My mom in another world is a bit too controlling!?

In the dim and damp basement, on a blanket casually spread in the corner, the little guy lay curled up quietly with his eyes closed, only the slight twitching of his nose revealing that he was still alive.

The little one's tear-stained cheeks, with a ring of redness and swelling that would be quite alarming even on someone who isn't a tiny baby, made him appear fragile and pitiful.

Besides that, there was another person in the basement, who was the leader of the men in black, or rather... the man in black who had taken off his black clothes and wasn't really a man in black anymore...

Once the heavy clothing was removed, the large muscles on his body became even more apparent. In addition to his robust physique, there were many obvious scars on his body, mostly knife wounds. There wasn't a single patch of unblemished skin on his exposed body, which sent chills down one's spine.

The most obvious thing is a deep scar about the length of a finger on his neck, which may be why his voice is so hoarse.

The leader of the men in black... the gang leader.

At this moment, the gang leader sat quietly in his chair, the table in front of him filled with the weapons he carried, various daggers and smaller concealed weapons, which he was wiping and maintaining. Suddenly...!

"Waaah..."

A weak groan escaped from her small throat, her eyes blinked a few times, and then slowly opened...

"Ugh, cough cough...!"

"Mother……?"

The confused little head instinctively looked for its mother, but after turning its eyes around, it found no mother there, only the terrifying torture instruments that gleamed coldly on the wall.

He didn't know what it was, but the dim atmosphere still terrified him. Most importantly, his mother was nowhere to be seen, and tears welled up in his eyes again...

"Mommy... Waaah... Mom, waaah, Mommy...!"

She cried out for her mother, her voice amplified by the pain in her neck. Despite being extremely weak, the little one was using her last breath to express her sorrow at being separated from her mother.

The outcome of such loud crying was obvious: the little one soon couldn't breathe and began to suffer...

"Cough cough! Ugh! Cough cough—!"

"Cough...! Mom, Mom...!"

"Oh no...!" Hou Yin's hoarse voice rang out.

The little guy went from crying to being unable to breathe in just five seconds, and the gang leader didn't even have time to react and check on the situation.

"Damn it, stop crying!"

A large hand lifted the aching little body, and after thinking for a while, the other hand hesitantly patted the back. It didn't know if this was the right thing to do or if it would have any effect, but it couldn't wait any longer.

It was very strong; the size of a hand was almost the size of the little guy's back. When it slapped the little guy, his body jerked violently, and he coughed violently.

"Cough cough—!!"

Before long, the sound of aggrieved crying rang out again, but this time the volume was noticeably lower.

"Waaah... I want it, Wei Bao, waaah, Mommy..."

Tears and saliva dripped uncontrollably together, and slowly, bright red blood appeared at the corners of the mouth, replacing the saliva!

That slap was too forceful!

"What?! What's going on?!"

For the first time, a look of panic appeared on the gang leader's face. He hurriedly put the little guy back on the blanket.

"Waaah... Mom, Ma, Wei Bao, I want..."

The little one finally stopped crying and fussing, and became quiet again.

But this wasn't the outcome he wanted! He immediately shouted loudly outside—

"Hurry up, come in!"

Then footsteps were heard outside the basement door...

"What's wrong?"

"Call that guy here right now, stop asking questions, quick!!"

Never having seen the gang leader speak with such a panicked tone, the man realized something was amiss and, without asking any further questions, hurriedly ran out as instructed.

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Shortly after, Winter's slightly disgruntled voice echoed from the basement stairwell—

"Coming, coming! What's the rush? I was just about to pamper my 'little darling,' but you had to..."

"Stop talking nonsense and come over here right now!"

"Oh? Why is there blood on this little bastard's mouth?" He glanced at the gang leader with ill intent.

"Don't worry about that for now, he's about to die!"

"So? You asked me to come here so I could witness this scene firsthand? If that's the case, I'm a little less angry that you called me so late at night~"

He chuckled lightly, then gave the little guy a cold look. He was really waiting to die, and he seemed quite interested...

