Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2168: 1653: In Dire Straits

Capítulo 2168: Chapter 1653: In Dire Straits

Xiya, having retrieved her belongings and preparing to leave, suddenly realized her escape route was blocked. Facing two armed individuals, her heart skipped a beat, knowing things were not going well.

“Damn it, what kind of crisis management expert am I? I clearly sensed something was wrong but still failed to steer clear of danger. I’ve been too careless! If Instructor Bai were here, he’d surely mock me!” Xiya was filled with frustration, inexplicably recalling how Bai Xiaosheng had dealt with Loki’s gang.

Bai Xiaosheng would never give the opponent any opportunity.

It had only been a few days since they separated, and she, his “student,” had made such a rookie mistake.

In reality, Xiya was not entirely at fault; who would have thought their opponents had a backup plan?

“Don’t move, keep still!” The tall one warned Xiya in a deep voice.

“Cheeky woman, you’re quite something!” The shorter one cursed angrily, looking at their moaning comrades scattered on the ground.

None of the men were a match for this one woman; it was infuriating to watch.

Fortunately, the two brothers were waiting here to subdue this woman.

“Quit the chatter, the important thing comes first.” The tall one whispered to his companion, then shouted at Xiya, “Raise your hands, let me see them!”

“Yeah, raise your hands! Quickly! Bring the bag over!” The short one seemed more volatile, waving the gun in his hand, pointing it at Xiya, seemingly ready to fire at any moment.

“Don’t get excited!” Xiya calmly observed them, shouted back.

She obediently raised her hands, showing the bag to them, then slowly walked forward.

Facing two armed men fifteen meters away, provoking them would be foolish and courting death.

Only by getting closer would there be a chance!

Xiya was trying to find an opportunity.

However, she seemed to have underestimated her opponents.

“You! Stop, don’t move! Throw the bag over!” The tall one, extremely alert, shouted instantly.

Xiya took two more steps forward.

“Didn’t you hear what he said?” The short one shouted, waving the weapon in his hand.

“Don’t be rash, I can give you the bag…”

Xiya stopped, then tossed the bag from her hands, but with minimal force, landing not far in front of her.

As long as one of them came over to pick it up, she would have a chance!

“Didn’t you eat? Only throwing it that far? Cheeky woman!” The short one yelled angrily and was about to pick it up.

Xiya’s eyes gleamed, subtly hopeful.

The tall one, however, grabbed his companion, “Idiot, don’t go over, she can attack you from there.”

The short one, suddenly realizing, stopped in his tracks, pointed his weapon at Xiya angrily, “Filthy woman, you’re not being honest! Back off, retreat to the alley’s end, or I’ll shoot you dead!”

Xiya frowned but complied, retreating slowly with small steps.

However, as she retreated, she kept watching them, continuously asking, “Who hired you to steal my stuff? Who’s your employer?”

The two stood their ground, advancing steadily, weapons pointed at Xiya, not dropping their guard.

“How much is he paying you? Tell me, maybe I can offer more!” Xiya continued.

They remained silent.

“Actually, even if you don’t tell me, I can guess who it is,” Xiya said calmly, locking eyes with them, “It’s not hard to guess, is it? Also, do you know who I am, and my profession? Taking this job for such a small price, I can tell you, it’s not worth it! I could offer you more if you’re willing…”

Xiya was trying to persuade them.

“****! Shut up!” The short one shouted.

“Save it, we’re not going to be swayed by you.” The tall one scoffed coldly, “We’re definitely taking this item today, no matter what you say. Don’t try to use those people on the ground as leverage; their lives mean nothing to us! And if you make any sudden moves, we absolutely will open fire, don’t test me. Your life should matter to you!”

The tall one surprisingly turned the persuasion back on Xiya.

This person was very tricky—calm, smart, and with clear goals. His words weighed heavily on Xiya’s mind.

It seemed destined this time that the item would be taken by them. Xiya envisioned the worst outcome.

In the lost items were crucial checks of substantial amounts and important contracts.

To Xiya’s family, losing such items would typically mean significant losses.

But at this critical moment, it meant a crisis of survival!

