Miss, Take Responsibility for Me

"What should we do?" The little girl's words were interrupted by a rush of chaotic footsteps. Three burly men in black, clad in stout boots and armed with guns, charged into this dead-end alley, each of them carrying an intense murderous intent.

"Where did they go?" The tone of the three was filled with anger and irritability.

"They clearly ran in this direction."

The rain intensified. The three men stood silently for a while in the rain, then the leader kicked away a rusty oil drum in the alley, "Search!"

At his command, everyone started to search the narrow alley.

Nervous...

The boy was somewhat stiff, his grip around the little girl tightening to the point of leaving her breathless.

"Pat... "

"Pat..."

The searching footsteps grew closer and closer, the boy's grip becoming even stiffer, he even tempered his breathing to be exceptionally light and careful.

Little girl, "..."

They seemed to be bad people. If they didn't think of a way out soon, they would definitely be discovered, she thought. Trapped in this dead-end, they had nowhere to run.

"Pat…" Closer, it got closer.

They were only a few meters away from being discovered. The little girl turned her head to look at the teenager behind her who remained unmoved, perhaps he too didn't know what he should do right now.

They were in a dead-end, unless they could sprout wings and fly away, they were trapped without any escape route.

The little girl furrowed her brow slightly, "..."

She took a deep breath and violently pushed away the boy's hand and ran out. She was so fast, the boy could not stop her.

As the girl ran, a bullet zoomed straight towards her. The bullet, slowed by air resistance, didn't completely shatter her little arm but lodged deeply into her flesh. Her blood burst into the air like a water lily in bloom as the bullet made impact. The little girl grunted and fell forward, unconscious.

The boy gasped, "..."

He wanted to rush over, but he stopped, quietly standing in his place, watching the girl lie within the heavy rain.

"What was that?" Upon hearing the faint gunshot, the rest of the men in black came over. They appeared angry when they saw that the person they shot was not their target, but a little girl.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was that man," the man who took the shot became flustered.

"We told you not to escalate matters, now you injured someone else. If this gets out, RC's Blaiz won't let us off the hook, he's really crafty."

"What should we do now?"

One of the men in black suggested, "Bury her."

The boy's heart jumped, and he was about to rush out to intervene when a silver car charged into the narrow alley like a cheetah, injuring one of the men in black. Before they could react, the silver car door opened and a long-haired man in a white robe dashed out, taking down the other two with a German Wild Bull assault rifle.

After the gunfire, a deathly silence filled the space.

"Young Master! I apologize for my late arrival!" The long-haired man knelt on one knee, treating the blond boy with utmost respect. No one would be able to tell that just minutes ago, this man had emotionlessly blown up three people's heads with an assault rifle.

"Quickly, get her to the hospital!!" The boy did not respond to the man's words, rushing towards the little girl to pick her up from the ground. His right hand was already a bloody mess, her small face as pale as a sheet.

Had it not been for her, those people might have found him already.

The man in the white robe quickly left with the girl.

Like a flash of lightning, the white car departed just as swiftly as it had arrived, leaving behind the tranquility of three dead bodies lying in the rain.

...

"Young Master! Your grandfather found out about the attempt on your life, he's livid, Sir. He's asking how you want to deal with those people?"

"Young Master, Miss Lina called, asking after you."

"Young Master! What should we do with Stephanie's plot of land?"

"Young Master..."

"Young Master!"

...

After Qi Xin was admitted to the hospital, Diers casually found a high-end ward that had a bathroom. He took a hot shower and just as he was dressing up and about open the door of the room, a large group of people who had been waiting for a long time, greeted him in American English with 'Young Master', frustrating him to no end.

"Shut up!!" The boy roared in anger, pushing his way past the group of annoying people and dashed towards the room next door.

When he entered to take a shower, the girl had just finished surgery. Her tiny body sunk deep into the white sheets, as if she would soon be swallowed up by the whiteness. Her long eyelashes in contrast with her nearly transparent, pale skin made her look like a delicate porcelain doll crafted by an artist. A doll on the brink of being taken away from this place by God.

However, when Diers came out, the hospital room was eerily vacant. Only the folded blanket and creased pillow indicated that a person—a little girl who'd been injured and unconscious—had been lying there just a while ago.

Diers turned his head abruptly to look at the people behind him. A crowd of people were looking at the boy with faces as innocent as his own.

No way! They'd just...

Only a few minutes ago, they'd seen a girl sleeping here. The girl was unconscious, and the doctor had confidently said that the girl would not wake up at least until the next morning. But now...

Why was she gone now?

How did this happen?

"Where is she?", Diers suppressed his rising temper, asking each word with more patience than ever.

The nurses, along with Diers' bodyguards and all his subordinates, looked at each other in confusion. They couldn't utter a single word, "..."

Where is she?

They wanted to ask the same question.

"Where is she??", Diers roared again. His voice echoed down the long corridor, deafeningly loud.

"Your subordinate... your subordinate will look for her immediately!!"

"If you can't find her, you'll all jump from this building!!" said the trembling boy as he walked to the window, looking out at the pouring rain.

With the rain so heavy, where could a child who had just lost her parents and had been severely injured go?