As he watched and listened to the men's sinister remarks, the shopkeeper's face filled with panic.
"But, Lord Soul Masters, she really is my daughter!"
"How could I not know what my own daughter looks like?"
"Oh, really?"
"Then tell me, does she have a birthmark?"
At that, the shopkeeper relaxed a little.
If that was all they needed as proof, then his daughter really did have one.
There was a butterfly-shaped mark on her right arm.
"Oh, really?"
"Then let me see."
As he spoke, the Outer-Gate Inspector of the Shrek Inspection Corps tore the girl's clothes open.
A stretch of snow-white arm lay exposed.
Half a butterfly mark showed faintly on her slender arm.
"That won't do."
"How am I supposed to see it clearly from so far away?"
"Bring her here!"
"And her clothes are covering the mark. I'll have to take them off to inspect it properly."
As he spoke, one of the burly men dragged the girl toward the back room.
Her cries rang out at once.
The shopkeeper knelt beside the table and pleaded with the two men who were still sitting there eating grilled skewers.
"Please, sirs, she really is my daughter."
"Please let her go. Don't hurt a child!"
But the pounding rain drowned out his voice.
Thunder still crashed overhead.
"Ah, don't—"
The sounds coming from the girl's room jolted Bei Bei out of his daze.
He sprang to his feet and headed for the room.
As he reached the table, two figures blocked his path.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"You dare interfere with the Shrek Inspection Corps?"
"She might be an Evil Soul Master."
"Are you her accomplice?"
Bei Bei did not give an inch before the sword point pressed against his throat.
He did not even speak.
His