Chapter 4 Kneeling For Three Days And Three Nights

• Torin's home was located in Trinity Village. This was an urban village, where most of the houses were two-story concrete buildings and the roads were narrow.
• At the east end of the village, the entrance of a family's home was filled with villagers who had gathered to watch the excitement. From within the courtyard, the heart-wrenching cries of a little girl could be heard, along with the malicious laughter of several men.
• “Let go! This is the piano Uncle Torin bought for me, so you can't just take it away!” a little girl, around six or seven years old, cried out tearfully.
• She was strikingly pretty and adorable. Her small hands clung tightly to the piano lid, the knuckles turning white from the strain. She had dug her nails in so deeply that they had broken, blood streaming freely.
• Four grown men were swiftly carrying a piano out. Among them, one was particularly burly, with a sinister gaze. Upon seeing the little girl stubbornly clinging to the piano, refusing to let go, he kicked her away without hesitation, shouting, “Scram, you little brat!”
• The blow from that man was a heavy one, causing the little girl to immediately fall to the ground. She clutched her stomach in agony, a trail of fresh, crimson blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.
• “Yvette! Yvette, be good and come over here quickly!”
• Inside the hall, a partially paralyzed man was leaning against the doorframe. The moment he saw his daughter being knocked down, his eyes filled with rage. With his arms supporting his body, he desperately crawled toward his daughter.
• The man with the sinister gaze suddenly let out a cold, mocking laugh. He left the piano, striding over to the partially paralyzed man. Spitting a thick glob of phlegm onto the man's face, he spoke in a voice filled with derision. “Silas, weren't you such an adept fighter? Back in the day, you were the only one in the entire Trinity Village who dared to stand against me, Tyga Wycliffe! What about now? I dare you to act tough again!”
• Silas Yelton ignored him, continuing to rush toward his daughter, deeply concerned that she might be injured.
• Upon seeing that he was being blatantly disregarded, Tyga was immediately filled with rage. An evil thought sprouted in his heart. He roughly grabbed the little girl by her hair, lifting her midway into the air. With a sinister laugh, he taunted, “Silas, you better crawl between my legs right now! Or else, I'll pull out all your daughter's hair!”
• Silas roared fiercely, “Tyga, let go of my daughter! If you dare harm her, I'll kill you!”
• With a cold, derisive chuckle, Tyga sneered, “Kill me? With what, your crippled self?”
• Tyga was the undisputed tyrant of the village. His father was the village chief, his older brother worked at the police station, and his uncle was a gang leader. Given his family's influence, he acted with impunity, and no one dared to cross him.
• Growing up, he often found himself on the receiving end of Silas' discipline. Silas was simply too formidable. Having served in the military and trained in boxing, his nature was strong and unyielding.
• A few years ago, Silas' family suffered severe casualties in a construction site accident, leaving him disabled. Consequently, Tyga became audaciously arrogant, repeatedly coming over to humiliate Silas.
• Silas' eyes flared with anger as he growled, “Tyga, I may be disabled, but I still have a brother. Aren't you afraid he'll come back and kill you for revenge?”
• Tyga let out a hearty laugh. “That punk is still behind bars! Don't worry. Once he gets out, I'll find a way to send him right back...”
• Then, he snarled menacingly, “Silas, are you going to crawl or not?” As he tightened his grip, Yvette cried out in pain, her eyes welling up with tears that rolled down her cheeks.
• “Daddy, don't do it, please...” Despite her tender age, Yvette understood that this was a profoundly disrespectful act. Thus, she desperately waved her tiny hands, trying to stop Silas.
• “How dare you!”
• At the gates, a thunderous roar echoed, startling everyone present. Tyga, taken aback, involuntarily loosened his grip, causing Yvette to tumble to the ground.
• A figure flashed by before a tall silhouette appeared, embracing Yvette in his arms.
• Shocked, Yvette lifted her gaze to the person holding her. He had a pair of sharp eyebrows, distinct facial features, and his eyes were filled with self-reproach and indulgence.
