Midnight.
Earl Bourkee was walking inside the empty Slum area and was looking around, trying to find Crook.
His eyes then fell on a figure sitting on the chair with an elegant posture, since it was dark, he couldn’t see who it was, however, he had a hunch.
“Crook?”
He questioned.
“…”
However, there was no answer.
“Crook you old fart, is it you?” Bourkee questioned again, however, there was no answer.
Bourkee’s face twitched in annoyance.
“First! You dare try to frame me with a fake letter, then you dare to call me here and now that I am here, you don’t even dare to speak!?
Do you think this is a joke!?
You old bastard! Apologize to me this inst-”
Bourkee cursed as he walked towards Crook however after he got close, he paused.
It wasn’t Crook.
Rather, it was a beautiful black-haired woman who was looking at him with a cold smile on her face.
“Felberta Alveye…”
[0)ᴠʟ Brourkee recognised this woman in an instance.
He has rarely seen any woman who is as beautiful as Felberta after all. .
“Bourkee, I heard your child has been bullying my child for quite a while now.”
Felberta muttered with a small smile on her face.
Bourkee’s face twitched when he noticed how she was calling him disrespectfully, however, a small smile appeared on his face and he shook his head,
“Oh really? I thought it was just a few children playing together as friends. Didn’t seem like bullying to me.”
“Stop this nonsense, I don’t care how you see this situation.
I want your children to stop what they are doing.”
Felberta warned in a threatening tone however, Bourkee did not feel threatened at all.
Rather, he just chuckled,
“Oh, I do have a way we can stop this.”
“What?” Felberta questioned.
“How about our children become brothers? This way, let alone bullying, your son would even be protected by my son in the Academy.
What do you think?”
Bourkee questioned with a meaningful smile on his face.
The meaning of his words was clear.
Suddenly, a small smile appeared on Felberta’s face,
“So you are admitting that your son bullies my son, correct?”
Bourkee smiled as well,
“It is not my son’s fault that your son is weak and doesn’t have a good background.
Actually, even if my son doesn’t bully him, someone else will, this is how status work, Felberta.
This is why I am offering you,
Become mine and let alone your son, even you would live a fulfilling life.”
Suddenly, Felberta sighed,
“I have no clue how idiotic people like you become nobles in this kingdom,
The future of this Kingdom seems bleak.”
“Huh?” Bourkee frowned.
“Think about this, you idiot,
You were sent a letter that could potentially destroy your house.
You were then called to deserted slums by the man who sent you that letter.
There you see that instead of that man, there was a woman who seemed to be sitting and waiting for you.
Then, the woman talks about how your child is bullying hers and how do you reply?
You threaten her to become yours?
Are you that braindead?
Don’t you find this situation weird at all?”
Felberta questioned and Bourkee’s frown deepened,
“In all honestly, if I were you, I would have tried to act a bit more mature,
‘Alright, I will talk to my son about it.’
‘Alright, I will make sure that my son stops.’
‘What? Does he bully your son? I didn’t know, don’t worry, I will punish that bastard accordingly and I deeply apologize for everything he did.’
Any of answers like these would have been better but you…” A cold smile then appeared on Felberta’s face as she glared at Bourkee,
“You just decided to fuck up huh?”
Bourkee, however, wasn’t intimidated, rather, he just smiled,
“You are wrong,
This is not foolishness, Felberta.
This is confidence.
I am confident that someone like you doesn’t have enough influence and power to harm me.”
Bourkee then pointed at those 10 men behind him and smiled,
“They are all Master Stage Cultivators, Felberta.
Master Stage Cultivators.
Surprised right?
Didn’t think that I had so many Master Stage Cultivators working under me, did you?”
Felberta sighed even more now,
“Arrogant and foolish…
Out of all the combinations you could choose, you chose the worse one huh…”
Felberta sighed and then, she pointed at Bourkee’s men.
Bourkee frowned, he then turned around to look at his men and then, Felberta’s voice sounded in his ears,
“However, this is good for me, now I can punish you as much as I want without any guilt whatsoever.
Welcome to Hell, Earl Bourkee.”
At the same time, Bourkee’s eyes widened in surprise when a dagger covered in blood came out of his strongest subordinate’s chest.
At the same time, a few more figures wearing black clothes appeared and started attacking and killing Bourkee’s subordinates.
With the Assassins getting the first hit, Bourkee’s subordinates stood no chance against well-trained assassins, within just 1 minute,
All 10 of them were dead.
The all-strong Master Stage Cultivators that Bourkee was so proud of were slaughtered without even a chance to fight back.
Bourkee’s eyes widened in horror.
He was fucked!
He knew it!
His brain then worked quickly, he turned around trying to grab Felberta,
She must be the leader, if he captures the leader, he might have a chance to get out of this situation alive.
However, after he turned around, he noticed two individuals standing in front of him, they wore the same black-coloured clothes that those assassins wore however, the aura they released was far stronger.
Bourkee then noticed that Felberta was already standing far away from him and was looking at him with a cold look on her face.
“Do not kill him.”
She ordered.
Bourkee smiled.
“Cut his arms.”
She ordered.
Bourkee’s smile died.
“Do not do it in one go,
Start from his fingers.
Make it as painful as possible.
Also, while you are at it,
Slice his filthy dick as well.”
Felberta ordered and Bourkee’s face paled in sheer horror.
“As you command, Lady Felberta.”
“AAGGGHHHHH!!”
Bourkee’s screams were echoed in the deserted slums.