Princesa Mercenaria

Capítulo 15

In the dark world outside the door, two cold shadows stood, and another shadow crouched on the ground. Behind these three shadows, the outline of a large car was parked.

Before Dingding could react, the two figures darted through the iron gate. A pair of strong hands grabbed her arms, and a familiar voice rang out: "It's me, Ye Xiao!"

He and Xiaozhi returned in the ambulance—Dingding excitedly handed him the umbrella and ran quickly back to the big house.

Ye Xiao, Xiao Zhi, and the wolfhound "Tian Shen" came down to the living room on the ground floor, bringing with them a cold wind and rain, and the smell of death from the hospital.

When Lin Junru and Elena saw them return, they were so frightened by the sight of the ferocious wolfhound that they immediately fled upstairs.

"Don't be afraid!" Ye Xiao, still wearing his hospital uniform, stroked "God's" head and said, "This dog won't hurt us."

"They're too timid—'God,' you just stay obediently in the living room and don't let the bad guys in!"

Xiaozhi tossed her wet hair, told her wolfhound, and then ran upstairs with Ye Xiao and Dingding.

Is Sun Zichu still alive?

X

Man in Black X.

A black hat, black glasses, a black shirt, black pants, black leather shoes, and a black night.

Standing beneath the enormous canopy, the rain formed a neat waterfall, roaring as it cascaded down in the darkness. Beyond the curtain of water, nothing could be seen except for a few rows of lights, like stars scattered across the boundless, silent city.

Some of the wind and rain stubbornly pierced through the curtain of water, rushing straight onto his expressionless face, gently drilling into the pores on his nose, making him unable to help but sneeze.

The sudden sneeze made him feel quite comical, so he burst into laughter. Accompanied by the heavy rain, he felt for the first time that he was laughing so loudly, but it quickly turned into a bitter laugh, and finally disappeared into a soft sigh.

But the pouring rain continued. He took off the sunglasses he'd been wearing for so long and leaned wearily against the wall. Everything seemed wet, seeping through his clothes and soaking his body. He pulled out a flat metal bottle, skillfully unscrewed the cap, put the bottle in his mouth, tilted his head back, and took a big gulp—it was filled with fine foreign liquor, which he usually carried with him, hidden in his clothes.

The alcohol moistened his mouth and tongue, then burned his chest through his throat, causing him to unbutton his shirt and gasp for breath.

Yes, his name is X.

This is the name he dislikes the most among his many names, yet it's also the one he uses the most.

X—but this is indeed the most fitting one, a point he himself admits. His life is an X, starting at x and ending at x.

He kept his eyes squinting, facing the misty rain, everything in front of him becoming increasingly blurry. He picked up the bottle and took another gulp, his nerves feeling slightly numb for a moment; he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Many years ago, when he was a teenager, he would often numb himself with drugs all night. Unable to continue his studies and with no other way out, he spent his days wandering the sweltering streets of the south, fists in hand and bottles of alcohol in hand. His hometown was by the sea, a notorious haven for illegal immigrants. One day, his uncle called from the other side of the Pacific Ocean, asking if he wanted to work there. A month later, his parents scraped together tens of thousands of yuan for him, and he boarded a ship bound for another world.

During his first year in Chinatown, he worked as a waiter and dishwasher in a Chinese restaurant to pay off the debts his parents had incurred for him. Immigration officials frequently came to arrest him, and he had to hide in the maze-like streets. Later, he got into a fight while drunk and ended up injuring the son of a gang leader. Naturally, he was arrested, beaten half to death, and abandoned on the streets like a stray dog. The restaurant owner dared not hire him again, and he dared not see a doctor for his injuries, hiding alone in a dilapidated house in the slums, groaning in pain.

Later, a gunfight broke out between two groups. He witnessed a black man being shot to death and left dead in the street, with no one paying attention. Before the police arrived at the scene, he secretly hid the victim's handgun. He took the gun to seek revenge, intending only to scare them and give them a good beating. However, he didn't expect fierce resistance. His gun accidentally discharged, and the bullet pierced the man's heart, ending his life.

He was quickly arrested by the police and sentenced to seventeen years in prison as an undocumented immigrant convicted of second-degree murder—a period that became his most tragic memory, including being gang-raped by a group of men. Although he managed to defeat them each time, he was outnumbered and outmatched, and even the prison guards wouldn't let him go.

Two years later, one morning, he suddenly vanished from prison—the police mobilized hundreds of officers to apprehend him, but there was no further news of him. This successful escape ushered in a different life for him and earned him the name "X." He became a professional hitman, growing increasingly ruthless and cold-blooded, killing like a machine. It was as if those who died under his gun were not lives, but merely piles of wood and liquid.

