"Ah~"
The girl stumbled and fell onto the carpet.
Immediately, a stream of eye-watering yellow liquid flowed from under her short skirt.
Hearing the noise, the beer-bellied men turned and looked at my bloodied face, questioning, "Who are you…? I don't remember seeing you before."
Their clumsy Chinese was understandable.
From their arrogant demeanor, I confirmed that this was the short-lived general I was about to kill.
Judging by his tone, it was clear that the Fujian boss I killed had delivered women to them more than once, which explained why the strategist wanted to eliminate him.
It wasn't about the strategist being righteous; it was because this general had interfered with his vast interests.
Internal power struggles were like dogs fighting over bones—whether it was women, money, or status.
It's the same everywhere, for those who understand.
Putting on a sorrowful face, I pretended to plead, "General, we lost several beauties on the way here. My boss and brothers were also taken out. You must avenge us, or I won't be able to deliver goods in the future."
"Damn it, that little bastard is trying to mess with me…" The beer-bellied general erupted in anger.
Seeing our blood-soaked appearance, he hesitated before saying, "Rest for now. I'll check the goods. To prevent an ambush in the woods, we'll send you off at dawn."
"Thank you, General." I clutched my chest and feigned a painful walk to the leather sofa.
"!!!"
Ah Mao and Ah Ding were stunned.
Seeing my "superb" acting skills and how we managed to pass through, they mimicked my limp and sat beside me with pale faces.
It wasn't my acting skills but the layers of security that had made the general feel safe.
Besides, we didn't look like soldiers from the strategist's unit.
As long as Ah Mao and Ah Ding kept quiet, no one would recognize them as locals.
That's also why Ace's henchmen had dirtied us up; they looked horrid enough.
Their naked and depraved appearance was too much to bear; one more look and I'd puke.
I diverted my gaze to the open window, trying to confirm if there were any soldiers patrolling outside the villa.
The wall outside seemed at least two meters high, but that height was nothing to me. It actually helped keep the patrol outside from seeing inside and rushing in to assist.
"Whimper, I want to go home. I don't want to make money here. Boss, let me go home!"
The women on the ground wailed as they crawled up, trying to rush out the door.
"You bitch, trying to run? Tie her up!" The beer-bellied general grabbed a woman's long hair, throwing her to the ground with a curse.
Dazed from the fall, the woman lay still, not daring to move again.
The others who had started to get up stopped crying immediately and just sat on the carpet, weeping helplessly.
They had never seen such brutality back home. It was too late for regrets now.
Their fate was sealed.
To prevent further harm, I immediately got up and slapped the woman trying to get up again.
"Goddammit, I told you to listen. Serve the general well, and you'll be rewarded. Do you really want to be thrown into the river to feed the fish?"
It looked like I had slapped her hard to the ground, but in reality, I had used no force, only pushing her down with momentum.
Unless it was life or death, I couldn't bring myself to harm them.
In fact, I wanted to find a chance to rescue them.
But if anyone among them resisted to the end without understanding the situation, I couldn't help.
Surprisingly, my slap had an immediate effect, and they instantly became docile.
In truth, it was because I had killed the snakehead delivering them that they feared me.
Seeing them calm down, the beer-bellied general's anger subsided a bit. "How many women died?"
Gritting my teeth, I said, "There were 21 in total; we lost 6 on the way and 2 more in the ambush. General, you must avenge us. I want to kill that person myself, or I won't be able to swallow this anger."
Waving his hand impatiently, he said, "I understand. Leave it to me. You just deliver the goods. I'll reward you after I check them."
"Understood. Thank you, General." I coughed dryly, clutching my chest, and sat back down on the sofa.
…Ah Mao and Ah Ding were wide-eyed at this scene.
Once seated, I covered my mouth, pretending to cough severely.
As they inspected the 13 weeping women, I whispered to Ah Mao, "No soldiers outside. Did you spot any hidden sentries?"
Ah Mao rubbed his leg and whispered like a mosquito, "No."
If he said there were none, then there probably weren't.
I had kept these people occupied and attracted their attention, so Ah Mao and Ah Ding must have observed carefully.
Now, only the possibility of soldiers or bodyguards hidden inside the villa remained.
I dared not act rashly, fearing the soldiers outside might rush in and turn me into a sieve.
Getting shot dead on the spot would be better than being tortured…
Just thinking about that so-called Russian human roulette made me shiver.
Tied up and spun around was bad enough, but being violated was pure evil.
The fruits like strawberries and grapes scattered on the ground were actually meant to be stuffed inside the women and then broken.
These animals took turns, assaulting them until everything burst inside…
This is the infamous "deep water bomb" you read about online, truly unspeakable.
"Check the goods, check the goods, hahaha! This one's got a big chest, let's focus on her later!" A bodyguard with a Chinese accent laughed lecherously, grabbing a voluptuous woman.
The beer-bellied general wasn't idle either; he stripped the prettiest woman and started "inspecting the goods" on the spot.
"Any virgins in this batch?" He suddenly glared at me mid-grope, his expression fierce.
Damn, this question stumped me. How would I know if there were any virgins?
No one told me about these women's backgrounds before we came…
It's an unwritten rule here that each new batch of women is examined and screened by doctors, then sent to different places based on their qualities.
The most beautiful ones are reserved for warlords.
Disobedient women are brutally killed on the spot, meeting a tragic end.
Pretty and obedient women, at least, won't be abused.
Especially in warlord-protected scam compounds, soldiers come and play with women for free every few days.
These women are perks from warlords to their subordinates.
They're kept in large warehouses with rows of wooden beds, each holding three or four naked women, their heads and hands locked to prevent movement.
The devices are like ancient wooden stocks used to restrain prisoners.
Hundreds of soldiers queue outside to take turns assaulting them.
After rounds of abuse, the bodies are left in a bloody mess, completely cold.
Such atrocities are shocking, even Heaven would weep.