Deep in the alley where no one ever goes, there is a long-abandoned old house, covered in dust and cobwebs.
This place is far from the main road; you could shout until you were hoarse and no one would hear you.
Zhao Douchun impatiently brought Su Yuan—no, it should be said that he brought Xiao Yin—in here.
Once inside the carefully chosen crime scene, Zhao Douchun could no longer contain himself and squatted down to tear at Xiaoyin's clothes.
"Good boy, let the uncle give you a hug."
Just as the dirty, large hand was about to touch Xiao Yin, a small hand grabbed her wrist.
That small hand was thin and frail, and Zhao Douchun could not move forward even an inch.
"Uncle, is this your home?"
"Yes, the uncle lives here. He's so pitiful. Please comfort him."
Xiao Yin tilted her head: "Okay, since Uncle wants to make this place your home, then this will be your final resting place. Uncle, you don't need to thank me."
Before Zhao Doushun could understand what was happening, a sharp pain shot through his face, and he was sent flying, crashing into the wall.
Dust fell from the roof, and the walls wobbled precariously, almost collapsing from his impact.
Everything happened so fast that by the time Zhao Douchun reacted, he had already spat out a mouthful of bloody teeth, covered his face, and curled up on the ground.
His squatting position made it much easier for Xiao Yin to punch him, knocking out all his teeth and causing a comminuted fracture of half of his face.
Zhao Douchun rolled around in pain, and clearly heard the little girl's clear voice: "Is this comfort satisfactory, Uncle?"
Zhao Douchun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and he was terrified.
Is he dreaming? Is this really a little girl?
What normal kid could have such terrifying strength?
But the excruciating pain he was experiencing at that moment told him that this was not a dream.
And that terrifying little girl was slowly walking towards him.
"The uncle isn't saying anything, it seems he's not satisfied. Let me try to comfort him a bit more."
Xiao Yin was now standing in front of Zhao Douchun. Zhao Douchun endured the pain and roared fiercely as he lunged at Xiao Yin.
"You little bastard, you dare hit me? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget..."
As long as he pins this little bitch down, no matter how much strength she has, she can't exert any force.
How dare you hit him?
He's determined to kill her today; she must have been caught off guard to fall for his trick.
No matter how strong a child is, they can't beat an adult.
He would beat her half to death first, and then slowly torture her to death. This was the process that Zhao Douchun enjoyed the most.
Filled with disgusting images, Zhao Douchun lunged at Xiao Yin, only to be kicked in the other half of her face.
Ata commented with a smile, "That's perfect now, it's symmetrical."
Zhao Douchun was sent flying again, nearly crashing into another wall. He lay on the ground, rolling around and howling in pain, his face covered in blood and dirt.
He finally started to feel scared, and his alcohol-induced brain became unusually clear-headed in an instant.
What kind of monster is this?
Xiao Yin flexed her wrists and appeared beside him in the blink of an eye.
"Don't you like children? Xiao Yin will play with you."
Zhao Douchun shrank back, his eyes filled with horror, and asked indistinctly, "What kind of monster are you?"
"monster?"
Xiao Yin tilted her head: "Xiao Yin is a good child, how could she be a monster? Uncle is the monster."
The smile on Xiao Yin's face vanished when he thought about what would happen if he brought a real little girl named So-won here.
"Hmph, you old pervert who only bullies children, you're unlucky to have run into me, Xiao Yin, today."
Little Yin raised her little fist and slammed it down, while Ata thoughtfully reinforced the space.
Otherwise, what if this little girl loses control of her power and collapses the space?
Xiao Yin punched and kicked Zhao Douchun, who was lying on the ground. Even a light punch from her had a force that was more than a thousand pounds.
With every punch and kick, Zhao Doushun's bones would snap and break.
The entire space was filled with the sound of bones breaking and Zhao Douchun's miserable screams.
"No...stop hitting me! Please stop!"
Xiao Yin ignored him completely, treating him like a punching bag, her little fists and feet sending sparks flying.
Ten minutes later, Zhao Douchun lay on the ground like a dead dog, covered in bruises, his whole body convulsing, not a single patch of his skin unscathed.
Xiao Yin squatted down: "You old pervert, are you satisfied with Xiao Yin's comfort?"
Zhao Douchun looked at Xiaoyin in fear. At this moment, he had no desires left in his heart, only the desire to escape for his life.
He said with difficulty, "Satisfied, satisfied. Uncle was drunk and not sober. It wasn't intentional. Please forgive Uncle."
"Are you drunk?"
Little Inu asked Ata, "Brother Ata, do humans really lose control of themselves when they're drunk?"
Ata scoffed, "Tch, don't listen to this old dog's nonsense."
Ata explained to Xiao Yin, "Xiao Yin, remember this: our boss said that anyone who uses being drunk as an excuse to commit violence is a coward and a weakling."
Xiao Yin, who idolized his boss, listened attentively.
"When this kind of coward gets drunk, he might beat his wife, bully children, or harass girls. But that's what he actually wants to do; he just uses being drunk as an excuse."
Ata scoffed: "Otherwise, why don't you see drunk people beating up their bosses, bullying stronger men, or harassing the police? They'd beat the shit out of them."
"Even when drunk, he knows who he can mess with and who he can't, and he even knows to target people weaker than himself. Xiao Yin, do you think someone without a sense of reason could do such a thing?"
Ata chuckled and added, "The boss also said, 'Why don't we see drunk people eating shit?'"
Xiao Yin nodded: "The boss is right."
Zhao Douchun looked at Xiaoyin in horror, almost scared to death.
Who is she talking to? Where did that boy's voice come from?
It seems to have come from... from the body of this little monster.
"You...you...what exactly are you?"
A flash of white light, and Ata appeared beside Xiao Yin. This eerie scene terrified Zhao Douchun, who was already filled with fear, to the point of wetting himself.
"Ghost, ghost, ghost ahhh..."
He was terrified and struggled to crawl out, his body writhing like mud.
Ata reached out and grabbed Zhao Douchun, pulling him back uncontrollably as he frantically tried to shrink back.
"Please spare me, I'll never do it again, I'll never do it again..."
Recalling the boss's sinister smile, Xiao Yin said in a sinister tone, "Didn't you say you were drunk? Does a drunk person still know fear?"
As the little girl and boy approached him, Zhao Douchun's crotch became wet, and a foul-smelling liquid flowed onto the ground.
"Xiao Yin, close your eyes. Little girl, don't look at dirty things."
Ata reached out and covered Xiao Yin's eyes, and Xiao Yin obediently closed his eyes.
Ata appeared beside Zhao Douchun in an instant, his face full of disgust, and stomped on a spot: "Disgusting old pervert."
A bloodcurdling scream, inhuman and agonizing, rang out as Ata stomped the thing that had harmed the little girl into a bloody pulp.
He fainted from the pain, but was woken up by Ata stepping on him.
Realizing he had lost something, Zhao Douchun's eyes turned bloodshot as he stared at Ata and Xiaoyin with hatred, wishing he could devour them.
But clearly, he knew he was powerless against these two little monsters, and if things continued like this, he would die.
"I really drank too much, I'm not lying to you, please let me go, please..."
Just as Ata was about to speak, Little Yin's big eyes darted around, remembering what his boss had said.
With a wave of her hand, several fresh, unidentified objects appeared in front of Zhao Douchun: "Hehe. I won't believe you're drunk unless you eat them."
Ata stared in disbelief, and after seeing what it was, he sped away from Zhao Douchun at the speed of light.
This girl is too fierce.
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