Bounty Mercenary Group
Chapter 47 - 47 47 Battle Second Part

47: Chapter 47: Battle (Second Part) 47: Chapter 47: Battle (Second Part) Once, I had a classmate who was not only better in academics than me but also had bigger fists.

I couldn’t beat him, so I could only endure his beating until one day I fought back.

Can you guess what my teacher said?

He told me, those who are pitiful must have something hateful about them.

It was his fault for hitting me, but it was wrong of me to hit him back.

So I picked up my stool and smashed it on that bastard’s head.

Fight back?

I intended to do more than just fight back!

She spoke softly, squinting as she spoke as if she was telling a bedtime story.

However, the mercenaries lying on the ground did not find these soft words comforting.

To them, this seemed like a horror story!

“So from that time, I, Violet, swore I would no longer be a good girl but a bad one.

Now tell me, how do you think a bad person should deal with you all?”

“Well, I bet that you won’t be able to guess.

Maybe you’ll even say that I am bullying you.

So, I’ll give you a clue.”

“Were you guys talking about…

pinning me down and doing it with me?!”

Arriving at this point, Violet appeared interested, clasping her hands and tilting her head.

“Since your fists are not bigger than mine, does that mean I should be the one doing it to you?”

In an instant, the sturdy men in the mud turned pale as if they had already foreseen the events that were about to take place.

This was a question that Violet had been pondering for a long time.

If a man forces a woman, serving only three years in jail seems too mild.

Long, long ago, the ancient Babylonian king Hammurabi once said.

“An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye.”

Violet snapped her fingers, and the undead swiftly broke all four limbs of these mercenaries.

She turned and walked into the castle, leaving these men outside, calling out in despair.

She doesn’t represent justice and doesn’t speak of order.

She just wants to peacefully manage her small world in this chaotic world.

Is it wrong to be beautiful?

Can this gang just humiliate me because they can’t stand me?

Sadly, they lacked the power to, yet dared to gather, thinking they were mighty, eh?

Rather than striking back, Violet didn’t mind smiting their faces harshly!

Indeed, they couldn’t lift a finger against her because they truly lacked the guts to do so.

Thus, Violet wouldn’t kill them!

Just let these guys recline at the castle gate, bask in joy for one whole day under everyone’s gaze, and then live happily forever after.

Perhaps they would realize that as long as it brings about this forbidden thrill, even a man can do so, right?!

At this thought, Violet couldn’t help but once again cover her heart.

Even she had to refrain from being moved by her own fearless spirit!

“What an attitude.

This is how you uphold the law!” Just like an elf singing in the legends, she tiptoed round and round in place, released a leisure sigh, and entered the castle looking helpless.

Why does no one know about the power of order in this world?!

It seems there’s still so much for her to do in this world!

Perhaps establishing a harmonious, blissful, and socialist country might be a good plan.

Violet frowned, pondering seriously.

She hadn’t expected that this random thought would possess such a significant power.

In the future, standing resolutely on the principle of legal rules, Violet unintentionally embarked on a journey to conquer the world.

But these are all stories for later.

After enduring a long stretch of humiliation, the undead faithfully obeyed their master’s orders.

They released the mercenaries but held onto the town leader.

The unfortunate fellow, though not as rude as the others, also experienced the nightmare of having his dignity violated by skeletal remains.

When he was thrown into the dungeon, he had already come off his nerves and lost all his intimidating aura.

On receiving this news, Violet seemed surprised but smiled and thought that it would work out well this way.

Now that he’s already gone crazy, he won’t think of running away.

As long as they feed him well, he’ll definitely be obedient.

By then, if someone were to get him, and he’s dressed in new clothes and pulled out from the dungeon, he’ll be as good as new.

As for whether the man’s still in possession of his, well…

After all, nobody would pull down his pants to check if he’s still got that thing, right?

So, after ensuring that the odd-job guys don’t starve him, Violet didn’t bother to think more about him.

Because next up, it’s her turn to take what’s rightfully hers!

After a messenger was sent to inform the Mercenary Guild down the hill, the butler, hearing of the live erotic show that Violet had held at the castle gate, couldn’t contain his trembling.

He understood that a person like Violet would certainly bear a grudge!

Without any hesitation, he handed over twenty thousand gold coins personally.

Apart from the little surprise, Violet had no other reaction.

Although these twenty thousand coins may seem a plot, in reality, after a thousand was given to the leader of the Laborers Guild, the remaining coins vanished in no time without any major spending.

When she looked at the last coin remaining before her, she felt that something was not quite right.

After spending a night pondering in her spacious office, she suddenly struck her head as the first light of dawn beckoned, and realized she had four to five hundred people under her.

This number was enough to wage a small war!

And these innocent faces had been freeloading off for a month!

They hadn’t done a thing but had been eating for a whole month!

With this realization, Violet’s face turned ugly.

She leaned back on her chair and screamed out the first thing in the morning, waking numerous mercenaries!

“My money!

My glittering darlings!

You all died such unjust deaths!”