Chapter 76

A battle broke out in front of the bookstore, but it ended very quickly; with Broly attacking for real without any intention of holding back, the humans of this world were no different from ants.

The reason I use ants instead of microorganisms to describe them is mainly because real microorganisms, Broly would have difficulty killing even with just his fists and feet; he would have to bombard them with energy bullets.

With a casual wave, he smashed the last guy who charged in, weapon and all, into fragments that scattered across the street.

"Ugh~"

From the bookstore behind came the sound of Green's parents vomiting.

Fortunately, most of the surrounding shops had already been sold off, so not many people discovered what was happening here, preventing a larger commotion.

"Demon, you're a demon."

His subordinates killed off in a matter of seconds, Benben felt fear, shouted this, and turned to flee.

"Eh, how did you know?!"

Broly was somewhat surprised; in the past when people called him a monster, his mind would always conjure up words of rebuttal.

"Monster? No, I am a demon."

Unexpectedly, he actually encountered someone here who didn't get it wrong, but not getting it wrong wasn't a reason to let the troublemaker off the hook.

Broly lightly pushed off with one foot and arrived behind the fleeing major slave trader, giving a light kick from behind.

"Bang~"

Benben flew out, like he had been hit by a heavy truck at high speed, then immediately smashed into a hard wall.

Such a scene could only be described as bright red paint violently flung onto a clean wall, an artistic way to die.

Only one person remained at the scene; the brutal scene before him happened too fast, Telawei hadn't quite reacted yet, and everything was about to end.

"You there, how do you want to be taken out? Want to see how you die? Sure, I can satisfy you."

Broly walked toward Telawei, asking as he approached; he was willing to give a dying man the chance to voice a last wish.

If it wasn't a wish too hard to satisfy, Broly didn't mind helping out a bit — for example, someone's request regarding their manner of death.

"You, don't come over..."

Telawei pulled out a gun, but due to excessive fear, this person couldn't hold the handgun steady, directly letting a rather pretty revolver drop to the ground.

And as Broly gradually approached, Telawei didn't dare pick it up either; of course, since someone had just used a firearm, he also knew firearms couldn't protect him.

"You can't kill me, my sister is the woman Marquis Bosier dotes on most."

Telawei retreated step by step, back against the wall; to survive, he played his biggest trump card.

"Why?"

Broly didn't understand; who this person's sister was, and what that had to do with this person being taken out.

"Once you harm me, my sister won't let you off, the Marquis dotes on my sister, and he won't let you off either."

"So that means they'll also come looking for trouble, right?"

Broly asked.

"Good that you know, now obediently let me go, I can pretend today's incident never happened."

The monster stopped in front of him without attacking directly, Telawei breathed a sigh of relief.

And he immediately expressed willingness to let the conflict slide.

This bookstore, if they'd said earlier there was this kind of terrifying guy backing it, who would dare have designs on it? "Can you tell me, what's your sister's name?"

"Twina, what about it, did you think I was lying to bluff you?"

"No, I'm willing to believe you, also, thank you." Broly sincerely thanked this person, and the next second raised a hand and pushed the other's chin.

Telawei's eyes widened, his neck twisted into a spiral, and he collapsed directly.

He perhaps didn't expect the boy would still make a move, his face full of shock.

"However, that's just your one-sided account; next, I'll go personally ask your sister and that whatever Marquis what they think."

Finished speaking, Broly dragged the man over; the kids at the bookstore entrance saw the battle end and started helping clean up the scene.

"Big Bro, you should've used a bit less force, these people have all been smashed to pieces by you."

Luosang complained a bit, sweeping the wall with a broom.

"Sorry, after finding out there were still people coming to cause trouble for Green, I got a bit angry, so I used a bit too much force."

Broly watched the little partners having difficulty cleaning the battlefield, and felt a bit embarrassed.

"It's fine, just pay attention next time."

A group of kids quickly piled the corpses together, and with Broly releasing a wave to bombard the corpse pile, these fresh chunks of meat directly vanished into nothingness.

"There's still quite a bit of blood here, Green, does your family bookstore have water buckets?"

"Yes, and there's a well in the backyard too, I'll go fetch water to wash the ground now."

"We'll help too, need to wash it clean, otherwise if the Security Officers discover it, it won't be good."

Green's parents had already stopped vomiting, watching their son and another group of kids with normal complexions start washing the street ground outside the bookstore; as adults they glanced at each other, and quickly joined in.

"Trouble's solved, can we set off today?"

Merad came to Broly's side and asked; she wasn't too surprised by the brutality of the boy killing people.

After all, during the Martial Arts Tournament, Broly could even easily dismantle the ring; taking apart a few blind troublemakers was a piece of cake.

"Can't set off yet, that last guy who died said he had a sister who would also come cause trouble for Green Family Bookstore, so I'm preparing to go ask about the situation."

"We were far away just now, didn't hear clearly what all he said to you, so what exactly is that guy's background?"

Merad asked, Esdeath leaned in to listen at this moment; she felt the fighting afterwards could actually be left to her.

"That guy seems to have a Marquis behind him, and his sister is the woman that Marquis dotes on most."

Broly told the situation truthfully.

"Wait, that Marquis you mentioned, couldn't it be this city's City Lord, Marquis Bosier? Merad pressed.

"Right, it's that Marquis."

Broly nodded.

Merad: "..."

"So, next you're preparing to go wipe out this city's owner?"

Esdeath was somewhat eager to try; hearing this, it was just like a situation where there was a fierce battle to be fought.

"How possible. That person might be deceiving me. I just want to go to his sister and that Marquis, ask about the situation."

"Go where to ask, the City Lord's Mansion? And prepared to ask what? Ask someone saying you wiped out their brother or brother-in-law, can they not come find trouble with you?"

Merad only felt it was extremely absurd. Killed someone then went to ask if they'd come find trouble — what difference is there from directly mounting their face and outputting?

However, the boy before him unexpectedly nodded seriously.

"Merad, your way of asking is good. I plan to go ask just like that."

(Chapter End)