webnovelvip Chapter 78: He was mistaken for an assassin, so he went on a rampage in the city lord's mansion
Chapter 78: He was mistaken for an assassin, so he went on a rampage in the city lord's mansion
Chapter 78: He was mistaken for an assassin, so he went on a rampage in the city lord's mansion!
Broly didn't understand what was wrong. He had honestly explained his identity and purpose to everyone who came to ask him who he was and what he was doing at the city lord's mansion, but he was attacked by them every time.
However, not understanding doesn't stop Broly from retaliating just as ruthlessly against those who attack him.
Therefore, the commotion inside the city lord's mansion grew louder and louder, and the sight of corpses strewn everywhere confirmed to everyone that an overly arrogant assassin was now openly attacking the city lord's mansion, intending to harm Marquis Bosier, the city lord.
"You dare to assassinate the city lord in broad daylight? Watch me, the heavily armored Jekyll, deal with you."
"Shout this, the number one expert of the city lord's mansion," he roared, and with his superhuman strength and full armor, he charged toward the dwarf assassin.
"Bang!"
Broly simply threw a punch, sending the heavily armored top fighter of Bosil City flying.
The upper body was inserted into the ceiling, and as brick fragments fell, the body swayed freely on the ceiling like a boneless willow catkin.
"Please wait here, sir. I'll handle that fellow!"
This time, a Western cowboy character appears, and he still treats Broly as an intruder (which he is), draws a pair of revolvers from his waist, and says something to the middle-aged man next to him.
"It's high noon, Death Revolver, monster, die!"
The man suddenly leaped out from around the corner of the corridor, and in the instant he passed the corner, he fired 12 shots in quick succession with both guns.
Before Broly could say anything, he was shot in the forehead repeatedly, and in the same spot each time.
"it hurts!"
Broly was in pain from the blows. He raised his hand to cover his forehead where he had been hit, and rubbed the brass lump of twelve bullets that had been pressed together off his forehead.
[As expected of a monster, then take this! I'll shoot you in both eyes!]
The cowboy quickly reloaded, leaped across the corridor corner again, and fired another twelve shots.
This time, Broly was on guard and caught all the bullets with his small hands.
"Hey, you! Don't hit other people randomly. If you hit me again, I'll hit you back."
Broly warned that even though he had only come to ask some questions, the people here were acting like they were on steroids.
That monster is already afraid of me; he doesn't dare come any closer now. I can buy him some time!
Thinking this to himself, the cowboy reloaded his bullets and leaped out.
"Death Shot!"
Broly caught the bullet and, without hesitation, threw it directly at the head of the gunman who was firing wildly at him for the third time.
Before the cowboy even landed, a spray of blood erupted from the back of his head, and he collapsed to the ground like a dead fish, motionless.
"A bunch of idiots who can't understand human language!"
Broly walked over, glanced at the corpse, and began to complain with some dissatisfaction.
"Hey, sir over there, can you understand human speech?"
Marquis Bosier was deeply saddened that his two strongest guards had died without even exchanging a single blow. However, he was not saddened by the deaths of his trusted guards, but rather by his own past folly in having been so blind as to have mistaken these two incompetent idiots for experts and paid them exorbitant sums to protect him.
As a result, when they actually encountered danger, the two of them collapsed and fell to the ground, leaving themselves in a dangerous situation.
Marquis Bossier intended to sneak away under the table, but the assassin who attacked him was a boy-like dwarf. Given the man's height, he didn't even need to bend down to see him hiding under the table.
"Yes, I can understand human speech very well. What are your orders, sir?"
Sweat beaded on his forehead, Marquis Bossier forced a smile as he climbed out and spoke meekly to Broly.
"Finally, I've met someone who can understand human speech. Um, I need to ask your marquis something, but I don't know where he is. Do you know where he is?"
Broly felt relieved to see that the man was so easy to talk to. Finally, he had met someone he could communicate with. It was really not easy!
Marquis Bossier had already caught a glimpse of a corpse in the corridor out of the corner of his eye and didn't believe at all that Broly had come to ask questions.
However, the assassin's act of not recognizing him sparked a thought in Marquis Bosier.
"I know, the Marquis is currently enjoying himself in the room on the top floor of the city lord's mansion. You just need to go up to the top floor and find the only large bedroom on the left side of the staircase, and you will find the Marquis. My lord, I have confessed everything. Please don't kill me, spare my life."
In order to save his life, after explaining what had happened, Marquis Bosir quickly began to kowtow repeatedly.
"Hey, sir, you don't need to kowtow. I'm not afraid of losing my life. Don't worry, since you haven't made any move to attack me, you're safe."
【I didn't believe your nonsense! Did every single one of those corpses in this corridor attack you?! (That's the truth!)】
Thinking this to himself, Marquis Bosier looked moved and quickly thanked him.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
"Take care, uncle. The people in this city lord's mansion are all short-tempered. Be careful not to get attacked."
Broly waved goodbye to the kind old man who had given him directions, then easily jumped up a flight of stairs and headed towards the top floor.
After Broly left, Marquis Bosier wiped the sweat from his brow, and the next moment, he took off running out of the city lord's mansion.
"Your Excellency, Marquis?"
When the young guard saw the man run out, he couldn't help but stand up, salute, and call out to him.
"Shh, shh, don't be so loud!"
Marquis Bossier broke out in a sweat again, feeling that the guard was being inconsiderate.
"Where's my car?"
he asks.
"Over here."
The young guard quickly pointed out the way, explaining that the marquis's private carriage was usually parked in a special parking area on the right side of the city lord's mansion.
"Very well, I'm leaving now to gather troops. You stay here and hold off that assassin inside, understand?"
"That's what the Marquis Bossier said after he boarded the carriage."
"Ah, this..."
The young guard was somewhat troubled.
"Can't you do it?"
Marquis Bossier looked displeased; in his eyes, the young guard had now become a disloyal fellow.
"No, Your Excellency, I will do my best to do so."
The young guard responded quickly.
"I have high hopes for you, young man. When I return and lead the army to wipe out the assassins, you will be the hero who made a contribution to the protection this time, and I will reward you then."
Marquis Bossier patted the young guard on the shoulder, and while the young guard was still excited, he drove off on his own.
Reward? Reward my ass! He just said that to get people to work for him. Once the assassins in the city lord's mansion are dealt with, he'll punish that young guard for negligence.
(End of this chapter)