His Five Little Rascals

In the dimly lit basement of the Davis family villa, Monica Davis, eight months pregnant, was huddled in a corner, her hair disheveled and her body trembling with fear. She watched in terror as Sydney Brown and Isabel Davis, the mother-daughter duo, approached her menacingly, shaking her head in panic. "You locked me in this damp basement and forced me to carry the seed of a stranger. Now, you want to shove labor-inducing drugs down my throat? How can you be so heartless? Don’t you fear retribution?" "Retribution?" Sydney sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "I forced my way into Isabel's life and pushed your mother out of that window on purpose. If there were really any consequences, then why didn’t that worthless woman come back to haunt me in my dreams after dying so miserably?" "What? You killed my mom?" Monica felt as if she had been struck by lightning upon hearing those words. It turned out that her mother's tragic fall was no accident; it was all the work of this wicked woman. Not only had she killed her mother, but she had also shamelessly taken over her life, tormenting her in various cruel ways for all these years. With rage boiling inside her, Monica's eyes turned crimson as she charged forward recklessly. "You vile woman, I will kill you! This is for me and my mother!" Little did she know, Sydney Brown kicked her away, sending her crashing hard to the ground. “Mom, stop wasting time with this little brat! Hurry up and give her the drugs. As long as she gives birth to that piece of meat in her belly, I can finally soar to new heights!” Isabel Davis said excitedly, urging her mother impatiently. “Got it! Isabel, hold this little brat down.” With that, the mother and daughter duo charged forward. One of them straddled Monica Davis, pinning her down so she couldn't move. The other roughly grabbed her chin and forced a bowl full of labor-inducing drugs down her throat. “Ah!!!” Before long, Monica, who was lying on the ground, was wracked with unbearable abdominal pain, her face turning pale as tears streamed down her cheeks. It hurt! It hurt to the bone! “Sydney Brown, Isabel Davis, you two bitches! I swear, even as a ghost, I won't let you off the hook!!!” Isabel Davis screamed, her voice filled with anguish. Her eyes turned bloodshot, the glimmer of hope fading away, and then her head tilted as she lost consciousness. At that moment, a loud cry of a newborn baby filled the air. Seeing this, Isabel's heart leaped with joy. Ignoring the blood, she rushed forward and scooped up the baby boy. Immediately, she shot a disgusted glare at Lin Chuying, who was still sporting a prominent belly, and asked, "Mom, what should we do with that b***h's body?" Sydney Brown sneered coldly, "Throw it into the sea to feed the fish." … Five years later, by the banks of the Autumn Water River in City B. The sky was overcast, hiding the last rays of sunlight. In the shadows of the overlapping grass, four agile figures darted about. Lila bit her lip, her big, watery eyes nervously scanning the surroundings. "It's so scary! I'm scared!" "Don't be afraid, little sister. We'll protect you," came the reassuring voices of the boys. As soon as the soft words left their mouths, three little boys quickly surrounded her. Ansel puffed out his chest and declared boldly, "As long as I'm here, no monster or ghost can stand a chance against me. Protecting you three little rascals is a piece of cake!" The other three kids looked at him with admiration. Greig, holding a stick, playfully poked at the nearby bushes, his excitement palpable. "Come on, let's find it! If we catch that legendary colorful snake, we can keep it as a pet!" Upon hearing this, Brandon Davis licked his lips and whispered, "Once we're done playing, can we make snake soup out of it? I really want to eat snake soup!" As soon as he finished speaking, the other three shot him a mocking glare. This little foodie just can't stop eating. Now she's gotten bold enough to even think about eating snakes! "Let's go! The troop is on the move!" With a grand wave of his hand, Ansel, the leader, signaled for the group to continue their adventure through the grass. "Wow, there's a guy lying here!" After just a few steps, they stumbled upon a man in the bushes. He was wearing a vintage, custom-tailored suit that was stained with splotches of blood. His handsome features were partially obscured by tousled hair, and his eyes were half-closed. His face was pale to the point of being alarming. "Wow! He's so handsome!" Lila exclaimed, her big, watery eyes sparkling with admiration. Hearing the commotion, Gavriel Mason slowly lifted his heavy eyelids. Suddenly, he saw four incredibly beautiful kids bending over, curiously examining him. With a muffled groan, Gavriel furrowed his brow. He had just gone through a brutal attack and had been hit with some kind of sleeping gas. Though he had narrowly escaped, he now felt utterly drained of energy. "Mom doesn't even have a pet. It's so sad. How about we take him home to play with Mom?" Lila suggested innocently, her eyes fixed on Gavriel. Greig nodded excitedly. "Great idea! That way, we’ll have another playmate!" Brandon Davis chimed in, "Sure, I agree." Only Ansel wore a serious expression, thinking carefully. "Hmm! This looks good; our mom will definitely like him." Meanwhile, the four little ones were busy having fun, playfully pinching Gavriel Mason's cheeks and poking at his backside. They were having a blast, looking utterly delighted. Suddenly, Gavriel Mason's face darkened. Even though he had accidentally fallen into someone else's trap today, he was not somone who could be easily bullied by four little kids. "Damn it!" A chilling aura radiated from Gavriel Mason, and it was genuinely intimidating. "Wow, he's so scary! I'm frightened!" one of the kids whimpered. "How dare he scare my little sister? That's just awful!" another exclaimed. "What should we do?" asked a third. "Let's take him down!!!" shouted the fourth. As soon as the words left their mouths, the four little ones clenched their tiny fists and swung them fiercely at Gavriel Mason's head... "Ugh..." As Gavriel Mason felt the pain, he became dizzy. His head tilted, and he lost consciousness completely. Not long after the four little ones dragged Gavriel Mason away, a group of trained assassins armed with guns quickly arrived at the scene. Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, one of the men cursed angrily, "Damn it, he actually got away. Retreat!" With that, fearing a counterattack, the group hurriedly fled the scene. … Meanwhile, at the Davis family estate. Facing the relatives of the Davis family, Sydney Brown looked wronged, wiping away tears with a tissue. "For so many years, I've carried the shame of being a mistress. I can endure the humiliation myself, but I can't let my daughter suffer the same fate. That's why I chose to reveal the truth." Her voice trembled, sounding pitiful. Immediately, this stirred up outrage among the relatives, who began to shout in anger. "So that Nyla Palmer, who pretended to be virtuous, was actually so shameless behind the scenes, sleeping around and even catching a disease. She must have been too ashamed to live, which is why she jumped off the building." "Who knows? That Monica Davis might also be an illegitimate child, not even a true descendant of the Davis family." "Exactly! Sydney, it's truly unfair for you to bear the title of mistress all these years." As the tide of the conversation turned in her favor, Sydney lowered her gaze, but she couldn't hide the smug look on her face.