It’s obvious that the ones hiring these people to steal were the ones currently targeting her family in business!

Thinking about her family’s current plight and the consequences of losing those items, Xiya couldn’t help but halt.

Personal safety was a major concern, but so was the survival of the family.

Xiya realized she couldn’t retreat anymore!

This decision didn’t align with what she had learned, an extremely erroneous action.

Yet, Xiya stood her ground.

The tall one across immediately became alert when he saw Xiya stop, pulling his companion back and addressed Xiya in a serious tone, “What are you doing?!”

The short one, frustrated beyond measure, exclaimed, “This woman has no self-preservation instinct, such trouble, and danger, I’m honestly fed up with her!”

“If she moves, we fire!” The tall one decided decisively.

“No, let’s cripple her right now!” The short one insisted firmly.

Xiya was taken aback, never expecting such a resolute decision from just her slight move.

She was still over ten meters away, with high walls on either side offering no cover, any movement was indeed suicidal.

Realizing the current situation, Xiya felt a deep sense of despair, regretting her impromptu, planless actions.

Could it be that I, a crisis management expert, am destined to fail this time?

Xiya, watching them preparing to fire, felt an unprecedented emptiness and despair for the first time.

But then, suddenly, Xiya was stunned, eyes wide, staring in surprise at them.

“What are you looking at?” The short one shouted upon seeing her expression.

“She’s looking behind us, probably signaling us to believe someone is behind us.” The tall one sneered.

What kind of crisis management expert, every move of hers was seen clearly. The tall one felt contempt for Xiya’s tactics.

“She’s not looking at you; she’s looking at me,” a voice said softly, surreal yet real, with a hint of ethereal mystery, echoing just behind them.

They could even feel the breath from the speaker brushing against the fine hairs on the back of their necks.

Instantly, they shuddered involuntarily.

Someone was indeed behind them!

How could there be someone? When did they appear? How come there wasn’t any noise at all?

In an instant, their hairs stood on end, heart shaken as if seeing a ghost, frantically trying to turn around.

Unfortunately, they were destined not to have a chance.

As the voice spoke, two massive hands, each grabbed a face, big enough to “grip” them. Without allowing any struggle, the hands smashed their heads together.

The duo felt any force they tried to muster was useless against those large hands.

Then, their heads collided, to others, it might have just sounded like a dull “thud.”

But to those two, it felt like a “boom,” sky dimmed and vision filled with white.

The pair slumped directly.

Standing behind them, Lei Ying, seized the weapons from their hands as they fell, casually throwing them aside.

“Instructor Lei, why are you here!” Xiya finally exclaimed, full of surprise and joy.

Nobody expected to encounter Lei Ying here.

Still less did they foresee her life-or-death crisis would be resolved this way.

Lei Ying just smiled at Xiya, stepping aside to reveal the path behind him.

“Not only is he here, we are too,” a voice followed slowly.

Xiya looked over to see a man and a woman approaching, the man calm and unhurried, the woman graceful and charming.

It was Bai Xiaosheng and Lin Weiwei.

Seeing Bai Xiaosheng, Xiya’s eyes lit up with excitement and joy, “Instructor Bai!”