"We can't let him die! Remember you know healing magic, heal him quickly!" The voice was hoarse but extremely excited.

"What? You want me to give it to him...? Do you think that's even possible? The thought of wasting my precious magic on him is disgusting!"

With firm words, Winter was determined that no treatment was possible under any circumstances.

Seeing his arrogant demeanor, the gang leader's eyes changed. He stood up from beside the little guy and moved straight toward Winter.

"Don't forget, she said that if anything goes wrong during the plan, don't think you can be so carefree and only think about venting your anger!"

"You! What do you mean! Do you intend to attack me? You dare!!"

Taking a step back, the gang leader's intimidating aura had indeed frightened him; his tone was tough, but there was a hint of weakness beneath...

"I certainly don't dare to kill you, but I don't mind making you suffer a little."

Having said that, his rough hand gripped Winter's pampered wrist tightly, his strength increasing until Winter, feeling only slight pain, immediately begged for mercy.

"I'll heal you! I'll treat you! It hurts! Let go! I'll save you, okay?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the gang leader didn't stop immediately. Instead, he suddenly pulled him to the little guy next to the blanket and made him squat down.

"hurry up."

"Yes, yes, yes!! I'll do it right away...!"

I touched the little guy with one hand, and then a faint light emerged from the point of contact.

"I already told you, I can only use the most basic healing techniques, and I can't be sure if it will cure you..."

"Just do your best!"

"Okay!!"

After a long time...

The light in Winter's hand disappeared, and he collapsed onto the dirty ground, feeling nauseous, but he had no strength left to get up.

After treatment, the little guy remained quiet and his appearance did not change.

"Did you really give it your all?" The man looked at the person on the ground with suspicion.

"I already said! I can only use the minimum level of treatment; I can't guarantee a cure!"

"..." The gang leader remained silent.

"How about we go outside and kidnap a therapist?" another man in black suddenly asked.

"This..." The gang leader didn't object; he really did have this plan...

"If all else fails, then we'll have to..."

"Cough cough—!"

Just as I was about to make up my mind, the little guy on the blanket suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Then he finally regained his vital signs and began to gasp for breath.

"alright!"

The man in black spoke with slight agitation, but Winter, seeing this, scoffed and said nothing.

"Of course, I gave it my all. If it didn't work, wouldn't that just mean I'm incompetent?"

"..." The three fell silent...

"Waaah... Mom...!"

As soon as his body recovered, his crying stopped too, especially when he saw the four unfamiliar and terrifying faces before him. Seeing that he was about to enter another cycle, the gang leader quickly spoke up—

"Quick! Don't let him cry, or something bad will happen again!!"

"..." The words were addressed to the other two men in black, but they both looked at each other blankly. Then, all three of them looked at Winter on the ground...

"Why are you looking at me like that! Do you think I'm good at comforting children?!" The four people looked at each other blankly...

"Waaah... Mom...!"

"There's nothing we can do. It's not good, but..."

The gang leader hardened his heart, picked up a small jar from the table behind him, and a pill with mixed colors but an overall brown hue.

Controlling the little guy with one hand, he forcefully stuffed the pill into his mouth, causing a cut at the corner of his mouth with a small amount of blood seeping out.

"Waaah! Mommy...! Waaah—!"

"Swallow it quickly...!"

The rough fingers forced the pill down the little guy's throat. Although he swallowed it, it quickly made him nauseous, and he vomited all over himself. His little face contorted in pain as he choked on his sobs.

"Well--!"

The gang leader frowned, while the other two pretended not to see and backed away at the same time. Winter, who was standing to the side, was the most disgusted. His legs were too weak, so he used his hands to support himself on the ground and fled in a very disheveled manner.

"Bring me water, quickly!"

Forced to swallow water, the pill was finally swallowed and the nausea subsided.

Just over ten seconds after swallowing the pill, the little guy's entire body went limp and collapsed without warning, as if a power button had been pressed.

"finally……"

Finally, the gang leader let out a long sigh...