Chapter 78

Broly didn't understand what exactly the problem was; clearly, every time he encountered someone asking who he was and what he was doing at the City Lord's Mansion, he honestly explained his identity and purpose, but every time he would be attacked by those people.

However, not understanding was one thing, yet it did not hinder Broly from counterattacking those who attacked him in the same utterly unceremonious manner.

So, the commotion in the City Lord's Mansion grew larger and larger, and the scene of corpses strewn across the field made everyone certain that an excessively arrogant assassin was now attacking the City Lord's Mansion head-on, fair and square, intending to harm Marquis Bocil, the City Lord.

"Daring to assassinate the City Lord in broad daylight, watch me, Heavy Armor Jie Kai, deal with you."

The City Lord's Mansion's number one expert roared thus, and clad in full heavy armor, possessed of innate divine power, he charged at that dwarf assassin.

"Bang—"

Yet Broly merely threw a light, casual punch, and sent this City Lord's Mansion's number one expert, clad in full heavy armor, flying directly.

His upper body embedded into the ceiling; as brick and stone debris fell, his body, like boneless willow catkins, swayed wantonly on the ceiling.

"Lord, wait here for a moment; that guy will be handled by me!"

This time the one stepping out was a Western cowboy character, and he still unilaterally treated Broly as an intruder (though he indeed was one), drawing the pair of double revolvers at his waist and saying a sentence to the middle-aged man beside him.

"High noon has arrived, Death Revolver, monster go die."

This person suddenly leaped out from the corner of the corridor, and in the instant of leaping past the corner, both guns fired 12 shots in rapid succession.

Likewise, without waiting for Broly to say anything, every shot hit his forehead, and moreover, the exact same spot.

"Ow!"

Broly was beaten until it hurt; he raised a hand to cover the center of his brow on his forehead that had been hit, and the lump of yellow brass formed by twelve bullets pressed together was rubbed off his forehead by him.

【As expected of a monster, then eat this move of mine, Twin-Eye Killing Shot!】

The Western cowboy quickly reloaded, once again leaping past the corridor corner, another 12 shots.

This time, Broly was prepared, and instead used his pair of small hands to catch all the bullets shot at him.

"Hey, you guy, don't randomly hit people; if you hit me again, then I'll hit you."

Broly warned; clearly he just came to ask a few things, but the people here were like they'd eaten gunpowder.

【That monster already fears me somewhat; he doesn't dare come over now, I can delay for time!】

The Western cowboy thought thus, reloaded bullets again, and leaped out once more.

"Death Shot!"

Broly grabbed the bullets; this time he wasn't polite, and directly threw them at the forehead of the gunman who had randomly shot at his forehead for the third time.

The Western cowboy hadn't even landed when the back of his head sprayed a cluster of blood flowers, and then, just like a dead fish, he fell to the ground beside him, not moving at all.

"A bunch of guys who don't understand human speech!"

Broly walked over, glanced at the corpse, and complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, that uncle over there, can you understand human speech?"

The two strongest guards by his side dying without even surviving a single move, Marquis Bocil was very sad, but he wasn't sad about his confidant guards dying; he was sad that his past self actually had eyes but no pearls, treating these two idiots with zero ability as experts, and even hiring them at a high price to guard his own safety.

As a result, when real danger was encountered, both men directly bit the dust, yet left him in a dangerous situation.

Marquis Bocil originally wanted to hide under the desk and quietly crawl away, but the assassin attacking him was a dwarf in the shape of a boy; with the other party's height, he didn't even need to bend his waist to see him hiding under the desk.

"I can, I'm a person who especially understands human speech; Lord, do you have any orders?!"

Sweat beading on his forehead, Marquis Bocil forcibly squeezed out some smiles, crawled out, and said to Broly in a fawning, compliant manner.

"Finally met one who can understand human speech; hmm, I want to find your Marquis to ask some things, but don't know where he is; do you know where he is?"

Seeing the man so cooperative, Broly felt somewhat relieved; he had finally encountered someone who could communicate; truly not easy!

Marquis Bocil had already used his peripheral vision to glimpse the corpses filling a corridor; he fundamentally didn't believe Broly's words that he just came to ask questions.

However, the assassin's appearance of not recognizing him made Marquis Bocil's thoughts stir.

"I know; the Marquis is currently in the topmost room of the City Lord's Mansion seeking pleasure; Lord, you only need to go up to the highest level, find the stairway entrance, and the only large bedroom on the left, and you'll find the City Lord's Mansion's Marquis. Lord, I've explained everything; please don't kill me, spare this little one's life."

To survive, after finishing his explanation, Marquis Bocil immediately began kowtowing bang bang bang.

"Eh, this uncle, you don't need to kowtow, because I don't want your life; rest assured, since you didn't make any move to attack me, you are safe."

【I believe your evil; this corridor full of corpses, did every single one attack you?! (Fact: they did)】

Thinking thus in his heart, but Marquis Bocil showed a moved expression on his face, and hurriedly gave thanks.

"Thank you, Lord; thank you, Lord."

"Uncle, walk well; the people in this City Lord's Mansion all have bad tempers; you be careful not to get attacked."

Broly waved goodbye to this kind-hearted guide uncle, then easily leaped up a flight of stairs, heading toward the highest level.

After Broly left, Marquis Bocil wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead; the next moment, he took off running out of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Marquis?"

The young guard saw the man run out and couldn't help but straighten up, salute, and call out.

"Shh, shh, don't be so loud!"

Marquis Bocil's forehead beaded sweat again; he just felt this guard was ignorant.

"Where's my carriage?"

He asked.

"On this side."

The young guard hurriedly pointed the way; the Marquis's dedicated carriage was generally parked in the dedicated parking garage on the right side of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Good; I'm leaving now to mobilize the army; you stay here and delay that assassin inside for me, understand?"

Marquis Bocil said after boarding the carriage.

"Ah, this..."

The young guard was somewhat embarrassed.

"Could it be you can't do it?"

Marquis Bocil's face showed displeasure; in his eyes now, this young guard had also become a guy who didn't faithfully perform his duties.

"No, Marquis, I will do my best."

The young guard hurriedly replied.

"I have high hopes for you, young man. When I return, after leading the Army to wipe out the assassins, you will be the meritorious official who guarded well this time. At that time, I will give you a reward."

Marquis Bosier slapped the young guard's shoulder, and under the young guard's uncontrollable excitement, drove the vehicle away himself.

A reward? Reward my ass. Saying this just now was only to make someone sell their life for him. Once the assassins in the City Lord's Mansion are solved, just watch him not pin a crime of negligence in guarding the gate on that young guard.