For many years, he never contacted his family back home, nor did he have any friends. He even abstained from women; no one could tempt him anymore. He always traveled the world alone, without a fixed address or means of communication, accepting orders from clients only through an email address—orders to kill.

A few months ago, he received a new order, but the content of the order was not murder.

After much hesitation, a helicopter landed him on a small island in the Atlantic Ocean, where he met...

20:40

Rainy night.

Headquarters.

Since escaping with Xiaozhi this morning, Ye Xiao had been prepared not to return alive. Now, at least he was not missing any limbs, and he felt extremely lucky.

"Sun Zichu?" Dingding frowned. "I wonder if he's dead or not."

Ye Xiao and Xiao Zhi ran up to the bedroom on the second floor and saw Sun Zichu still lying on the bed, his face as stiff as a dead man's and lifeless.

"Damn it, don't die!" Although this statement was clearly a paradox, Ye Xiao still rushed to his side and anxiously took out the serum. "I'm here to save your life!"

"Ah, the serum is here!" Lin Junru exclaimed excitedly, grabbing Sun Zichu's still-warm hand and saying, "Quickly inject him!"

Xiaozhi took out a syringe, carefully opened the serum bottle, and injected the life-saving substance into Sun Zichu's body.

"Should we fire them all in? I think he's about to die!"

"No, this amount of injection is sufficient."

After Xiaozhi finished the injection, she put away all the instruments, as if she were going to give injections to others.

"Stop arguing. Sun Zichu is a tough guy. Hopefully, he can get out of danger."

In fact, Ye Xiao himself had no idea whether this small vial of serum could save Sun Zichu's life.

Only then did Lin Junru calm down, sit on the edge of the bed, and whisper, "Thank you."

Ye Xiao felt something was off. Why was she taking care of her husband like a wife? He wondered what methods Sun Zichu had used to win her heart. When a man faces mortal danger, to have a woman by his side taking such devoted care of him makes his life worthwhile.

At this moment, the heavy rain outside the window was still pouring down, and the whole house was shrouded in the sound of rain and dampness.

Sun Zichu remained unconscious in bed, the serum flowing through his veins. Lin Junru sat by the bed, stroking his head. Elena stared absently at the television screen, which was filled with static. Dingding stood by the window, looking preoccupied. Xiaozhi, like a high school student again, retreated to the corner of the bedroom without a sound—this was originally her deceased parents' bedroom. "God" remained in the ground floor living room, faithfully fulfilling the duty of a wolfhound.

Except for Tong Jianguo, who had an injured arm, the tour group finally reunited. Ye Xiao scanned everyone's faces; although their expressions varied, they were all gripped by an apocalyptic despair.

He took a deep breath and collapsed onto the sofa in agony—not because of his physical wounds, but because of the helplessness and guilt in his heart.

He remained silent for a long time, head bowed, as the raindrops pounded heavily against the window. Suddenly, he trembled and said in a muffled voice—

"I'm sorry, I'm not the prophet Moses. I can't save you, and I can't lead you out of Egypt and across the Red Sea!"

This statement surprised everyone. How could Ye Xiao think of Moses from the Old Testament of the Bible? Elena, who had read the Bible since childhood, said softly, "Of course you are not Moses, and we are not wandering Jews."

"No! I'm so useless, I'm a complete failure! I can't save myself, and I can't save anyone else." His voice grew increasingly muffled, and he refused to lift his head. "I'm sorry!"

There was one more thing he didn't say: "Just like Xue'er who died back then, I can't even save the woman I love."

"Whether today is the end of the world or not, we can't just sit here and wait to die," Dingding coldly warned Ye Xiao, hoping he wouldn't lose faith. "You guys continue chatting, I'm so sleepy now, I'm going upstairs to rest for a bit."

After saying that, she walked out of the second-floor bedroom alone and disappeared from everyone's sight, no longer wanting to ask about Ye Xiao's injuries.

Dingding's departure made the atmosphere even more awkward. After a half-minute silence, Lin Junru stood up from the bedside and stared at Xiaozhi, who was huddled in the corner: "Why haven't you said anything?"

The twenty-year-old girl answered timidly, "What can I say?"

However, even Ye Xiao felt a little disgusted by Xiaozhi's current expression. How did she go from a sexy schoolgirl in a uniform to a well-behaved little girl next door in the blink of an eye?

