newbobooks Chapter 75 Someone Wants to See How They Die
Chapter 75 Someone Wants to See How They Die
Chapter 75 Someone Wants to See How They Die
Tvina was the Marquis of Bosier's most beloved mistress. The reason she stood out from the many mistresses was not only her beautiful appearance, but also her sensible nature, which was the reason why she was favored by the Marquis of Bosier.
While other mistresses would only reach out and ask the Marquis for this and that, Tvina had long been focused on the Marquis's emotional gains, and sometimes she would even slip money to the Marquis of Bosier.
Although the money was earned through the Marquis of Bosier's power, the feeling it gave to the other party was completely different.
Therefore, Tevena, who had the hope and ambition to become the new mistress of the Marquis's mansion, valued her younger brother Travis highly.
Because Terra was good at making money, he would give her a portion of what he earned so she could use it to win over the Marquis of Bosier.
Therefore, when she heard that her younger brother was having trouble making money and came to her for help, Tvina quickly offered him assistance.
"It's definitely not an option to ask the Marquis's guards for help; troubling them would be the same as troubling the Marquis himself. But if you just need some skilled thugs, I can introduce you to someone."
"Who?"
"He was a big slave trader named Benburn, and when he met the Marquis, he was accompanied by some formidable slave fighters."
The trouble you're getting is caused by a group of skilled kids, and if those kids don't have any powerful connections, you can introduce them to the slave trader.
"I imagine they'll be interested because of the Marquis, but you know what to do afterward when you're using his name to get things done."
"I know I will donate 50% of my profits to my sister."
Tvina was pleased with this, but still reprimanded her.
"It is not dedicated to me, but to the Marquis."
She wrote down an address on a piece of paper and handed it to her younger brother so he could find it himself.
. . . .
Late at night, the wealthy slave trader Benburn was suddenly visited. Upon learning that the visitor was the younger brother of Marquis Bosier's most beloved concubine, he greeted the man who had disturbed his rest with great enthusiasm.
When Trae tried to explain his purpose—whether it was to borrow thugs to settle a bookstore matter or to introduce him to high-quality goods—the large slave trader Benburn humbly replied that it was no problem at all.
"If those children can be considered good commodities, I will certainly offer you a high price as an intelligence fee. Please accept it, Mr. Terra.
"I will also help Mr. Benburn arrange a fixed stall in the expanding slave market in the future."
"Haha, it's settled then. Tomorrow I will take some slave fighters to the bookstore that Mr. Travis mentioned and help Mr. Travis resolve some troubles."
"I'll be waiting for you at the bookstore tomorrow too. See you there!"
The two agreed on a time, drank some wine, and then parted with smiles.
"Master, why bother with such a nobody?"
After seeing Travis off, Benburn's burly subordinate couldn't help but ask.
"He was a nobody, but his sister was no nobody. Sometimes, the whispers of a loved one are more effective than anything else."
Thinking about how the Marquis Bossier treated his beautiful mistress differently, Benburn couldn't help but smile.
"I originally intended to send some gifts, but I was worried that the Marquis might misunderstand and think I had designs on his mistress. However, now that her brother has come to me for help, I'm definitely going to help him. By the way, hasn't Tie Nu returned yet?"
"Perhaps something happened on the way that caused the delay."
Slave fighter Hawke replied that he and Iron Slave were loyal servants of Benburn and were also the two red-clad members of the Benburn slave trading company.
The next day, the big slave trader Benburn, accompanied by slave fighters and thugs, arrived near Cabrera Bookstore.
As soon as I arrived, I saw a chair placed in front of the bookstore I needed to book, and a child was sitting on the chair with a swagger.
Surrounding them were even more children, most of whom wore displeased expressions, looking like they would beat up anyone who provoked them.
At first glance, Benburn felt he had struck gold, because the children were like merchandise selected by seasoned slave traders—highly valuable goods.
If they don't have any powerful connections, taking them down would definitely make me a fortune.
"What a lucky day! Mr. Travis, I can't wait to work with him to finalize that bookstore deal and do some buying and selling."
"Here he comes, here he comes, Mr. Benbourne is really punctual, it's me who overslept."
"Is it that bookstore, and those kids?"
"Yes, it's that bookstore, and if I'm not mistaken, it should be those kids."
Although he had dismissed those useless subordinates, the descriptions they made yesterday of how they beat up the kids were still quite detailed, allowing Travis to immediately confirm the identities of Broly and the others at the bookstore entrance.
"In that case, let's go over there."
After saying this, Benburn led his men over first.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Benburn walked over with a group of people, and Losang, from a distance, asked about the situation on behalf of his elder brother.
They were originally planning to head to the capital this morning when Green suddenly ran over and said that one of the people who caused trouble yesterday had secretly gone to their bookstore last night to inform them that their boss wouldn't give up and would come back to cause trouble for the bookstore.
This made Broly a little angry. He only ate a few breadsticks and a few pounds of fresh roasted beef early in the morning, less than half of his usual amount, and then came to the bookstore to wait for some clueless bastards to come knocking on his door.
"What, doesn't your bookstore welcome customers?"
Benburn asked with a smile.
"If you're truly a customer of this bookstore, you're naturally welcome. But if you're here to cause trouble for this bookstore, then I can only tell you, you're going to die."
Broly, sitting in his chair, muttered these words in a low voice. He had already decided that if the troublemakers hadn't arrived by noon, he would go to them and find out what was going on.
"Ha, quite the big talker for such a young age."
Benburn laughed and winked at Hawke beside him.
"Hey kid, what would you do if I told you we're here to cause trouble?"
The slave fighter Hawke understood, stepped forward, clenched his fist, and smiled at Broly sitting in the chair.
Are you sure?
Broly asked.
"I'm sure."
"Then you will die."
Broly gave a very serious and simple answer to the question.
"Haha, I'd like to see what you're going to do to me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Hawke felt something was off, because his perspective suddenly shifted.
"ah?!"
When he came to his senses, he found himself lying on the street, his body broken in half at the waist, only his upper body remaining, howling in agony.
"I'll ask you one more time, are you really here to cause trouble for this bookstore?"
Broly appeared before the man, who was now only half a male body, without anyone noticing. He simply waved his hand, easily granting the strange wish of the man who wanted to see how he died.
Broly is a Saiyan with a good temper, although he might do things like bombing with energy blasts to clear a path in the forest, accidentally taking away a bunch of innocent lives.
But under normal circumstances, he does not kill indiscriminately.
Here, he could easily fool the group of people by simply saying, "We're not here to cause trouble for the bookstore."
Unfortunately, after witnessing the horrific state of his men, the great slave trader Benburn made an extremely irrational decision.
"Quick, grab your weapons and kill him!"
(End of this chapter)