HCB Chapter 679 Angels Are Always Watching You
Chapter 679 Angels Are Always Watching You
“I know you, you are Jill’s father.”
The muscular man opened his mouth, his voice neither male nor female, devoid of any inflection.
Old Man Gil swallowed hard, his throat tightening, and he instinctively shrank back, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes nervously.
"I am...and who are you?"
“I am an angel sent by John, the God of Light. I will not tell you my name.”
The muscular, luminous figure stopped and stood in front of Old Man Gil, looking down at him. Although it had no facial features, Old Man Gil could feel the scrutinizing gaze that made him extremely uncomfortable.
“I’ve heard that you particularly enjoy beating your daughter Jill.”
The muscular man's voice remained calm and unmoved.
"Is this correct?"
When Old Man Gil heard this, his throat tightened, and he couldn't speak for a long time.
The being before him, who claimed to be an angel, had no facial features, but he could sense that the other party wasn't there to have a proper discussion with him. The invisible pressure made him feel uneasy.
He pondered in his mind how to explain himself in a way that would get him past this "angel" and make him let it go.
"This... is just a means of education."
He hesitated before speaking, his voice trembling slightly.
“As a father, when my child is disobedient, always naughty, and running around everywhere, this is the only way I can correct her behavior… and then have her do some chores around the house to lighten the burden.”
The muscular man lowered his head, and Old Man Gil could feel that the other's "gaze" was on him, carrying a suffocating pressure.
His heart pounded wildly, as if it would jump out of his throat, and his palms were sweating profusely.
"Oh, you think hitting can educate children, then I'll go with your idea for now."
Old Man Jill breathed a sigh of relief, the weight on his chest seeming to lighten a little. He was about to say something more, such as that he was also doing it for the child's good, when the muscular man's voice rang out again, still calm, but making Old Man Jill feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave:
"Since that's what you think, then even if I disagree with you, I can change your mind by hitting you."
Old Man Jill's face turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color.
Looking at the muscular man's solid muscles, his arms thicker than his own thighs, a wave of fear washed over him, almost overwhelming him.
He waved his hands and shook his head hurriedly, his voice trembling with tears:
"No, no, no... Your Highness, this method is only suitable for children... Children are young and don't understand. A beating will teach them a lesson. Adults are different; adults have their own ideas..."
"You mean all you do is hit children?"
The muscular man ripped off his white vest and tore it in half with a "rip," then threw it on the ground.
His exposed upper body muscles were even more prominent, each one like a lump of iron, gleaming with a faint white light.
"You've served in the military too, you should understand that you can only become stronger by challenging the strong."
As Muscular Light Man spoke, he reached out a hand and grabbed Old Man Gil's arm.
The hand was warm and strong, but it squeezed Jill's arm so hard it hurt.
"Like me."
Old Man Gil was pulled so hard he almost fell over.
He struggled desperately, kicking and flailing his arms and legs, repeatedly begging for mercy:
"My angel, I was wrong. I'll never do it again. I promise I won't hit Gil anymore..."
But the muscular man was incredibly strong, and his resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely futile.
That hand gripped him like an iron clamp, making him unable to move.
"Come on, let's go inside and wrestle."
The muscular man dragged old man Gil towards the silver-white door.
Old Man Gil's feet left long tracks on the ground, his shoes were almost worn out, his body was being dragged and it ached, his bones felt like they were about to fall apart, but he had no chance to resist.
He could feel the air around him become heavy, making it hard for him to breathe.
With a bang, the door slammed shut, cutting off the outside light.
The room was pitch black, with only the white light emanating from the muscle-bound man illuminating a small area.
Immediately afterwards, various strange sounds came from the room: the dull thud of fists hitting flesh, Old Man Jill's wails and pleas for mercy, and the deep shouts of the Muscular Lightman.
"Come!"
"German chicken burger!"
"Peerless Giant Cucumber!"
These strange words echoed in the room. Old Man Jill couldn't understand what they meant at all; he only knew that he had been beaten badly.
The muscular man's fists were heavy and hard; each punch felt like being hit by a stone, causing him to grimace and shed tears.
He tried to curl up, but the muscular man held him down firmly, making it impossible for him to move.
After an unknown amount of time, the sounds in the room gradually subsided.
Old Man Gil lay on the ground, his whole body aching, as if he were falling apart, and he didn't have the strength to move a single finger.
His face was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes were almost closed, his mouth was full of blood, and blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The muscular man straddled him, slapping him repeatedly across the face with both hands. The crisp, loud slaps were particularly jarring in the quiet room.
Old Man Jill's mind was hazy and his consciousness was somewhat blurred. He only had one thought left: to beg for mercy and make the other party stop.
“I…I was wrong!”
Taking advantage of the brief pause in the muscular man's voice, he used his last bit of strength to speak, his voice weak, thick with nasal tone and a sob.
"I know... hitting children is wrong, please forgive me! I'll never hit them again!"
"Hmm? You know you were wrong?"
The muscular man stopped moving, still straddling him, and the oppressive feeling did not diminish at all.
"I know, I know."
Old Man Gil quickly agreed, nodding vigorously as if afraid the other party would make another move.
"I'll never hit Jill again, never again! I'll treat her well, make her do less work, and let her rest more..."
“Gill and the other kids are all good kids.”
Muscular Light Man's voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.
“I have been commanded by John, the God of Light, to protect and guide them. If you strike her again, you will be severely punished, do you understand?”
"I understand, I understand."
Old Man Gil nodded repeatedly, tears and sweat mingling as they streamed down his face and dripped onto the ground.
"I promise I'll never hit her again. I'll treat her well, cherish her like a treasure, and never scold her or force her to do chores again..."
"It's a word."
After the Muscle Light Man finished speaking, his body and the surrounding environment gradually became transparent and finally disappeared completely.
The darkness in the room faded away, and Old Man Jill felt a lightness in his body before falling into boundless darkness and losing consciousness.
"what!"
Old Man Gil suddenly sat up in bed, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath. Cold sweat covered his forehead and streamed down his face, soaking his pillowcase.
He was panting heavily, his eyes filled with terror. It took him a long time to recover, his heart still pounding wildly as if it were about to burst out of his chest.
He turned to look out the window. The night sky was pitch black, with only a few stars hanging in the sky, emitting a faint light.
On the bed next to her, his wife was still fast asleep, breathing evenly, with a hint of fatigue on her face.
"Phew...it was just a dream, that scared me to death."
He patted his chest, trying to calm his wildly beating heart. The scene in the dream was too real; the oppressive feeling of the muscular figures, the pain of being beaten, and the deep-seated fear were all still vividly etched in his mind, as if it had just happened.
He secretly rejoiced that it was just a dream; if it had actually happened, he certainly wouldn't have survived.
He tried to get up by supporting himself on the edge of the bed and drink some water to calm himself down, but his hand accidentally bumped into the cabinet next to him.
He sensed something on the cabinet, a thin piece.
A thought struck him, his nerves tensed instantly, and he shakily reached out and took it.
It was a slip of paper, the paper was rough, but it was very flat.
Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the words on the note, written in neat black ink.
Old Man Jill took a closer look, and the contents made him freeze, his blood seemed to freeze, and the note in his hand fell to the ground.
"Angels are always watching over you!"