"Everything here is too suspicious. Did you see the TV just now? Tong Jianguo was absolutely right. The key among us is you!" Lin Junru became more and more angry as she spoke, as if Sun Zichu had been poisoned by Xiaozhi. "Little girl, please stop pretending to be innocent! I can imagine the face behind your back—or it might be even more terrifying than I imagine!"

Xiaozhi then raised her head and calmly replied, "Do you all hate me? Do you resent me?"

“Yes, at least that’s what I think. Please tell us immediately, who exactly are you?” Lin Junru had barely finished speaking when, before Xiaozhi could answer, she turned to Ye Xiao and said, “You should stop protecting her, although I thank you for bringing back the life-saving serum.”

As for how she obtained the bottle of blood disinfectant from Tong Jianguo, she didn't have time to find out.

"I—" Ye Xiao walked angrily to the window, deliberately distancing himself from Xiao Zhi, "Please don't look at me like that!"

Lin Junru nodded and moved closer to Xiaozhi. Now that Ye Xiao was no longer obstructing her, she could interrogate her without any scruples. "Tell me the truth quickly! Who exactly are you?"

“Ouyang Xiaozhi”.

"I don't care if this name is real or fake, where did you come from? And how did you end up in this city?"

However, she stubbornly raised her head and remained silent.

The interrogation continued relentlessly: "What happened during the 'Great Empty City Night' a year ago?"

Ye Xiao and Elena fell silent. Xiao Zhi remained silent for several minutes before letting out a soft sigh, "No, I can't say."

"Damn it! Tell me!"

"The Night of the Empty City - This is a secret that cannot be told."

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A secret that cannot be told.

But on this night of doomsday, everything can be said, and there will be no more secrets.

Including Yu Ling, who was locked in the secret room. She was still lying on that large sofa, bathed in white light, with a steaming lunchbox on the floor—the enticing aroma slowly wafted out, causing her to twitch her nostrils and open her eyes with a deep breath.

She woke up.

She didn't remember how long she had slept, but her hands and feet had regained strength, and she could walk on her own. She pushed the iron door of the room, but it was surprisingly sturdy. She pounded on the door harder, but there was still no response.

I turned around and saw the lunchbox. When I opened it, I found fresh food inside, and my mouth watered immediately. I had been eating vacuum-packed food for a week, so this fresh meal was like a delicacy.

Although her first thought was whether it was poisonous, Yu Ling couldn't care less. Her stomach was already rumbling, so she grabbed the lunchbox and spoon and started eating.

In no time at all, the food was gone, and before he could even wipe the grease from his mouth, he sat down on the sofa, rubbed his stomach, and sighed sadly, "Why can't I continue to suffer?"

"No, this is not your destiny."

The iron gate suddenly opened, and a man's voice rang out, still in standard Northern Thai.

It's him again! That mysterious man in his early fifties, with jet-black hair and bright eyes, actually claims to be her father.

"You—why are you here again?" But Yu Ling knew he wouldn't answer that question, so she could only ask with a wry smile, "Then what exactly is my fate?"

You will find happiness.

“I don’t believe it. I’m just an orphan without parents, growing up in a mountain village. No one cares for me or loves me. After finishing middle school, I could only go to the city to work. Because I had studied Chinese, I became a tour guide. I don’t have money to buy nice clothes or live in a nice house. The tips I get from tourists are used to pay off debts for the people in the village. This is how my life is going to be. If I can marry a good man, that will be my greatest luck.”

The mysterious man walked up to her, looked at the lunchbox on the ground, and his tone softened considerably: "How's dinner?"

She nodded timidly and said, "Thank you."

“Yu Ling, please listen to me—” He gently sat down beside her, looking directly into her eyes, “because your life was given to you by me, so I know what your destiny is.”

"No, I don't have a father, I won't believe you."

She stubbornly turned her head away, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

"Everyone has their own father and mother, and you are no exception. So please tell me, who is your father?"

He died before I was born.

"Look me in the eyes!" he commanded again, forcing Yu Ling to turn around. "Your father is not dead; he is sitting right in front of you."

She dared not speak anymore, but her gaze remained fixed, noticing something flickering in the other person's eyes.

The mysterious man reached out and stroked her hair: "I'm sorry, my daughter, it's been so many years since you last met me. I didn't want it to be this way either, but it's fate that we can't defy. Your father and mother are both remarkable people—especially your mother."

"Her name is Lana."

“Yes, she was the last princess of the Rakshasa Kingdom.” His eyes gleamed, but then he sighed sadly. “And what about your father? You must be very curious about your origins!”

"What good will knowing do?"