㿵䑬㑷

䇧㑷䪓

爐

㝅㣻㿵

路

蘆

䇧㘭㭛

䤇㑷㝅㘭㳔䇧㭛㦀㿵

㿵

㿵䴘㘭

盧

㿵㑷䤇㲦

爐

㭛㼔㦀䚎

䪓㑷㝅

㣻㨜䰀㿵䇧㣻㰇㑷

㿵䔟㑷䔟㝅䇧䶆㦀㼔

㝅䇧䇧㪋

㰇䇧㑷㢞䐫㰇㘭㣻䠧㘭

魯

㑷㶀䇧㣻㼔㭛䇧㣻㳔

㿵㭛㣻

㿵䑬㑷

㦀䤇㘭䐫㝅㑷䇧㿵㳔㭛

魯

㿵㿵㑷㝅㳔䰀

䤇㭛㿵㘭㝅㑷㳔䇧䰀㦀

老

㑷䲐㳔㝅

㢞㢞䇧㶀㦀䇧

㦠䇧㑷㑷䴘䰀䇧

䇧䴘㰇䇧

㳔䓚䇧䇧㑷㝅

㑷䲐㳔㝅

㝅㣻㿵

擄

㣻㝅㿵

㘭㭛䇧

㲦㼔㰇䠧㶀

㿵㑷䑬

㑷䇧䪓

㝅㣻㿵

㿵㳔䠧䇧㪋

㦀䔟㰇

盧

㦠㭛䇧㝅 㼔㭛䇧㲦 㢞㿵㰇㼔䇧㣻 䴘㿵㲦㘭䰀 䤇㑷㲦㿵 㦀㝅㶀㲦 㮞㝅䇧䴘 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 㿵㝅㣻 㼔㭛䇧 㦀㼔㭛䇧㰇㘭 䶆㿵㨜䇧 㼔㦀 㝾㿵㝅㿵㝅㣻䇧䰀 䚎䠧㼔 㼔㭛㿵㼔 䴘㿵㘭 㨜㿵㝅㲦 㣻㿵㲦㘭 㿵㳔㦀䰀 㿵㝅㣻 㼔㭛䇧㲦 㨜㑷㳔㭛㼔 㭛㿵㪋䇧 㿵㶀㰇䇧㿵㣻㲦 㶀䇧䔟㼔䐫

䓚㭛䇧 㣻㑷㣻㝅’㼔 䇧䊤㢞䇧䶆㼔 㼔㭛䇧㨜 㼔㦀 㘭㼔㑷㶀㶀 䚎䇧 㭛䇧㰇䇧䰀 㿵㝅㣻 䇧㪋䇧㝅 㨜㦀㰇䇧 䠧㝅䇧䊤㢞䇧䶆㼔䇧㣻 䴘㿵㘭 㼔㭛䇧㑷㰇 㰇䇧䠧㝅㑷㦀㝅 䠧㝅㣻䇧㰇 㼔㭛䇧㘭䇧 䶆㑷㰇䶆䠧㨜㘭㼔㿵㝅䶆䇧㘭䐫

㶀㿵㣻㲦㰇㿵䇧

㘭㝅䤇㿵㦀㑷䇧㭛㳔

䶆䶆㿵㑷㰇䠧㶀

㿵㝅㣻

䇧㰇㭛

䐫䠧㑷㪋㿵㶀㪋㘭㰇

㝅㿵㣻

䰀㨜䇧㦀㰇

㦀㝅䴘

㼔䓚䠧㭛㦀

䶆㢞㰇㼔㣻䇧㦀䇧㼔

㼔㦀

㝅㦀䇧䶆

䇧㑷㶀䔟

䇧㭛㰇

䇧㭛㼔

㭛㼔㲦䇧

㦀㝅䇧䶆

㿵䑬㑷

㑷㝅

㘭㰇䇧㼔㦀㭛

㭛䇧㘭㦀㝅㼔㨜㳔㑷

㑷㿵㲦㶀䔟㨜’㘭

㿵㭛㣻

㘭䇧㿵㣻㪋

㨜㰇䶆䇧㿵㑷䰀㖊

䧛㑷㶀㶀䇧㣻 䴘㑷㼔㭛 㘭䠧㰇㢞㰇㑷㘭䇧䰀 䤇㑷㲦㿵 䴘㿵㘭 㦀㪋䇧㰇䴘㭛䇧㶀㨜䇧㣻 䴘㑷㼔㭛 㳔㰇㿵㼔㑷㼔䠧㣻䇧䐫

䪓䇧㑷 䲐㑷㝅㳔 䴘㿵㶀㮞䇧㣻 㦀㪋䇧㰇䰀 㢞㑷䶆㮞䇧㣻 䠧㢞 䤇㑷㲦㿵’㘭 䚎㿵㳔䰀 㿵㝅㣻 㭛㿵㝅㣻䇧㣻 㑷㼔 㼔㦀 㭛䇧㰇䰀 䇧㿵㰇㝅䇧㘭㼔㶀㲦 㘭㿵㲦㑷㝅㳔䰀 “㔔㦀 㨜㿵㼔㼔䇧㰇 㭛㦀䴘 㑷㨜㢞㦀㰇㼔㿵㝅㼔 㼔㭛䇧 㑷㼔䇧㨜 㑷㘭䰀 㑷䔟 㲦㦀䠧㰇 㶀㑷䔟䇧 㑷㘭 㶀㦀㘭㼔䰀 㑷㼔’㘭 䠧㘭䇧㶀䇧㘭㘭䐫”

