Chapter 98: Buying Freedom

"Hill's Younger Brother!"

The boy was kicked unconscious, and Hill's parents thought their son had been killed.

He climbed up and angrily charged at Broly.

"Ugh—"

And once again, unsurprisingly, the two of them took one of Broly's controlled-strength punches and both knelt down clutching their stomachs at the same time.

"Don't be angry, your son is still alive."

Broly only said this after he finished hitting them; he clearly could have said it in advance, but he didn't do so.

The couple kneeling with their arms around their bellies, after crawling over to confirm their son still had breath, had their emotions stabilize.

They reverted to the look of ordinary citizens facing a powerful figure, meekly and continuously apologizing.

"The matter of the clothes is settled, but now I want to talk to you about something else, how much money?"

"What how much money?"

"I want to buy your daughter's personal freedom from this terrible family of yours, how much money is needed?"

"Ah, this……"

"We won't sell our daughter……"

Hill's parents replied meekly.

"Nahashu."

Broly shouted once, and Nahashu hurriedly ran over.

"Big Brother!"

"Throw money."

"Throw how much?"

"First throw a Damu's amount."

Nahashu nodded, then took out several stacks of banknotes from the box he carried with him and threw them on the ground.

"Is this money enough to buy your daughter's personal freedom?"

Broly pointed at Hill and asked her parents.

Wealth moves the heart; looking at the money before them, for Hill's parents to say they weren't moved would be a lie.

Just the matter of taking money to sell their daughter…… eh, it seems that was exactly what they originally intended to do.

No matter who the daughter is sold to, it's still selling.

With money, would they still be afraid they couldn't find a good wife for their son in the future? Besides, could they even refuse the terrifying boy before them?

"No matter what, Hill is still my daughter……"

"Add money."

"Although we have neglected her somewhat, we still love her."

Seeing money was added, Hill's parents made eye contact and spoke again.

But these words disgusted Broly; Broly didn't waste words, directly picking up a stack of money from the ground.

"Eh, why did you take the money away?"

Broly didn't want to speak, and took away another stack; one stack was roughly ten thousand.

And in just the time of a single sentence, another ten thousand was reduced, causing Hill's parents to feel extremely pained.

"No……"

The woman still wanted to say something, but the man beside her, who had realized what the situation was, covered her mouth.

"Deal done, deal done!"

He shouted this with his mouth, and only when he saw Broly didn't take away any more money did he let go of his wife's mouth.

"This money is ours now, Hill is handed over to you."

The man pounced on the money, as if this money was more important than his daughter; the fact was indeed so.

"Now, you don't have to worry about your parents selling you to someone else; go pack your things, and then leave here."

Broly arrived before Hill and said to this girl who was still somewhat dazed.

"Eh, oh."

Hill's reflex arc was a bit long; only now did she react to the fact that she had been sold by her parents.

But she had no objection; accustomed to submitting, she subconsciously walked toward the room.

"Hill, you pack your things, I'll help you."

Hua Ling hurriedly followed; she had something to ask her friend. "You just watched that kid, and bought you from your parents' hands like that?"

After arriving at the room, Hua Ling asked Hill.

"Is there a problem with this?"

The things belonging to her in this home were not many; besides some clothes, there were just some books, and they were quickly packed up.

"Hill, we are people, not objects that can be bought and sold at will."

"But even if he doesn't buy me, I'll still be sold to someone else by my parents in the future; rather than being sold to someone else, isn't it better to be sold to that kid who is comparatively more tolerant of me?"

Hua Ling was left speechless; she helped Hill carry the not-much luggage out, her heart still somewhat worried that her friend, after being bought by that dangerous kid who had displayed strange power, might encounter some mishap.

Don't look at how the boy is tolerant toward Hill, but there's a saying: knowing the face but not the heart; who knows what the boy is like behind the scenes.

Perhaps, it might be just like her own scum ex-boyfriend, who when he had no money wanted to force her to go to Flower Street to earn money for him to spend.

A beast-hearted bastard in human skin.

"This is money."

Leaving Hill's home, arriving at the fork in the road, Broly asked Nahashu for a sum of money and handed it to the glasses-wearing girl following behind him.

"Hey, why are you giving me money?"

Hill looked at the money bag handed to her, looking a bit at a loss at Broly.

"I left you homeless; this money is compensation for you to eat and find a place to live."

"But haven't you already bought me?"

"I merely helped buy out your personal freedom from your parents."

"Wasn't it to buy me back as a wife?"

"You're still a free person now."

"Then I don't have to become your wife?"

The naturally airheaded girl was confused and asked directly.

"That's something you should consider yourself; if you're willing to come do it then do it, if not then forget it."

Broly turned his head away, because of Hill, a portion of memory information had been added to his consciousness, that portion of information made his emotions like waves, rising and falling unpredictably.

It seemed he helped Hill break free from her terrible original family to gain freedom, but this was actually also him letting the negative emotions in his consciousness obtain release.

So, he wouldn't take this kind of help to demand the other party do anything, for example become his wife.

Still that saying, a forcibly twisted melon isn't sweet and doesn't quench thirst; a wife without Happiness Value has no Meaning to him.

Broly called his partners and left; at the fork in the road, Hill and Hua Ling carrying bundles, both hadn't quite reacted yet.

"Lingling, it seems I wasn't bought away."

"I saw."

At this moment, the steamed bun hair girl felt a bit ashamed, only feeling she was too small-minded.

"Then what should I do now?"

Hill was a bit bewildered.

If she was bought away, things would be simple, just need to follow the person who bought her away.

But this current situation, she who had no opinions of her own, instead didn't know where she should go.

"My home is still quite big; if you temporarily don't know where to go, why not temporarily come live at my home."

"Eh, won't that cause you trouble?"

"Would the trouble you cause me daily be any less if you didn't live at my home?"

"Ah, sorry!"

"Just joking; I know you didn't mean it, so I don't blame you."

Hua Ling touched Hill's head, and led this temporarily homeless friend back to her home.

"Big brother, what are you doing kowtowing on the bed?"

In the evening, Luosang who had come out after showering, looked at Broly in the room smashing his head against the bed, and couldn't help but ask.

"Luosang, I have some regrets!"

"Eh?"

(Chapter End)