Chapter 881

Broly has transmigrated to quite a few worlds and met all sorts of people, but Zenier is the first guy he's ever run into who appreciates feces.

However, after interacting with him and learning that this person merely appreciates the shape of feces and doesn't have a peculiar fondness for the real thing, Broly still barely accepted this personal aesthetic taste that he didn't know was ahead of its time or behind the times.

"Only those who eat well, sleep soundly, and have healthy bodies can produce perfectly shaped poop. What do you think, Mr. Broly?"

"There is some logic to that."

"You actually accept my taste?!"

"I'm just telling the truth."

""

Back in the Six-Faced World, Broly had seen some hunters or physicians who could judge the physical condition of the individual who excreted the feces through the feces.

It's just that Broly didn't show a contemptuous attitude toward Zenier's taste, yet this moved Zenier a bit: "Normally no one is willing to discuss the topic of feces with me, let alone agree with what I say."

Zenier took Broly as a feces-friend, pulling him along wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk about his own aesthetic vision that transcends the era.

"Let's talk business instead. I still have to go to other places later."

However, Broly interrupted this enthusiastic Z-City richest man who wanted to sell him on the appreciation of feces.

"Oh, alright. What I mean is, I'll cover the entire sponsorship fee for the beauty pageant, while Mr. Broly only needs to hang your name on the sponsor organizer column."

"Of course, I definitely won't damage your reputation. In the scoring of participants, we will absolutely achieve the same fairness and impartiality as the beauty pageants you've held before."

"And my only requirement is to push my personal artistic aesthetic taste to the masses."

Saying this, the blond explosion-haired, somewhat plump Zenier picked up a feces-shaped throw pillow from the sofa.

"If that's the case, then I definitely have no problem."

Broly's purpose in sponsoring and organizing the beauty pageant is to gather a crowd to make it easier to find the capture targets whose whereabouts are unknown, while Zenier's purpose in cooperating with him isn't to do anything bad, but to export his own strange aesthetic taste to society. This point has no influence on Broly whatsoever.

"The only question is, where do you plan to cooperate with me in holding the aesthetic pageant?"

"Naturally, Z-City."

"Only Z-City?"

"Uh, what do you mean by that?"

"I don't mean anything else. You want the world to acknowledge your unique aesthetic taste, but are those so-called masses limited only to the ordinary people of Z-City?"

"Then what do you mean?"

"If we're doing it, let's do it big. I'll lend my name, you put up the money. In every other city that hasn't held a beauty pageant yet, hold a beauty pageant. What does Mr. Zenier think?"

"Ah, Mr. Broly, you truly understand me. When I only wanted to popularize the feces aesthetic taste in Z-City, you want to promote this aesthetic taste to other cities.

This project, I, Zenier, will invest in. You lend your name, I put up the money. You pursue beauty, I pursue the acceptance of feces aesthetics by ordinary people. We'll both have a wonderful future!"

Zenier directly agreeing like this made Broly swallow back the words he wanted to use to persuade the other party to help him organize a few more beauty pageants.

"Then it's settled like this?"

"It's settled like this."

"The young lady next to you should be your secretary, right? Butler, give my private contact info to this secretary young lady."

"When the time comes, Mr. Broly, whichever city you want to hold a beauty pageant in, just give me a call and I'll immediately arrange the sponsorship fee and everything else for you."

"Yes, Master."

The old butler acknowledged and came before Mosquito Girl.

"This secretary young lady, this is my master's private contact phone number."

The butler took out a gilded business card from his bosom and handed it over.

【Secretary, me?】

Mosquito Girl was a bit dazed, but still extended her mosquito hand from her loose cloak clothes and clamped the gilded business card the other party handed over.

"Monster?!"

Seeing this, the surrounding bodyguards instantly tensed up.

"Don't move. What are you doing?"

"Master Zenier, this is a monster."

"So what if she's a monster? Mr. Broly is no ordinary person. Having a beautiful monster young lady by his side, what's there to make a fuss about?"

Zenier looked at Mosquito Girl's exquisite human face and scolded the bodyguards who had tensed up beside him.

"Now, all of you put away your weapons. Don't lose your manners in front of Mr. Broly!"

The bodyguards looked at each other. Some put away their weapons, while others looked toward Sonic.

"With me here, no one can harm the employer. What are you worried about? Do you not believe in my strength?"

Hearing this, those bodyguards who hadn't directly put away their weapons finally retracted them.

