<h4>Chapter 57: Lanka Part:3</h4>


    Seeing Selvan''s desperate appearance, the doctor remained unmoved as he stated matter-of-factly, ''That was the past charge. Due to the increase in the cost of various medical materials in recent days, I have raised my fee to 400 ridhi. Doing it for 300 ridhi now won''t bring me even a cent of profit. I am not doing charity here. Get out of here if you don''t have money, or else, I''ll have you thrown out."


    "Nooo!, Please don''t say that, my lord"


    "whuu"


    Listening to the response, Selvan became desperate as he hugged the doctor''s thighs, crying, trying to convince the doctor to save his child.


    The doctor, however, remained unmoved. He smacked Selvan in the face. Selvan''s face turned red, but he still did not let go of the doctor''s legs, trying his best to hold on to them as if his life depended on it. Unfortunately, the doctor, annoyed by the pest clinging to his legs, raised his feet and kicked him away.


    "You untouchable scum, get out of here! You''ve sullied my clothes with your filthy hands. How many times do I have to tell you to get out? A filthy pagan like you is better off dead."


    With the kick, the towel bag on Selvan''s body fell down, and the coins could be vaguely seen through the towel. Seeing the coins, The doctor had a slight glint in his eyes as greed started taking over him. He ruthlessly ordered his minions, "Guards, throw this filthy untouchable scum and that bitch outside the clinic and never allow them in ever again."


    With that said, he quickly picked up the satchel, saying, "This will be mypensation for you destroying my expensive imported dress."


    "No, please, Lord, no."


    "Whaaa....."


    "Please, Lord..."


    "My only... daughter, Lord."


    He wailed bitterly as he held his daughter in his hands. He was banging his chest in grief until his chest started turning red and his skin started tearing.


    But unfortunately, the doctor and his goons had had enough of his nonsense.


    "Didn''t you hear what I said? Get rid of this nuisance."


    His goons swiftly executed the order as they threw Selvan and his daughter out onto the road.


    Selvan wanted to retaliate, but seeing the batons in the hands of the goons, he epted his fate. He knew that if he tried to retaliate, both he and his daughter would be beaten to death and no one would even question the docter for his crimes. He sobbed quietly as he picked up his daughter and left, his legs trembling. Bloodied footprints marked their path along the road to his home since he didn''t have any money to pay for the rickshaw. So, he ended up carrying his daughter from the town centre to his home on the outskirts of Galle Harbour.


    He quietly ced his struggling daughter on the bed and then sat down in a corner, silently weeping like a wounded beast. His sobs grew deeper, and sorrow gradually transformed into a bloodthirsty rage.


    "Rhaaaaaaaa!"


    He let out a big, maniacal roar and hit the wall many times until his hands started to bleed. He was angry at himself, and the ipetent kingdom, and most of all, he harboured a burning hatred for the white men who had taken away his and his daughter''s lives.


    As his daughter continued to struggle on the bed, his eyes turned crimson, tears that looked like blood flowed out of his eyes. He made a decision. He would butcher all the white men, including the fat supervisor. He went to the kitchen and picked up a knife.


    "Knock, knock."


    Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Intrigued, Selvan went to the door to open it. A strange man stood there, covering his face with a wooden mask and body wrapped up.


    Selvan became vignt as he asked, "Who are you?" He tightened his grip on the knife, ready to strike at the man at any moment.


    *klink....*


    But the words that left the man''s mouth left him standing there stunned, and he dropped the knife instantly.


    "We can save your daughter, but what price are you willing to pay?"


    Selvan stood like that for a few moments as he tried to process the words spoken by the masked man. All he had in his mind was, "Is my daughter still saved?"


    "Anything, anything lord, I will do anything you want me to do, I will kill anyone you want. Even my life would be given if needed," he answered as soon as he regained his rity.


    Selvan spoke, and the masked man didn''t say anything more, but he could feel that the masked man was smiling.


    "Come with me," the masked man said after a few moments. He covered both the father''s and daughter''s heads and led them separately somewhere in a cart.


    When he arrived and the mask was removed, Selvan found himself in some sort of medical clinic. To his surprise, it was the Ayurvedic clinic that he knew.


    He saw a doctor treating his beloved daughter with some medicine. "She will be alright in a few days," the doctor assured him.


    After listening to the good news, his heart felt at ease. And thus, the Ghost of Lanka was born, a ruthless sword in the hands of the King of Vijayanagara.


    In another hidden location:


    Bji, The Head of the Lanka secret service, was asking his assistant, "How is the recruitment going?"


    The assistant replied with a somewhatplicated tone, "Boss, the recruitment is going better than expected. There are a lot of desperate people in this country, and it keeps on increasing. But it''s pretty painful to see them suffer like this, and we can''t do anything."


    Bji had an expressionless face, as he had experienced the cruelty of the Mughal Empire. He knew that the truth of the world was that the strong ate the weak.


    The secret service in Sri Lanka quickly expanded with several simr cases to Selvan, bing a strong intelligencework responsible for foreign intelligence in the near future.