salieri it is." Jiaming nodded. "Sleep first. You're tired too. If you're not dead tomorrow, you can tell me whatever you feel like saying. But Marilyn Monroe is such a nice name. Are you sure you have to be called Salieri? That surname isn't fun at all..."

Chattering away, he took Heidi outside. He prepared a basin of hot water and had Heidi go into the room to remove her mother's dirty clothes and wipe her down with a hot towel. He himself sat on the sofa in the living room, lost in thought.

"The Salieri family... Sigh, the Mafia has really fallen this far. Organized crime really isn't anything good..."

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

Twenty minutes later, the little girl came out limping, carrying the filthy basin and towel. The fall she had taken in the corridor earlier had injured her knee, and after so much time had passed, walking had become difficult.

Jiaming had her sit still on the sofa, fetched clean hot water from the kitchen, and washed the towel. He told the little girl to wipe the dust and grime off her knee first before applying medicine. But the injury was severe. After carefully wiping it a few times, tears had already filled her eyes. She handed the towel to Jiaming and said pitifully, "Big brother."

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

"Mm?"

"...You should do it yourself. My pain sensitivity is slower than normal. If I wipe it, you'll definitely cry. If you do it yourself, you'll know where it hurts and where it doesn't. Be good, wipe it yourself."

"I... won't cry."

The little girl looked stubborn, so Jiaming said no more. He lifted her filthy little leg onto his lap, wrung out the towel, and gently began wiping. Though he had slowed his movements, the little girl was still in great pain. Whenever he glanced over, he saw her pressing her lips together hard, puffing out her little cheeks, looking determined to endure the pain. It made Jiaming want to laugh.

After a while, he had cleaned everything from her knee down to her little feet. The little girl's skin was pale, smooth, and delicate. Jiaming mischievously tickled the soles of her feet a few times, immediately drawing a burst of giggles from the girl on the sofa. After applying medicated oil, he wrapped the bandage around her knee. Then Jiaming went to the bathroom, filled the tub, and brought Heidi a small stool.

"Be careful not to get the bandage wet. Sit here and wash yourself clean. I'll go get you some new pajamas. Be good."

He tapped Heidi's grimy little nose, closed the bathroom door, and went into the inner room to look for clothes. Marilyn's coughing occasionally drifted over. After searching for a long time, he only found a long shirt that could barely serve as a nightgown for the little girl. When he brought it over, however, there was no response no matter how he called at the bathroom door.

"Heidi..."

"Heidi!"

"I'm coming in."

Using a piece of wire, he unlocked the bathroom door. Beside the bathtub, the naked little girl sat on the small stool, having fallen asleep just like that. She still held the towel in her hand, and only half her body had been cleaned.

Sighing, Jiaming walked over and patted the little girl's cheek, but all he got in response was a sleepy "Mm." Left with no choice, he picked up the towel, wiped down her whole body as quickly as possible, and dressed her in the long shirt.

As he carried her toward another bedroom, the girl curled up in his arms like a little lamb and comfortably rolled over.

Picked up a daughter... Jiaming thought.

Uh, I'm not a pedophile. I'm the type who likes both lolis and mature women. That needs to be emphasized.

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