"Mr. Broly, apologies. My people overreacted a bit.

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Zenier apologized.

"It's fine."

Broly didn't mind. These bodyguards' reactions are actually the normal reactions ordinary people in this world should have when facing monsters.

"To express my apology, at noon I'll have the chef make a big meal to treat the two of you. I wonder if Mr. Broly would be willing?"

"Sure————wait, your big meal wouldn't happen to include your unique poop aesthetic, would it?"

Broly was just about to agree but suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked.

"Uh, there are some————"

"Specifically which ones?"

"Diarrhea poop sticky sauce, solid chocolate poop, accumulated food in abdomen poop————"

Hearing the horrifying dish names bursting from Zenier's mouth, even Broly lost his appetite a bit.

"I actually have other matters to attend to in Z-City and cannot stay longer. I appreciate your kindness, Zenier, but as for dining, there's no need."

Even though Zenier said those were only made in the shape of feces and not actually made with real feces, Broly still firmly refused to stay here and dine.

Broly took Mosquito Girl and hurriedly left Zenier's home, wanting to fly, only to discover Mosquito Girl had a silly, delighted look.

"What's wrong, Mosquito Girl?"

He looked over in puzzlement and asked.

"That guy said I'm a pretty mysterious being miss~"

Mosquito Girl's face was full of a beaming, delighted expression.

"Just being praised as pretty makes you this happy? Is your happiness threshold a bit too low?"

"So you think I'm not pretty?"

The delight on Mosquito Girl's face vanished, she straightened her face and asked him.

"I didn't say that. Your looks aren't bad, I quite like them.

It's just the mosquito hands and feet that I can't quite appreciate.

They're a bit too thin; even when eating, it's somewhat inconvenient to hold things."

Broly spoke the truth.

Mosquito Girl fell somewhat silent.

What Broly said was fact; previously, if it was just bloodsucking, she could manipulate mosquitoes to do it for her.

How her own hands and feet were didn't actually affect anything.

But now eating normal food, her own mosquito-like hands were indeed chicken ribs.

"Broly————"

"Hm?

"

"If my hands and feet could become human hands and feet, would you like me more?"

"No."

"?"

"I already like you very much right now, no matter what your hands and feet are like."

Mosquito Girl: ".

The loose cloak on her body fluttered with a whistling sound, fanned by the wings behind her back that were unconsciously flapping.

"How about it, Mosquito Girl, are you willing to be my external wife in this world, knowing that I actually have many other wives in other worlds, and that in the time after this world, I will also continue searching for capture targets who can become wives?"

Broly very suddenly invited the Mosquito Girl beside him; these days of getting along, he quite liked this Mosquito Girl who would cling to him.

Mosquito Girl's exquisite human mature woman face reddened a bit, the wings behind her fanning so hard they nearly flipped the cloak on her body off, she stammered out her reply: "If you need me to repay your life-saving grace in this way————"

"Then what if I say I don't plan to repay kindness with enmity against you, but want to hear the answer from your heart's most real thoughts?"

Broly asked curiously.

"Ah, you this bad Eye of the Mind guy, really so hateful!"

Though she said that, Mosquito Girl flew over.

She embraced Broly's neck, her red lips kissing his side face.

Directly using action to express her willing attitude.

"Mosquito Girl, wait, I need you to answer me one more time."

Just as Broly was creating a Mosquito Girl figure in the Crystal Palace, Zenier's side also received intelligence that the Peach Garden Gang rioters were coming this way.

"This is bad, Broly just left, he wouldn't have run into those rioters, would he?"

Compared to worrying about his own safety issue of being targeted by the Peach Garden Gang, Zenier was even more worried about the safety issue of Broly, who was willing to chat about feces topics with him.

"Although I generally don't do things outside of employment, this time I can make an exception."

", Sonic, are you willing to lend a hand?"

"Hmph————"

The feminine-looking youth shinobi gave a light hmph, his figure disappearing from the room, no one seeing clearly how he left.

"This is Zenier's home, we didn't get it wrong this time, right?"

"Definitely didn't get it wrong, Hammerhead boss."

"Good, you two over there, you came out of Zenier's home, could it be you're Zenier's family?"

Hammerhead stepped forward, questioning the man and woman opposite.

"We're not Zenier's family, just his partners."

Due to not being clear what this group of bald heads came to do, Broly answered the other party's question.

"Partners? So you two are rich people too?"