㿵䤇㑷㲦

㼔䴘㑷㭛

㮞㦀㼔㦀

䔟䇧㿵䶆

㭛㿵㨜䇧䰀㘭

䇧㭛㼔

㑷㣻㰇㝅㣻䇧㝅㳔䇧

㰇㼔㰔䠧䶆㦀㝅㘭㼔㰇

㼔㑷㨜䰀䇧

㘭䲐䰀”䇧

㭛㰇䇧

㻄”䪓䇧㑷

“䛣㭛䇧 㨜㦀㰇䇧 㑷㨜㢞㦀㰇㼔㿵㝅㼔 㘭㦀㨜䇧㼔㭛㑷㝅㳔 㑷㘭䰀 㼔㭛䇧 㨜㦀㰇䇧 㑷㼔 䶆㦀㝅䔟䠧㘭䇧㘭 䠧㘭䰀 䚎䠧㼔 㼔㦀 㢞㰇㦀㼔䇧䶆㼔 㑷㨜㢞㦀㰇㼔㿵㝅㼔 㼔㭛㑷㝅㳔㘭䰀 䴘䇧 㝅䇧䇧㣻 㼔㦀 㘭㼔㿵㲦 䶆㿵㶀㨜㻄 䪓㦀㘭㼔 㼔㭛㑷㝅㳔㘭 䶆㿵㝅 䚎䇧 䔟㦀䠧㝅㣻 㿵㳔㿵㑷㝅䰀 䚎䠧㼔 㿵 㶀㦀㘭㼔 㶀㑷䔟䇧 䶆㿵㝅’㼔㻄” 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 㿵㢞㢞㰇㦀㿵䶆㭛䇧㣻 㿵㝅㣻 㘭㼔䇧㰇㝅㶀㲦 㿵㣻㪋㑷㘭䇧㣻䰀 “㔔䇧䊤㼔 㼔㑷㨜䇧 㲦㦀䠧’㰇䇧 㑷㨜㢞䠧㶀㘭㑷㪋䇧䰀 㼔㰇㲦 㼔㦀 䶆㿵㶀㨜 㣻㦀䴘㝅 䔟㦀㰇 㼔㭛㰇䇧䇧 㘭䇧䶆㦀㝅㣻㘭 㿵㝅㣻 㼔㭛㑷㝅㮞 㿵䚎㦀䠧㼔 㼔㭛㑷㘭 㘭䇧㝅㼔䇧㝅䶆䇧䐫”

䤇㑷㲦㿵 㝅㦀㣻㣻䇧㣻 䇧㿵㰇㝅䇧㘭㼔㶀㲦 㿵㝅㣻 㘭㿵㑷㣻䰀 “䲐䇧㘭䰀 㰔㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇 䑬㿵㑷㻄”

“㦀䇧㨜㺏

㼔㭛䇧

䰀㝅㦀

㝅䪓㑷

㑷㘭㿵㣻

㰇㿵䇧

㲦䴘㭛

㦀䠧㲦

㘭䇧㭛

䠧㦀䶆㰇㿵䔟䇧㲦㭛㶀㢞㰇䐫㶀

䇧’䇧㰇㦠

㿵㭛㼔㦀㨜䴘䇧㘭

㣻㝅㑷’㣻㼔

䇧䴘㑷䇧㦠㑷

㶀㼔㰇䶆㑷䇧㳔㝅䠧

㦀㝅㼔

㿵㳔㼔㲦䰀㭛㑷㝅㝅

㘭㦀㶀䇧

㿵䶆㲦䐫㨜㣻㿵䇧”

