1168: You are my master.

You are my master.

Even though Lisa was not the strongest, as a fighter, she was definitely the best.2

After all, who would raise their guard up around a little girl?

Therefore, she had never once failed any of her missions.

For someone who had fought to be the last one standing among five hundred children, she definitely had an unimaginable amount of willpower and combat power.

Gong Jie smiled as he lowered his head and spoke to the little girl. "Lisa, from now on, he will be your master. You must follow his every word and shall not betray or abandon him. Protect him with your life!"

"Yes!"

The girl turned her gaze onto Youyou and repeated the man's words in an emotionless voice, "From now on, you are Lisa's master. I will protect you with my life and be loyal to you. I shall not betray or abandon you!"

The boy was stunned yet still found it strange.

As someone 'male', it was weird to be protected by someone female, and a young one to boot.

"Well? Are you pleased with my father's gift?" asked the man smilingly.

The little lad stood up slowly, facing the little girl.

She looked at him straight on.

Probably due to him growing at a slower rate, this girl was actually half a head taller than him.

He looked at her deeply in the eyes before he smiled and stretched out his hand elegantly. "Please give me a lot of guidance in the future."

The little girl looked at his outstretched hand expressionlessly before reaching out rigidly and shaking it firmly.

His complexion changed to a frown as he felt pain from his hand.

This little girl's strength was d*mn powerful!

Gong Jie was amused by his expression. "My baby, this little girl's strong, so please don't hurt your hand! Lisa, why aren't you letting go yet?"

The girl hurriedly released her grip.

Youyou's hand was freed, yet he was shocked to see it extremely pale, as though there were no blood circulating through it.

Lisa was an assassin who had undergone hellish training. Having grown up in a killing field, all she had seen was never-ending flow of fresh blood and slaughter every time she opened her eyes. Instead of calling her an assassin, perhaps describing her as a killing machine would be more accurate!

It seemed as though she did not have many emotions or desires.

She did not know that she should smile if she was happy.

She did not know that she should cry if she was sad.

No smiles, no tears… She knew nothing about human emotions. She only knew how to kill someone in the most accurate way possible.

Thus, there was never a smile or tear on her face. She was expressionless.

Just like a machine.

It was because of her cold personality that made her more than suitable to be among the suicide fighters.

The so-called 'suicide fighters' referred to bodyguards in the past who would sacrifice their lives for the rich in exchange for wealth and rank or to pay a debt of gratitude.

The boy had never seen a child like this—someone who did not have a spark of life in her.

"How old is she?"

The man raised a brow and nibbled on his lower lip. "I am unsure. When she was sent over, she didn't have a name; in fact, no one knows how old she is. She only had a code name. 'Lisa' is the name I gave her."

He hesitated for a moment before saying, "She should be about eight or nine years old."

Youyou's brows furrowed.

Li Hanlin suddenly walked to his side. In a low voice, he said, "Sir, the technical team has just retrieved an email. Would you like to see it?"

"Okay. Send it to my email!"

He walked to the front of his office desk and opened his email account. The email was sent over in an instant.

There were two photos.

In them was a boy hanging suspended by his bound hands.

His body was covered in wounds and stained with blood.

With fresh blood still dripping, the scene was terrifying.

Youyou held his breath. With one glance, he could recognize that the child in the photos was Mu Yichen!

What happened?

Why was he…

Could it be…

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