Chapter 75

Twina is Marquis Bosier's most favored mistress, and the reason she stood out among the many mistresses, besides her beautiful appearance, was her sensibility.

While other mistresses only knew to reach out their hands, asking the Marquis for this and that, Twina had long focused solely on harvesting the Marquis's mood, sometimes even giving money back to Marquis Bosier.

Although this money was all earned by leveraging Marquis Bosier's power, the feeling it gave the other party was completely different.

For this reason, Twina, who had the hope and ambition to become the new Mistress of the Marquis's household, placed great importance on her own younger brother, Telawei.

Because Telawei could make money, and would also offer a portion of the money he made to her, allowing her to curry favor with Marquis Bosier.

Therefore, upon hearing that her younger brother had hit a snag making money and had come to her side seeking help, Twina quickly gave him assistance.

"Wanting the Marquis's household guards to help is definitely out of the question; troubling them is the same as troubling the Marquis himself. But if you just need some powerful enforcers, I can introduce you to someone."

"Who?"

"That is a major slave trader named Benben. When he had an audience with the Marquis, he had some powerful slave fighters following him.

The ones giving you trouble are a group of kids with decent skills. And if those kids have no background behind them, you can introduce them to that slave trader.

I reckon the other party would be interested out of respect for the Marquis's face, but afterwards, when you do things borrowing the Marquis's reputation, you know how to handle it."

"I know. I will devote fifty percent of the profits earned to my elder sister."

Twina was very satisfied with this, but still spoke up to teach him a lesson.

"Not devote to me, but devote to the Marquis."

She wrote an address on a piece of paper and handed it to her younger brother, letting him go find it himself.

Late at night, the major slave trader Benben was suddenly visited. Upon learning the visitor was the own younger brother of the Marquis's most favored mistress, he put on an enthusiastic posture and received Telawei, this person who had disturbed his rest.

After Telawei stated his purpose, whether it was borrowing enforcers to deal with a bookstore, or preparing to introduce him to quality goods, the major slave trader Benben indicated very humbly that there was absolutely no problem.

"If those kids can serve as decent goods, then I will definitely give you a high price, treating it as an information fee. Please, Mr. Telawei, you must accept it."

"Then I will also help Mr. Benben settle the matter of a fixed stall in the expanding slave trading market in the future."

"Haha, it's settled then. Tomorrow I will bring some slave fighters and go to the bookstore Mr. Telawei mentioned, to help Mr. Telawei solve some trouble."

"Tomorrow, I will also wait for you at the bookstore. We won't leave until we see each other."

The two agreed on a time, drank some wine, and then parted with smiles.

"Master, why bother with this kind of small fry?"

After seeing Telawei off, Benben's burly subordinate couldn't help but ask.

"He is a small fry, but his elder sister is not a small fry. Sometimes, the pillow wind blown by a beloved person is more effective than anything else."

Thinking of the Marquis Bosier he had met, and how differently he treated a certain beautiful mistress by his side, the corner of Benben's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"Originally I wanted to send a gift over, but worried it might be misunderstood by the Marquis, mistaken for me having designs on the mistress he favors. But now her younger brother has taken the initiative to come seek help, this favor I will definitely do. Right, has Tieniu not returned yet?"

"Perhaps something happened on the road, delaying him."

Slave fighter Hoke replied. He and Tieniu are Benben's loyal slaves, and also the two ace enforcers of Benben's slave trading group.

The next day, the major slave trader Benben brought slave fighter enforcers and arrived near Cabrera Bookstore.

As soon as they arrived, they saw a chair placed at the entrance of the bookstore to be dealt with, and a kid sitting on the chair with legs spread wide.

And beside him were even more kids. Most of them had displeased expressions on their faces, looking like they would beat up whoever came to provoke them.

At just the first glance, Benben felt he had struck it lucky, because that group of kids was simply like goods that had been selected by a veteran slave trader, yet they were extremely high-quality goods.

If they had no background behind them, taking them down would definitely net him a huge profit.

"Truly a lucky day. Mr. Telawei? I can't wait to settle that bookstore with him and do a deal purchasing goods."

"Here I come, here I come. Mr. Benben is truly punctual; it's me who got up a bit late. Is it that bookstore? Is it that group of kids?"

"Yes, it's that bookstore. And if I'm not mistaken, it should be that group of kids."

Although those useless subordinates had been fired by him, the detailed description of the kids who beat them, which they gave while making excuses for their own incompetence yesterday, was still quite thorough. Telawei immediately confirmed the identities of Broly and the others at the bookstore entrance.

"Since that's the case, let's go over then."

Having said this, Benben led his men and walked over first.

"Hey, what do you want?"

Benben brought a group of people over. Luosang, from a distance, spoke up to question the situation on behalf of her Big Brother.

Originally this morning their group was preparing to set off for the Imperial Capital, but Green suddenly ran over saying that among the people who caused trouble yesterday, someone had secretly run to their bookstore last night to inform them that their backer wouldn't give up and would come find trouble with the bookstore again.

And this caused Broly-san to get a bit angry. Early in the morning he only ate a few bread sticks and several catties of fresh grilled beef, not even half his previous appetite, then ran over to this side of the bookstore to wait by a tree stump for a rabbit, waiting for some blind bastards to come seeking trouble.

"How is it? Does this bookstore not welcome customers?"

Benben asked with a smile.

"If you truly are the bookstore's customers, then welcome is natural. But if you're here to find trouble for this bookstore, then I can only tell you, you will die."

Broly, sitting on the chair, said this in a somewhat muffled and sullen voice. He had already decided that by noon, if the guys coming to find trouble still hadn't come, he would take the initiative to go find them and ask clearly what exactly the situation was.

"Hah, such a young age, yet your tone is not small."

Benben laughed, giving a meaningful look to Hoke beside him.

"Kid, if I say we are here to find trouble, what will you do?"

Slave fighter Hoke understood, walked forward, pinched his knuckles, and said with a smile to Broly on the chair.

"Are you sure?"

Broly asked.

"I'm sure."

"Then you will die."

Broly gave a simple answer to this question with utter seriousness.

"Haha, then I'd like to see just how you will make me..."

The words were not finished when Hoke felt something strange, because his perspective suddenly flew out.

"Ah?!"

By the time he came to his senses, he — his body intercepted at the waist, only his upper half remaining — was wailing in indescribable pain on the falling street.

"I'll ask you all one more time: are you really here to cause trouble for this bookstore?"

Broly appeared before the man who had only his lower half left at some unknown time, yet it was he who made a waving motion, very easily granting the strange wish of the man who wanted to see how he died.

Broly is a Saiyan with a very good nature; although he might, for certain things — for example, to clear a path in the forest — fire energy bullets in a bombardment, thereby accidentally taking away a pile of innocent lives.

But under normal circumstances, he does not slaughter indiscriminately.

And here, as long as this group before him answered "We're not here to cause trouble for the bookstore," they could easily deceive him.

But pity, after seeing his subordinates' miserable state, the great slave trader Benben made an extremely irrational decision.

"Quick, take up weapons, kill him!"

(Chapter End)