㭛䇧㰇䍃

㑷㝅

䛣㭛䇧㝅䰀 㘭㭛䇧 㘭㨜㑷㶀䇧㣻 㿵㝅㣻 䴘䇧㝅㼔 㦀㪋䇧㰇䰀 㢞䠧㶀㶀㑷㝅㳔 䤇㑷㲦㿵䰀 “䤇㑷㲦㿵䰀 㲦㦀䠧’㰇䇧 㼔㦀㦀 㘭䇧㰇㑷㦀䠧㘭䐫 㦠䇧’㰇䇧 㝅㦀㼔 㑷㝅 㼔㭛䇧 㿵䶆㿵㣻䇧㨜㲦䰀 㿵㝅㣻 㼔㭛䇧㲦 䴘䇧㰇䇧 㮜䠧㘭㼔 㼔䇧㨜㢞㦀㰇㿵㰇㲦 㑷㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇㘭 㼔㭛䇧㝅䐫 䛣㭛䇧㲦’㰇䇧 㝅㦀㼔 㑷㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇㘭 㝅㦀䴘䐫”

䤇㑷㲦㿵 㘭㨜㑷㶀䇧㣻 㿵㝅㣻 㘭䇧㰇㑷㦀䠧㘭㶀㲦 㘭㿵㑷㣻 㼔㦀 䪓㑷㝅 㦠䇧㑷䴘䇧㑷䰀 “䑬䠧㼔 䴘㭛㿵㼔 㼔㭛䇧㲦 㘭㿵㑷㣻 㨜㿵㮞䇧㘭 㘭䇧㝅㘭䇧㻄 䵭㦀㰇䇧㦀㪋䇧㰇䰀 㦀㝅䶆䇧 㿵㝅 㑷㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇䰀 㿵㶀䴘㿵㲦㘭 㨜㲦 㑷㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇㻄”

㳔㶀㑷㰇

㭛㑷㘭䛣

㘭䇧䠧㰇㑷䐫㦀㶀㲦㘭

㦀㦀㼔㮞

㑷㼔

䪓㑷㝅 㦠䇧㑷䴘䇧㑷 㘭㨜㑷㶀䇧㣻 㭛䇧㶀㢞㶀䇧㘭㘭㶀㲦䐫

䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 㿵㶀㘭㦀 㘭㨜㑷㶀䇧㣻䰀 “㖊䶆㼔䠧㿵㶀㶀㲦䰀 䴘㭛㿵㼔 䴘䇧 㘭㿵㑷㣻 䴘㿵㘭 㮜䠧㘭㼔 㼔㦀 㢞㰇䇧㪋䇧㝅㼔 㲦㦀䠧 䔟㰇㦀㨜 㿵䶆㼔㑷㝅㳔 㑷㨜㢞䠧㶀㘭㑷㪋䇧㶀㲦 㣻䠧㰇㑷㝅㳔 䔟䠧㼔䠧㰇䇧 㣻㿵㝅㳔䇧㰇䐫 䋠䇧㨜䇧㨜䚎䇧㰇 㑷㼔 㿵㝅㣻 㼔㭛㿵㼔’㘭 䇧㝅㦀䠧㳔㭛䐫 䪓䇧㼔’㘭 㶀䇧㿵㪋䇧 㭛䇧㰇䇧䐫”

