Bounty Mercenary Group
Chapter 40 - 40 40 Methods of dealing with garbage

40: Chapter 40: Methods of dealing with garbage 40: Chapter 40: Methods of dealing with garbage “Trash should be treated as trash, that’s what suits their staus,” Villes said, ripping the contract in his hands to shreds, while looking down at him as if he were mere rubbish.

In front of the about-to-explode town leader, he really didn’t care about what kind of attitude this small character in front of him would have.

Whether he was pleased or angry, he was just a small character after all, his fate was already determined, becoming a town leader was the greatest achievement of his life.

So he didn’t stop there; the fragments of the contract were clenched in his hand.

After Villes glanced at him, he set it alight with fire.

A burning fireball appeared in his hand, his white gloves were not damaged at all, but the contract had turned into ashes.

“You bastard.” The town leader gritted his teeth, wishing he could raise his fist right then and strike this fiend in the face.

Unexpectedly to everyone, the guy actually did it!

After his fist was swung, even he himself couldn’t react; only pain came from the fist that was caught.

His outstretched fist was firmly grasped by Villes.

The power of the Blood Clan wasn’t something that could be defeated by brute force, whether it was in terms of speed or strength, this town leader, like a big fat pig, had absolutely no possibility of winning.

This instinctive attack made a glint of icy light flash in Villes’ eyes.

He looked down at this small character in front of him, utterly surprised that he dared to attack him!

Attacking a Glorious Noble was akin to declaring war on the entire family.

Villes saw this as only an unintentional mistake committed by the rash fool in front of him.

But in this world, how many offenses can possibly be forgiven?

Thinking of this, the town leader looked into his eyes only to find them shining red, looking just like a demon’s!

When he attempted to pull back his arm, he found that he couldn’t move at all.

The fist he reached out felt as if it was tightly clamped in a vice, no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain.

The pain transmitted from his firmly held backhand made him nearly lose control of his lower body; he almost urinated on the spot.

At that moment, surrounded by so many onlookers in such a place, he knew that if he really pee’d himself, he would likely become the laughingstock of everyone.

So, no matter how painful, he had to grit his teeth and endure.

This was definitely his inadvertent mistake, driven by the instinct to beat up his own servant who merely followed natural duty.

He was already accustomed to the poor wretches who dare not resist, he reaches out his hand at the slightest dissatisfaction.

But this time, he stirred up a big trouble.

The one he was facing, wasn’t a person who dared not resist!

All that happened here, however, fell into Violet’s eyes.

She leaned against the window of the tower, overlooking the castle below.

In a place where sunlight couldn’t reach, a mysterious curve appeared on her face.

Like admiring a clown, she poured a glass of red wine and held it in her hand to play with.

Pain, unbearable pain, the town leader was certain, if this continues, his hand might be completely useless!

No one would want their palms to be crushed, especially for the town leader.

While struggling, he yelled out loud, “Let me go, you son of a bitch, let me go!”

Villes, who had been as tough as iron, turned his head, suddenly increased the strength in his hand, and threw him violently.

The crisp and loud sound of breaking bones was almost pleasing to the ear.

Anyone who heard this sound would feel a chill down their spine.

Because, no one would want this to happen to them.

The town leader’s body, along with his scream, drew an arc, and fiercely slammed into a house in the distance, crashing through the roof, breaking many roof tiles.

People could only see a black shadow rushing in, then stopping for a moment, and returning to the original place.

Villes threw the town leader out like a rag doll and then dragged him back by the collar.

In broad daylight, he let go of his hand, letting this guy who could barely stand sleep on the ground.

Just when everyone thought it was over he lifted his foot and stepped on his face repeatedly.

The hard sole of his shoe collided with the town leader’s chubby face.

At this moment, the fat on his face successfully played the role of a cushion.

After countless steps, Villes was a little worried if he continued like this, it was very likely he would stomp him to death.

So he stopped the stepping action, but immediately kicked this guy in the groin.

Only the town leader knew how heavy this kick was, he screamed as if his throat was being strangled.

For all male creatures, the most deadly weakness is always that unchanging spot.

Suppressing the pain of the broken hand and face, he shakily touched his lower body.

Except for a piling heap of tender meat, he saw blood smeared on his own hand.

No matter how painful he was, he could forcibly endure it, but considering the tragic future after losing his manhood, he simply passed out.

A maid, who didn’t know whether he was dead or alive, screamed and sat on the ground.

She carefully examined Villes’ expression, then moved next to the town leader.

His face, beaten like a pig, was already swollen, and blood was seeping through the skin.

If previously, he only resembled a fat pig, after Villes’ relentless trampling and beatings, he became a creature that lay somewhere between the two.

With shaking fingers, the maid cautiously detected his breathing and ran towards the gate of the castle.

With her strength alone, it’s impossible to move the town leader, so she went to call the carriage driver to help.

The unconscious town leader, who walked into the castle with his head held high, hadn’t even been there for ten minutes before being carried out.

The leader of the Laborer Guild, who happened to be nearby, saw his fate and suddenly felt cold down below.

He swallowed his saliva as he watched the man who appeared out of nowhere, feeling that he might not get paid after all.

Is this ruthless character the owner of Black Crow Castle?

Watching what was happening in front of them, everyone looked at each other, then they all lowered their heads and continued with their work.