Chapter 75 - I give up

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

BMW is speeding along the road. Dorra was cursing and scolding at first. After a while, she feels tired and stops finally. She takes out a box of cigarette from her bag and lights one. I give her a cold look and take the cigarette away from her lips. She gives me a fierce look, takes out another cigarette and puts it in mouth, and I take it away again.

She finally gets angry, shouts loudly, and jumps over me like a little wolf. I grab the steering wheel with one hand, block her at will with another hand, and push her back to seat with a little effort.

“Young girl, don’t smoke.” I say to her coldly. Her face is turning pale with anger and she trying to open the car door. But I’ve locked the door so that I don’t worry about her jumping out. Looking at her trying in vain for a long time, I coldly say: “Don’t waste your spirit, just be quiet!”

She’s finally discouraged, leaning back in the seat in frustration, gasping for a moment, and staring at me again: “Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Chen Yang.” I say lightly, “Your father is my brother. He entrusted me to take care of you here.”

“That son of a bitch is your elder brother?” She looks scornful, “So you are my uncle?”

I turn to her, say in a serious voice: “First, I’m not your uncle, I just take your father as a big brother. But there is no blood relationship between us. Second, you do need to remember,” I stare at her eyes, “If you call him a son of a bitch again, or if you insult him in any word, I promise you will regret for it! No one can insult him in front of me. Include you!”

My ferocious eyes probably frighten her. Nevertheless, this young girl refuses to be so easy to be soft, and she still pretends to be stubborn: “Damn it! I’m not scared!”

I ignore her and keep driving to the direction of her home.

She has a small house in the west of the city, which her mother and grandmother left behind. But she mainly lives in the school, so the house is empty in the most of the time.

She stops talking, but when I drive to her the district of her home, her face suddenly changes again: “How do you know my address here?”

I smile and point at my own head with my fingers: “Use your brain, little girl! I know your father. I of course got all the information from him!”

She’s shrinking back and turning her eyes: “But how do I know what you’re saying is true or false? You said you were sent by that bastard. What evidence do you have?”

Without saying a word, I look at her coldly for a few seconds. Then I push the door and get out of the car. I pull the door of her side open and grab her out of the car, put her on the car body with her back to me. Then I lift my hand and hit hard on her ass!

I hit her hard for more than a dozen times and she’s screaming in pain. I just let go of her and stare at her sideways: “I’ve warned you not to say that to your father!”

Her face is white with anger, and she’s covering her buttocks with pain, looking at me with hate: “You! Don’t you dare to hit me! No one dares to hit me like that!”

Seeing her wants to rush up again, I say coldly: “If you still mess up, I’ll hit you again! Do you believe it or not?”

She’s rolling her eyes, suddenly pointing my back, face showing surprise: “Ah! Police! Help!”

Then she’s turning around and trying to run. It’s a pity that I catch her in less than ten steps and then carry her up again. She’s trying to scratch and hit me and screaming for help.

This girl is screaming in nonsense in a hurry. First is crying for help, then she is yelling of “Rape!”, “Catch this hooligan!” and something else.

It’s the daytime, not the weekend. There isn’t anyone in the residential area. But if she is keeping screaming so loudly, I’m afraid it will cause some troubles. I take out a pack of paper towels from my pocket and put them into her mouth, block this little girl’s mouth immediately. Then I carry her on my back to the fourth floor.

I find the key in her pocket, open the door and go in. Then I put her down, lock the door with my back hand, and put the key in my pocket.

As soon as she is laid down by me, she takes out the paper towel in her mouth, coughing and retching for a while, staring at me angrily, then suddenly running into the kitchen and rushing out towards me with a kitchen knife.

I shake my head, without waiting for her to come, I slightly chop her arm with one hand. Her hand is numb, and the kitchen knife has been snatched by me. I throw the knife casually on the table, and continue to look at her with a mocking smile.