• Yvette's eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed joyfully, “Uncle Torin!”
• The man who arrived was indeed Torin. As soon as he got out of the car, he heard the commotion from his home. He quickly made his way through the crowd and rushed in, only to be greeted by a sight that made his blood boil. His young niece was being held in mid-air by her hair by Tyga, and his older brother was lying on the ground while being humiliated!
• He was filled with hatred, consumed by anger, and had a burning desire to kill!
• Holding his little niece in his arms, his heart softened once again. He gently said, “Yvette, I'm back!”
• Silas, a steadfast and stern man, was moved to tears at the sight of his own brother. His voice trembled as he said, “Torin...”
• With Yvette cradled in his left arm, Torin gently lifted his elder brother with his right, settling him onto the wheelchair in the hall. He announced, “Silas, I'm home!”
• Then he turned around, his gaze landing on Tyga.
• Tyga's face was ashen. Why was Torin out of prison already? Wasn't he supposed to serve a few more years? The stare from Torin had him feeling a pang of guilt, and he sternly said, “Torin, now that you're out, behave yourself! I'm here to collect the debt your brother owes the village! If he can't pay, I have no choice but to seize this piano!”
• Torin steadily advanced, each step he took forward resulted in a step back from Tyga. Tyga cried out, “Torin, don't you dare mess around! I'm not afraid of you!”
• Torin halted three meters away, his voice icy as he commanded, “Kneel!”
• With a swift motion of his right hand, he inserted a silver needle into an acupoint on Tyga's leg. The latter's leg went numb, causing him to drop to his knees with a thud.
• “Bow!” Torin commanded. With another flick of his hand, several silver needles flew out, piercing into Tyga's key acupoints.
• His medical skills were exceptionally brilliant. Among them was a unique acupuncture technique known as “Puppet Needle.” With this technique, he could control a person's movements as easily as if he were moving his own arm.
• Tyga's muscles suddenly moved without his control. He bent over, repeatedly banging his head onto the ground in a rhythmic thud. As he did this, he let out pained cries, his eyes filled with terror. What on earth was going on? This was absolutely terrifying!
• Tyga couldn't stop bowing. Torin then turned his attention to the other three men who were carrying the piano and commanded in an icy tone, “Kneel!”
• These three were extremely “compliant,” immediately falling to their knees. Each of them felt their scalps tingle, their eyes filled with terror. What was happening? Were they being possessed by ghosts?
• Torin ordered coldly, “Kneel for three days and three nights!”
• He returned to the hall before carrying Silas to the bedroom's bed and declaring, “Silas, I will heal you within ten days!”
• Silas simply took his brother's words as consolation. He gave a bitter smile and said, “I've already given up hope. Torin, it's good that you're back. If it weren't for Zinnia visiting me and Yvette every day these past few years, I really wouldn't know what to do.”
• Torin shuddered as if he had been struck by lightning.
• Meanwhile, Silas was still speaking. “Zinnia is a good girl, Torin, so you must treat her well. Our Yelton family owes her too much.”
• A pang of pain struck Torin's heart as he asked, “Silas, has it been Zinnia who's been taking care of you and Yvette these past few years?”
• Silas nodded. “Indeed. Our family was in debt of over a million, and Zinnia helped pay off a portion of it. The money for Yvette's kindergarten and my medical treatment also all came from Zinnia.”
• Torin lowered his head, asking softly, “Silas, why hasn't Zinnia visited me in prison these past few years? Why hasn't she contacted me?”
• Silas said, “You can't blame her. She went to the prison over a dozen times, yet every visitation request she made was denied.”
• Torin clenched his fists, immediately realizing that he might have misjudged Zinnia earlier! He was instantly filled with remorse and continued to ask, “Silas, did you not receive the letters I sent you?”
• Silas asked in surprise, “Did you write any letters? I didn't receive any. Zinnia wrote you quite a few, but you didn't respond to any of them. It infuriated me... If it wasn't for my mobility issues, I would have stormed into the prison to give you a beating.”
• Torin sighed deeply. He had truly misjudged Zinnia!