Massacre Began! . . .
The search efforts outside the Cha Eun Xiao residence continued unabated. Numerous groups of soldiers, totaling well over a dozen, approached the formidable gates of the House of Cha. Although some entertained thoughts of infiltrating the premises to conduct a search, the imposing blood guards stationed at the entrance, their stern gazes unyielding, dissuaded any such notions.
"How dare you even contemplate entering Great General Cha's residence?" admonished a senior military officer, his voice resonating with authority.
These were not mere words from the Cha family. The general lambasted those who considered breaching the sanctity of General Cha's abode. "Why not just break in? It would be your family's greatest fortune if the blood guards spared you from a fatal beating!"
The general's fierce rebuke underscored the gravity of their transgression.
As the day transitioned into night, the cityscape was aglow with lights, yet the turmoil persisted. Clashes, and the occasional shouts of confrontation, could be heard from various quarters. These disturbances typically arose from encounters with foreign spies or assassins, a regular occurrence in the bustling city. It had become a daily norm, or rather, it had occurred for the past two days without interruption.
The search teams were dedicated to their mission, and they made a point of not unduly disturbing the civilian populace. The soldiers were keenly aware that the leadership was growing increasingly impatient. Consequently, they expedited their task, understanding that provoking unnecessary trouble was akin to courting disaster. In this regard, it was perhaps the least intrusive search operation in the city's history.
At the cusp of nightfall, there was a brief respite from the day's commotion. It was a period of relative peace when most people were settling down for dinner, including the soldiers who had toiled throughout the day. Even the fugitives, for a moment, were no different from ordinary citizens, seeking sustenance and rest. This was a time for reprieve before any further activities would ensue.
Yet, in the midst of this fleeting tranquility, two gruesome events transpired simultaneously in the capital, one in the eastern district and the other in the western quarter. In a span of just fifteen minutes, two of the city's most notorious establishments, the Voluptuous Flower Buildings, were ruthlessly obliterated by an unknown and relentless force. Astonishingly, the young women who served within survived, while the rest were mercilessly slaughtered. There were no survivors among the aggressors, except for the girls themselves.
A handful of customers attempted to intervene to halt the bloodshed, but they paid the ultimate price for their courage. The discipline supervisors, responsible for the torment inflicted upon girls who resisted staying, met a fate so gruesome that words could hardly describe the depths of their suffering.
The atrocities committed by the discipline supervisors were nothing short of horrifying. In just a matter of days, they could break the spirits of innocent girls, rendering them tools for the brothel. The girls subjected to their cruel practices would emerge from the ordeal forever scarred, with any love they might have had for their own bodies shattered.
Even the most resolute and strong-willed of girls were not immune to their manipulation. These sinister men would strip them of their dignity, forcing them into a life they never chose. Thousands of men would exploit their bodies, and there were moments when the girls themselves would plead for such abuse. The discipline supervisors were the architects of this wicked transformation.
These tormentors did not wield knives or swords to claim lives; instead, they murdered the souls and dignity of these young women. Their loyalty and resilience were crushed, and the girls found themselves plunged into the abyss of their own erotic instincts. The deeds of these supervisors were nothing short of evil and despicable.
Paradoxically, brothels cherished these very discipline supervisors. A single capable supervisor could bring immense wealth to a brothel, and thus, their demand was insatiable.
The chaos that unfolded in the Voluptuous Flower Buildings was merciless. Over a dozen discipline supervisors in each establishment met a gruesome end, and their entire families were obliterated without exception. To outsiders, these families appeared as ordinary, innocent victims, unaware of their true association with malevolent individuals.
Only fellow discipline supervisors comprehended the magnitude of the horror. Fear gripped their hearts as they realized the extent of Cha Eun Xiao's cruelty.
The assassins Cha Eun Xiao had dispatched had shown no mercy. In Chen-Xing City, they eliminated every member of the Voluptuous Flower Building's staff. The ill-gotten wealth of the brothel was redistributed to the girls who had been coerced into its service, and they were swiftly returned to their homes. Finally, the buildings were set ablaze, sending flames soaring to the heavens, casting a dark shroud over half the capital.
The dual attacks in the east and west unfolded with astonishing speed, seemingly like bolts of lightning. The professionalism of the assassins was beyond belief, and once their work was complete, they vanished without a trace, as though they had never existed in the world.
In their wake, they left behind only lifeless bodies, the remnants of their ruthless efficiency. Nearby royal guards, hastily dispatched to the crime scenes, were met with a scene of unmitigated horror. The once-beautiful and opulent Voluptuous Flower Buildings had been transformed into abattoirs, the stench of blood and mutilation proving too much for some guards, who involuntarily emptied their stomachs.
The leader of the group was overcome by a sense of profound dread, muttering in disbelief, "Crazy! It's insane!"
He could not continue his thought, his senses overwhelmed by the grotesque scene. He recognized that even under the supposed justice of the son of heavens, nothing was beyond reach. Someone had dared to obliterate the palace of the king's own son. These individuals were capable of anything, even committing such audacious acts.
As the soldiers tallied the tally of the dead, another shocking report arrived, one that caused the leader to lose consciousness. "An official from the Ministry of Revenue and his entire family are dead... Another from the Ministry of Penalty... and..." The leader's vision blurred, and he fainted from the sheer magnitude of the horror.