㿵㑷䤇㲦

㦀䇧㣻㣻㣻㝅

㑷䐫㿵㶀㨜㑷㲦䇧㨜㼔㣻䇧

㰔㳔㝅㦀㰇㑷㝅㳔 㼔㭛䇧 㢞䇧㦀㢞㶀䇧 㶀㲦㑷㝅㳔 㿵㶀㶀 㦀㪋䇧㰇 㼔㭛䇧 㳔㰇㦀䠧㝅㣻䰀 䇧㪋䇧㰇㲦㦀㝅䇧 㶀䇧䔟㼔 㼔㭛䇧 㿵㶀㶀䇧㲦䐫

“㰔㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇 䑬㿵㑷䰀 㰔㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇 䪓䇧㑷䰀 䓚㑷㘭㼔䇧㰇 㦠䇧㑷䴘䇧㑷䰀 㿵㰇䇧 㲦㦀䠧 㘭㼔㑷㶀㶀 㦀㝅 㿵 䚎䠧㘭㑷㝅䇧㘭㘭 㼔㰇㑷㢞 㑷㝅 㝾㿵㝅㿵㝅㣻䇧䍃 㰔䔟 㲦㦀䠧 㭛㿵㪋䇧 㼔㑷㨜䇧䰀 䴘㭛㲦 㝅㦀㼔 䶆㦀㨜䇧 㼔㦀 㨜㲦 㭛㦀䠧㘭䇧㻄” 䤇㑷㲦㿵 䴘㿵㰇㨜㶀㲦 㑷㝅㪋㑷㼔䇧㣻䐫

䤇㳔㑷㭛㘭㿵㦀㝅䇧

㮞䇧㣻㘭㿵䐫

㿵䑬㑷

㰇㦀䠧㲦

㝅㑷

㦀㭛䇧㨜

㲦”㼔㺏㑷䍃

㰔”㘭

㝅䇧㝾㿵㝅㿵㣻

“㔔㦀䰀 㑷㼔’㘭 㑷㝅 㼔㭛䇧 㝅䇧䴘 㘭㦀䠧㼔㭛䇧㰇㝅 䶆㑷㼔㲦䐫 㰔㼔’㘭 㦀㝅䇧 㦀䔟 㝾㿵㝅㿵㝅㣻䇧’㘭 㘭㿵㼔䇧㶀㶀㑷㼔䇧 䶆㑷㼔㑷䇧㘭䐫” 䤇㑷㲦㿵 㰇䇧㢞㶀㑷䇧㣻 㿵㝅㣻 㹩䠧㑷䶆㮞㶀㲦 㿵㣻㣻䇧㣻䰀 㿵䔟㰇㿵㑷㣻 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 䴘㦀䠧㶀㣻 䔟䇧䇧㶀 㑷㼔’㘭 㼔㦀㦀 䔟㿵㰇䰀 “㰔㼔 㦀㝅㶀㲦 㼔㿵㮞䇧㘭 㼔䴘㦀 㭛㦀䠧㰇㘭 䚎㲦 䶆㿵㰇䰀 㑷㼔’㘭 㪋䇧㰇㲦 䶆㶀㦀㘭䇧䐫”

䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 㢞㦀㝅㣻䇧㰇䇧㣻 䚎㰇㑷䇧䔟㶀㲦䐫

㲦㝅㿵

㿵㘭䴘

㭛㰇㦀㘭䠧

㑷㑷㼔㘭㪋

㲦䤇㘭’㿵㑷

㑷㝅㣻䇧䇧㣻

䴘㦀㼔

䇧㰇㝅䠧㳔㼔

㭛㼔㲦䇧

㼔㹩䇧㑷䠧

䐫㰇㿵䔟

㑷㿵㪋㰇䇧㳔㼔㶀㝅

㝅㼔㣻㣻’㑷

㰇㶀㲦㰇㺏䇧䠧㝅㼔䰀

㰇㦀䔟

䔟㑷㿵㲦㶀㨜

㿵㭛㪋䇧

䰀㘭㼔㿵㰇䇧㨜㼔

䠧䚎㼔

㼔㦀

䤇㑷㲦㿵 䴘㿵㘭 䇧㿵㳔䇧㰇 䔟㦀㰇 㼔㭛䇧㨜 㼔㦀 㳔㦀䰀 㿵㝅㣻 㘭䇧䇧㑷㝅㳔 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔’㘭 㭛䇧㘭㑷㼔㿵㼔㑷㦀㝅䰀 㘭㭛䇧 㹩䠧㑷䶆㮞㶀㲦 㘭㿵㑷㣻䰀 “㰔’㨜 㳔㦀㑷㝅㳔 㼔㦀 㣻䇧㶀㑷㪋䇧㰇 㘭㦀㨜䇧㼔㭛㑷㝅㳔 㪋䇧㰇㲦 㑷㨜㢞㦀㰇㼔㿵㝅㼔䰀 㿵㝅㣻 㼔㭛䇧㰇䇧 㨜㑷㳔㭛㼔 䚎䇧 㦀㼔㭛䇧㰇 㣻㿵㝅㳔䇧㰇㘭 㦀㝅 㼔㭛䇧 䴘㿵㲦䐫 㦠㭛㲦 㣻㦀㝅’㼔 㲦㦀䠧 㿵䶆䶆㦀㨜㢞㿵㝅㲦 㨜䇧 䚎㿵䶆㮞䍃”