The girl is stunned. She sees the knife in her hand don’t know how it just comes to my hand. She may be a little unresponsive. Then she is screaming, turning around, running into the room and slamming the door shut.

I’m not worrying at all. I slowly walk to the door, take out the keys in my pocket, just have tried twice and find the right key of this room. I easily open the door. She is sitting in the corner of the room, holding an air conditioning remote controller in her hand. When I come in, she’s screaming again.

I sigh: “Have you finished?”

“Don’t come here!” It looks like she is almost crying.

“I won’t do anything bad with you.” I curl my lips and look at the controller she is holding tightly, I can’t help laughing, “Can’t you find something else as a weapon?”

She draws a long face: “I couldn’t find.”

I am amused, shaking my head and approaching her: “I won’t do anything bad to you. Shall we go out and have a good talk?”

After that, I put my hand in front of her. She seems to hesitate for a moment, finally throws the controller away, and stands up.

I am relieved. The girl’s attitude is finally relaxing a little.

But at this moment, I vaguely see a strange look in her eyes! Then I just feel a pain in my waist, as if I have been hit hard by something! Half of my body is numb, and the whole body is falling down!

She’s shouting, coming up and kicking me in the waist, then quickly stepping over me and rushing to the door. I just see that this girl is holding a miniature electric shock in her hand! That’s the kind of electric baton used by foreign women to prevent the pervert!

FXXX! I was attacked by this little girl!

I take a deep breath. Although half of my body is numb, I’m still struggling to get up, and then I hasten out of the door. I see she is panicky searching a small box on the living room table, turning out a bunch of spare keys and running to the door. Seeing me running out, she’s crying out in horror, desperately trying to insert them into the key hole. But the more anxious she is, the more she can’t locate it.

I go and drag her over. She knows she is not as strong as me, simply stops resisting, just leting me drag her onto the sofa to sit down, looking up at me.

Then two of us, one big and one small, one sitting and one standing, staring at each other for a long time. She’s suddenly saying in a strange tone: “Hello! Aren’t you trying to rape me? Why haven’t you started yet?”

Then she’s closing her eyes and crying out: “Come on! I can’t resist you, I can’t beat you, so I just take it to be overwhelmed by a ghost!”

I am so angry that I almost can’t help slapping her face, and I say patiently: “Who the fuck wants to rape you?” I’m staring at her but too angry to laugh: “I repeat, I know your father, so by his entrust to look after you, that’s all!”

“That’s all?” Suddenly she’a jumping up and pointing to my nose, “How many times have you held me and touched my ass! Isn’t it rude to me?”

I’m immediately retorting: “Just you? A little child, I am not interested in you!”

Hearing this, she is screaming again and shouting: “You say I am a little child? I… I kill you!”

Before she can punch, I have pushed her back again, drag a chair to sit in front of her. “I’ll fight with you later if you want. Can we have a talk now?”

I take out an envelope from my pocket with her picture and a bank card: “These are from your father. Is this your picture?” I intentionally squint at her and smack my lips: “Well, how come such a pretty girl make herself like a ghost?”

She’s immediately retorting: “Bah! What do you know? It’s the personality!”

I stare at her explosive head: “Personality? The head looks like been struck by thunder is called personality?”

“You country bumpkin, I don’t bother to talk to you.” She leans over.

I don’t care about her attitude, pointing to the bank card on the table: “There is a million here, which your father gave me, and these are specially prepared for you.”

Her eyes are lighting up: “One million?” Then she’s reaching for the bank card, but I have already taken it back: “… But considering my preliminary knowledge of you today, I doubt you have the ability to use the money correctly. So, I’ll take care of it for you, as your father intended.”

Her face is swelling with anger: “What for?! Why I need to listen to you for everything?”

“Because I am stronger and tougher than you, you can only listen to me.” I say to her lightly, “Is there any question?”

She’s sighing finally. This time it seems that she is really admiting defeat.

“No more… I give up! All right?”