The Harem King 152 Chapter 152

"What about her kids?! How would her daughters live, now that you've taken away their mother?! YOU f.u.c.kING MURDERER!" the b.i.t.c.h responded.

She was so lost in her sorrow that she could never any more compose a sound reply whatsoever. Not that i cared. I twiddled a card on the stack i held.

The fluttering pictures ranged from one depiction to the next until i found a suitable image to show. It was of a crying woman who was held in the calm embrace of another lady.

I was pleased to see this one and my pleasure was not hidden in the least towards the silent audience before me.

"BANG!" a forehead crushed the solid wooden floors on the establishment.

"PLEASE FORGIVE MY FRIEND'S WORDS, G.o.d OF THE HEAVENS!" a man uttered in a loud roar and without even waiting for my reply, he stood up and ran towards the woman under the spotlight.

"PAAAAAAAA!" a stinging sound was heard ringing once before the resulting cras.h.i.+ng of a hard object that demolished tables, chairs, and even other patrons on the game house.

The man was not even content on that feat alone. He rushed forward and pulled the woman up, only to give her a balancing slap on her other exquisite cheek.

"PAAAAAAAA!" There was no mercy in the man's slaps and the object of his penalty even somersaulted in midair before she collapsed in a sorry posture after another bout of wreckage in her wake.

"PLEASE FORGIVE MY FRIEND'S WORDS, G.o.d OF THE HEAVENS!" the man repeated his words and actions in the past.

At this time, his face was a mask of blood as he hammered his head unto the hard floors.

"BANG!" one.
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"BANG!" two.

"BANG!" and a third time.

"LET ME PUNISH HER IN YOUR STEAD, G.o.d OF THE HEAVENS!"

"DON'T LET YOUR HANDS BE STAINED WITH THE BLOOD OF THE UNWORTHY! PLEASE!" the man shouted and pleaded at the same time.

It was fun to watch someone wise, stand among these group of fools for a change. Indeed, it surprised me to see someone sacrifice himself for the benefit of another.

And perhaps even attract my ire in the process.

"Very well. You may go and take the b.i.t.c.h with you. Don't spare a strike or i might have to come back and..." i paused and smiled eerily at the man.

"...you won't like what i'll do to the two of you at that time. So you must impress me, mortal."

I turned around and looked towards a specific spot in the area, at an elevation that laid quiet after all the commotions i caused.

"Bring all your gold out and save not a single tin can." i said to the silent listeners on the second floor. But nothing resounded thereafter. I was ignored, a position which i immensely despise.

"Or do you want me to personally get it beneath all of your mangled corpses?" i announced and began proceeding towards the path upstairs.

It seemed like there shall be more bodies added to the list of death counts for today. I breathed deep and antic.i.p.ated some more pest control later on.

"Wait for me, Bunny!"

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