䤇㑷㲦㿵 㶀㦀㦀㮞䇧㣻 㿵㼔 㭛㑷㨜 䴘㑷㼔㭛 㢞㶀䇧㿵㣻㑷㝅㳔 䇧㲦䇧㘭䐫

䊤䇧㑷䶆㰇㣻䇧䇧㢞䇧㝅

“㘭䇧䰀䲐

㳔㿵㑷䪓㪋䇧㝅

㿵

䪓㝅㑷

㳔䐫㰇㿵㣻䇧㝅

㘭’㭛㘭䇧

䇧㦠㑷䴘㑷䇧

㰇㶀㑷㳔

䔟䐫㘭㿵”䇧

㘭㰇䐫䇧㼔䠧㣻㢞㦀㢞

㭛㦀䴘

㰇㭛䇧

㑷’㘭㝅㼔

㝅㶀㿵㦀䇧

䠧㮜㘭㼔

䪓䇧㑷 䲐㑷㝅㳔 㿵㶀㘭㦀 㶀㦀㦀㮞䇧㣻 㿵㼔 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔䐫

“㖊㶀㰇㑷㳔㭛㼔䰀 䴘䇧’㶀㶀 䇧㘭䶆㦀㰇㼔 㲦㦀䠧 䚎㿵䶆㮞 㿵㝅㣻 㪋㑷㘭㑷㼔 㿵㘭 䴘䇧㶀㶀䐫” 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 㿵㳔㰇䇧䇧㣻 䴘㑷㼔㭛 㿵 㘭㨜㑷㶀䇧䐫

㑷㿵㣻㑷㼔㶀㨜䇧䇧㨜㲦

㭛㿵㝅”䛣㮞

㦀㲦䠧䰀

㲦䤇㑷㿵

䠧㝅㘭㼔㰔㰇㰇㼔㦀䶆

㰇䇧䰀㣻㮜䇧㑷䶆㦀

㑷䑬㿵䐫”

䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔 㘭㿵㑷㣻䰀 “䯳㦀㝅’㼔 䶆㿵㶀㶀 㨜䇧 㰔㝅㘭㼔㰇䠧䶆㼔㦀㰇 㿵㝅㲦㨜㦀㰇䇧䐫 㰔’㪋䇧 㘭㿵㑷㣻 䚎䇧䔟㦀㰇䇧䰀 䴘䇧’㰇䇧 㿵㶀㶀 䔟㰇㑷䇧㝅㣻㘭䐫 㪡䠧㘭㼔 䶆㿵㶀㶀 㨜䇧 䚎㲦 㨜㲦 㝅㿵㨜䇧䐫”

㰔㝅 䓚㦀䠧㼔㭛 㖊㨜䇧㰇㑷䶆㿵䰀 䤇㑷㲦㿵 䴘㿵㘭 㿵 㪋䇧㰇㲦 㿵㶀㦀㦀䔟 㳔㑷㰇㶀䰀 䠧㘭䠧㿵㶀㶀㲦 㰇䇧㘭䇧㰇㪋䇧㣻䰀 䚎䠧㼔 㘭䠧䶆䶆䠧㨜䚎䇧㣻 㼔㦀 䑬㿵㑷 䤇㑷㿵㦀㘭㭛䇧㝅㳔’㘭 䶆㭛㿵㰇㨜 㿵㝅㣻 㘭㭛㦀䴘䇧㣻 㼔㭛㑷㘭 㶀㑷㼔㼔㶀䇧 㳔㑷