Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts-Chapter 58 - Fifty Seven

Zade, still tied to the floor, felt his blood run completely cold. The words hit his heart like a physical blow.

He knew exactly what these evil men were capable of doing. The thought of them putting their dirty hands on his older sister made him feel physically sick. A massive, burning rage exploded in his chest, making him forget about the pain of his broken ribs.

Zade’s swollen eyes widened in pure, absolute horror and blazing fury.

"You bastards!" Zade shouted at the top of his lungs.

He threw his entire body weight forward, ignoring the thick ropes cutting deeply into his bleeding wrists. He pulled so hard that his friend Austin was yanked backward along the floor.

"I’ll kill you all!" Zade screamed wildly, staring at the skinny gang member with pure murder in his eyes. "If you touch one single hair on her head, I will tear you apart! Do not touch her!"

The others in the room were not intimidated by Zade’s desperate screaming. They knew a tied-up boy could not hurt them.

The gang members in the shadows started laughing. It was a loud, ugly, cruel laughter that echoed off the damp stone walls. They found Zade’s helpless anger incredibly entertaining.

The bald leader listened to the screaming and the laughing. He looked at the skinny gang member. The leader’s angry face slowly relaxed. A wicked, highly evil smile spread across his scarred face. He liked the idea of making the rich boy suffer mentally before breaking his legs.

"You rascal," the leader smiled, looking at the skinny member. The leader chuckled deeply in his chest. "You do know how to enjoy yourself."

The skinny gang member grinned widely. He reached out his dirty, unwashed hands, stepping closer to Camilla. She stood perfectly still, letting the skinny man walk closer. She did not pull out a knife. She did not raise her fists to fight.

Instead, her sharp eyes quickly scanned the entire room. She looked at the men, the floor, and the ceiling. As an assassin, she was trained to use her environment to her absolute advantage.

She looked up.

Directly above the head of the skinny gang member who had just spoken the disgusting words, Camilla noticed something very important.

The ceiling of the old tavern was made of heavy, thick wooden beams holding up the roof. Right above the skinny man, one of the thickest, heaviest wooden beams was completely loose. The iron nails had rusted away years ago. The beam was being held in place by only a few thick, old, rotting ropes tied to the main ceiling structure.

Camilla lowered her eyes back to the skinny man’s ugly face. He was now only two steps away from her, reaching out to grab her shoulders.

Camilla did not step back. She simply scoffed loudly. It was a sound of pure, absolute disgust.

She crossed her arms over her chest again, looking at the man as if he were a piece of rotting garbage on the side of the road.

"How can one be so ugly with high ambitions?" Camilla spoke out loud. Her voice was completely cold, sharp, and dripping with heavy mockery.

The skinny man stopped moving. His greedy smile dropped. He looked confused and insulted.

Camilla did not stop talking. She stared right into his small, dirty eyes. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Do you think you are worthy of touching me?" Camilla asked coldly. Her tone made it absolutely clear that she considered him less than a bug.

Then, Camilla quickly shifted her eyes upward. She looked directly at the loose, heavy wooden beam hanging above his head. She looked back down at his face. She knew exactly what she needed to do to trigger her magical ability. She needed to state her hope out loud.

"I hope that wood doesn’t fall and kill you on the spot," Camilla said perfectly clearly, emphasizing every single word.

The room went quiet for a brief second.

The skinny gang member did not look up at the ceiling. He did not know about the loose beam. He only heard the extreme insult to his face. His ugly face twisted in deep, violent anger.

"How dare you insult me?" the skinny member retaliated loudly. He bared his rotting yellow teeth. He curled his dirty hands into tight fists. He took a heavy, aggressive step forward, fully intending to hit Camilla in the face.

But he never got the chance to move another inch.

Camilla’s jinx worked instantly and perfectly. Because she said she hoped it would not fall, the magic aggressively forced the exact opposite to happen.

High above the skinny man’s head, the thick, rotting ropes finally gave up.

SNAP.

The sound of the old ropes breaking was loud and sharp, like a whip cracking in the silent room.

Before the skinny man could even look up to see what the noise was, the massive, incredibly heavy wooden beam plummeted straight down from the ceiling. It fell with terrifying, deadly speed.

CRASH!

The heavy wood fell directly onto the top of the skinny gang member’s head.

The immense weight and force of the falling beam crushed him instantly. It drove him straight down into the dirty wooden floorboards with a sickening, wet crunch.

The impact was absolutely brutal. The skinny man did not scream. He did not cry out. He was killed on the very spot, completely crushed beneath the heavy wood. A thick cloud of old dust and dirt exploded upward from the floorboards, filling the air around his crushed body.

The back of Old Man’s Rye Tavern fell into a state of pure, absolute, horrifying silence.

No one moved. No one breathed.

Zade, still tied to his friend on the floor, stared at the dead body with his jaw hanging completely open. He had just watched a man get instantly flattened by a falling ceiling beam.

The bald leader and his four remaining gang members froze in place. They looked at the heavy wood resting on top of their friend. They looked up at the broken ropes swinging gently from the ceiling.

Then, very slowly, all of their eyes turned to look at the small girl standing in the doorway.

Camilla stood perfectly still. Her arms were still crossed casually over her chest. Her hair rested softly on her shoulders. She did not look shocked. She looked at the crushed body on the floor, and then she looked up at the bald gang leader.

Camilla smiled a small, highly confident, and absolutely terrifying smile.

"Oops," Camilla said softly, her voice completely calm in the deadly silence. "I told him to be careful."