" Tsk... how touching." Christopher Carter let out a faint sigh. "Came all the way back from abroad just to see your daughter?"

The man was taken aback; this rough gangster seemed to have a delicate mind that didn't match his appearance. He kept his mouth shut and didn't answer.

"Pity the hearts of parents everywhere. Your daughter might not be as filial as you think." Christopher Carter stood up and said calmly, "Ethan Grant, check his phone and call his daughter. In the contacts, it's usually something like 'baby' or 'sweetie.'"

The man's hands and feet went cold as he watched the crew-cut guy dial the number labeled "Baby" on his phone.

"Dad!" A clear, bright female voice came from the other end of the line. "You're back?"

"Nice voice too..." Christopher Carter muttered, taking the phone from Ethan Grant's hand and said coldly, "Little girl, your father is in our hands. If you want him to live..."

"Who are you people! Let my dad go!"

"Oh, just someone who wants to make him my father-in-law."

"I'm calling the police!"

"Oh, then you can go fish a corpse out of the Han River tomorrow morning."

There was silence on the other end. After a while, she said, "Where are you?"

"Such fatherly love and filial piety, truly moving..."

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Half an hour later, Christopher Carter squinted as he sized up the girl in front of him.

The girl looked about eighteen or nineteen, around 1.6 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure, dressed in a pure white dress, fresh and lovely. But her eyes were filled with deep anger and hatred, giving her a hint of masculinity.

Her father had already been forcibly taken away—supposedly for medical treatment, but in reality, she was left alone in the room to face Christopher Carter.

"In person, you're even prettier than in the photos. The photos make your mouth look a bit big." Christopher Carter said with a grin.

"I wish it were even bigger, so I could bite off the head of scum like you in one go!" the girl snapped angrily. Christopher Carter listened with a smile, finding her a bit cute instead.

"Eighteen or nineteen, right? Which university do you go to?" Christopher Carter poured her a drink and smiled. "Don't be fooled by my roughness, I actually respect scholars. Come on, have a little drink..."

The girl said nothing, not even bothering to acknowledge him.

"Why bother? Do you really want me to just pounce on you and take off my pants?" Christopher Carter sneered.

The girl bit her lower lip and finally replied coldly, "I'm not a student."

"Huh?" Christopher Carter was a bit surprised. "You look like a student no matter how I look at you. So what do you do?"

"Singer."

"Pfft..." Christopher Carter let out a sneer full of hidden meaning. "I thought you were so pure..."

The girl retorted angrily, "What's wrong with being a singer? Is that something someone like you can mock?"

"Alright, alright..." Christopher Carter clearly didn't want to argue with her, pressing his palm down and smiling. "Fine, I like music too. We play it in our club every day. Maybe I've heard your songs?"

The girl turned her head away, ignoring him. She didn't feel there was anything to be proud of if someone like him had heard her songs.

"Here, for example, this one—I really like it!" Christopher Carter twisted his hands and, in a raspy voice, started singing: "loveydovelylovey, oh oh oh oh~"

The girl resisted the urge to throw her drink in his face and snapped, "Stop singing! You're desecrating their music!"

"Oh..." Christopher Carter stopped singing indifferently. "Not your song?"

"T-ara, 'Loveydovey.'"

"Oh, how about this one?" Christopher Carter started again: "crycrycan'tyouseethemusic..."

A vein throbbed on the girl's forehead. "T-ara, 'Crycry.'"

"And this one? Rolypoly, Rolyrolypoly..."

The girl silently mourned for her seniors and replied weakly, "T-ara, 'Rolypoly.'"

"Damn, are you saying all the songs I've liked these past few years were sung by the same person?"

"...They're a group. The group's name is T-ara."

"And you?"

The girl fell silent again.

"Keep giving me that attitude and I'll have your dad thrown into a cesspit."

The girl turned to glare at him, enunciating each word: "My name is Emily Green! When you're being skinned and flayed by the King of Hell, don't forget it!"

Chapter Two: The Beginning of Chaos

"Whether I'll be skinned and flayed by the King of Hell in the future, I don't know. But you getting stripped by me is definitely going to happen." Christopher Carter leisurely sipped his drink, speaking smoothly. The girl's pretty face flushed bright red as she glared at him fiercely, but she knew there was nothing she could do...

Gangsters? Why does such filth exist in this world...

Christopher Carter finally finished his drink slowly, stretched lazily, and stood up, moving directly in front of Emily Green.

Emily Green suddenly realized how tall this man was—at least twenty centimeters taller than her. Standing in front of her, looking down, he exuded a crushing sense of oppression without even saying a word, making her unconsciously take a step back.

Christopher Carter immediately stepped forward as well.

Emily Green suddenly sensed that something was about to happen... She was going to be raped... by a gangster.

A trace of panic and fear finally appeared on her face.

Christopher Carter looked down at her with great interest and suddenly said, "Didn't expect it—you've got some real nerves."