Hammerhead's gaze sharpened.

"We're so poor we only have money for a few days of meals, does that count as rich?"

Mosquito Girl asked somewhat curiously.

"So you two are also poor people oppressed by the rich?"

Hammerhead's gaze softened.

"In that case, don't know if you two want to join our Peach Garden Gang?

As long as you two join, and are willing to guide us inside Zenier's home.

After we take down Z-City's richest man Zenier, we'll also give you two a share of the money!"

Hearing this, Broly froze for a moment, then asked: "So, are you guys ultimately armed wage claimers, or violent robbers?"

"What violent robbery? We're merely representatives of the poor who refuse to work, here to distribute the rich's unreasonable surplus wealth extracted from the poor!"

Ding Tou Chui spoke with righteous conviction.

Of course, this was just a nominal excuse to rally manpower.

His true purpose, naturally, was to become a rich person himself.

"So, you baldies are the rioter group wanting to attack Zenier.

, Broly hadn't voiced an opinion yet when a gale blew in.

Speed-o'-Sound Sonic's figure appeared before the Peach Garden Gang.

"Who are you?"

"I am the bodyguard Zenier hired at great expense, and also the one who will soon solve you overestimating-your-capabilities rioters.

""

"Turns out you're just a rich man's running dog. Brothers, let this guy know our Peach Garden Gang's power."

"Okay, Boss Ding Chui Tou." A baldy answered, then stepped forward to tell Sonic: "You skinny dog, kneel and surrender now and it's not too late.

Otherwise, this grandpa will let you know the fate of being a rich man's dog. Hmph, one punch from me and I'll turn you into a dead dog————?!"

The trash talk wasn't finished when the bald man who stepped forward had his skull fly straight into the sky.

Sonic seemed to just be passing by; he didn't look back at the fallen headless corpse, continuing toward the other Peach Garden Gang members.

Behind them, Broly was somewhat surprised; the other's sword and body technique were both quite fast — placed in the Six-Faced World, he'd probably also be a Sword Saint of not-weak strength.

【First take these small fry to warm up; once they're dealt with, I'll come test your level————】

Sonic's figure shuttled among the Peach Garden Gang's baldies; this person sliced bald heads on one hand, and thought in his heart on the other.

And his volunteering to solve this group of rioters who hadn't yet invaded Zenier's home wasn't out of kindness; it was because just now when they met, he sensed a strong death threat from Broly.

【If it's just an illusion, fine; but if it's not an illusion, then let me test just how dangerous the guy who can make me feel a death threat really is!】

All martial arts under heaven, only speed cannot be broken; facing the extremely fast Sonic, the Peach Garden Gang — a mob relying only on combat suits to act fierce — soon fell in large swathes.

Seeing the situation turn bad, Ding Chui Tou tried to flee, but was pierced in the back of the head by a shuriken; Sonic thought he was dead and walked toward Broly.

"Alright, the troublesome guys are dealt with. Next————"

Sonic hadn't finished speaking when he saw Broly raise his hand.

"Your flying dart didn't kill that baldy; he's escaping————"

"What?"

Turning back, Sonic just happened to see Ding Chui Tou disappearing around the street corner.

"Damn it, you stay here and don't leave; I'll go settle that guy and be right back."

The blunder made Sonic feel humiliated; leaving those words for Broly, he rapidly gave chase.

"No, are you trying to be my father?"

Broly watched the other's disappearing back and subconsciously retorted.

"So we stay here?"

Mosquito Girl asked.

"The other party probably meant to say we're safe — that kind of nutrition-less talk; no need to wait for him here."

Broly said this, then took Mosquito Girl and flew off, directly leaving Z-City.

And Sonic also failed to catch Ding Chui Tou; instead he encountered Saitama, who worried about his bald image and was also implicated by those Peach Garden Gang baldies, angrily running over to clean up the Peach Garden Gang and co., and under Saitama's raised fist, successfully experienced the feeling of becoming a true solitary-testicle warrior.

"Saitama, right? You wait for me; I'll definitely bitterly train ninja arts and come back to take revenge on you!"

"Oh, then do your best. By the way, do you really not need me to call an ambulance for you?"

"N-o, n-e-e-d————"

Sonic, having taken a critical hit to the groin, leaned on the wall and walked away somewhat trembling-fearfully.

At this moment, his mind no longer held Broly's figure; rather, it was occupied and filled by Saitama's figure.

Saiyan charm crushing defeat.

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