Chapter 232 - Gustavo
The sound of a knock on the door was followed by the hurried entry of the slaves.
They were women who until recently had homes, but now had become widows without husbands or children.
"These are the slaves in their early thirties that I have carefully selected. Even in their twenties, they are well-maintained slaves that won't disappoint you in terms of enjoyment," someone said.
"Hehe, I've always felt that, but Gustavo and I get along well, don't we? I don't even have to say what I want, he already knows and prepares everything. Hehehe."
Dunga-Dunga, with gleaming eyes, rose from his seat and approached one of the women he liked.
"Sniff, hmm."
"......"
Although they smelled the scent of the women's necks as if they were smelling flowers, the women showed no disgust.
They simply stood there like mannequins.
It was necessary.
Any bitterness could lead to their husbands' deaths.
"Oh, are they all obedient like well-trained puppies? Not even frowning."
"That's right. What can we do against force? They know that if they kill their families in front of them, they'll regret it."
"Hehe, isn't this great? I can do whatever I want with other humans."
"How can you call those humans? They are simply unchosen commoners."
"Haha, you're right. We players are the chosen superior humans."
"So, Brazil should adopt the system of slavery soon. Does it make sense for commoners and players to receive the same treatment?"
"Listening to you, you're right. It's a mistake not to take advantage of controlling the country and using slaves... we should take the commoners as soon as we go back. Haha."
Dunga-Dunga, who laughed joyfully just thinking about it, brought the woman he liked and sat her beside him.
"Alright, let's try some of the liquor given to us by the Mexican slave. Follow me!"
"Yes......"
He couldn't complain about serving alcohol to a young man.
Being alive itself was a miraculous situation.
"Hey! What are you doing standing there? You've come from far away, so you should at least offer arm and leg massages."
"Yes......"
Following Gustavo's order, the other women timidly stuck close, hiding their fear.
As they sat on the sofa and received a full-body massage, Dunga-Dunga's expression turned lazy.
"Hehe, is this heaven? I can't thank enough for a treatment I can't even receive in my home country."
"If you're grateful, next time you come, select some slaves from Brazil to send. The younger, the better. Preferably under 14......"
"Oh, is that your preference?"
Gustavo nodded as Dunga-Dunga laughed amusedly.
"Haha! Alright. Since we've received something, we should also give. It's great that our tastes don't match."
"Thank you. Haha."
Gustavo, with a satisfied smile, turned off the television where Black Scythe was on.
As if he didn't want to see anymore.
"Well, shall we talk seriously about business?"
"Of course."
The two discussed their future plans while drinking and sharing the liquor bottle.
"Although we control the media, it's only a matter of time before the coup is revealed. We can't contain the sand slipping through our fingers."
"I acknowledge that. So, we also need measures regarding that."
"How about this? Prepare an alliance to face a possible invasion from other countries. Wouldn't it be powerful if several lawless states like ours united?"
"Mr. Gustavo really has a brilliant mind. Both with the slavery system and this alliance. We couldn't feel safer if we help each other in times of danger."
"This is confidential, but according to the information I've received, there are movements to create independent states in India and China."
"In India and China?"
"Yes. They are planning to create independent states like ours, where military strength is prominent. We also know some of the key pseudonyms."
"Really? That's quite advanced information."
"They are probably monitoring now due to Black Scythe's speech. Deciding whether they should or shouldn't create independent states. It would be good to extend a helping hand first by offering assistance, what do you think?"
"It's really an excellent idea. Is Black Scythe's speech useful in times like this? It gives us a reason to unite. Haha!"
Laughing cheerfully, in the midst of the void, suddenly Dunga-Dunga had an idea.
"Well, isn't there another way?"
"Another way?"
"We don't necessarily have to openly confront Black Scythe, right? It would be even better if we could get him on our side, don't you think?"
"Even so, we lose nothing by trying..."
When Gustavo suddenly got up, the woman who was serving liquor beside him startled and choked.
"It's a bastard who boasts of killing ISIS and publicly challenges us! He's not someone who listens to words..."
Trot-trot-trot-
He felt a cold sensation on the soles of his feet.
Looking down, he saw how the spilled liquor from the bottle the woman had passed, soaked his feet.
"This damn woman!"
Suddenly feeling in a bad mood, Gustavo grabbed the woman's hair and lifted her.
"Aaah!"
"After leaving her alive, can't you even properly serve a damn drink?"
"Oh, it hurts. Please, let me go..."
"Do you dare to talk back about the topic of slaves?"
In the youthful voice full of life, the woman felt overwhelmed.
Although she apologized, she could only think about the pain.
"I'm so sorry. It was my mistake. I'm really sorry..."
As she was thrown, her hair was ripped out from the roots.
"You feel like shit. Come here and lick."
Extending his foot, the woman crawled towards him with tears in her eyes.
It was humiliating, but sincerely, it was a relief that she hadn't been killed.
Just because it was said that a dead person was better than someone unlucky.
But she didn't know.
About the additional rumor that with her as the target, she would become a perverted person.
"No. I'm not interested in that."
Gustavo, cleaning his foot, looked at Dunga-Dunga.
"I'm sorry, but may I make a request?"
"A request?"
"I was thinking of punishing this shameless woman, but as you can see, I'm fond of children."
"Ah."
Dunga-Dunga showed a malicious smile as he immediately understood.
Seeing that, Gustavo also lifted the corners of his lips.
There was no need to respond.
A smile infused with greed, that was enough.
"Does your master want me to punish you? Come here. I'll personally take care of the punishment. Haha."
"Ahh!"
Dunga-Dunga forced the woman to lie on the floor.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."
"Ah, stay still! Won't you hurt yourself if you move wrong?"
Just as Dunga-Dunga was about to strip the woman after taking off her underwear.
Bam!
The door suddenly shattered, and heads instinctively turned towards it.
"Dang it, what...?"
Dunga-Dunga's furrowed brow gradually softened in surprise at being interrupted.
Gustavo's expression wasn't much different.
No wonder, as they recognized the person standing before them.
"Black Scythe...?"
The person who entered was Black Scythe, whom they had seen on television.
For them, who believed that no one would dare to attack them with a missile, this sudden encounter was startling.
"How dare you come here...?"
Before he could finish the sentence.
Bam!
Dunga-Dunga's hefty body was thrown against the wall.
...
Gustavo's expression suddenly changed.
There was no telling how or when he moved.
He couldn't understand it.
He would only recall the scene of Dunga-Dunga being thrown against the wall in the blink of an eye.
"The second-ranking in Brazil, Dunga-Dunga, was defeated in a single blow..."
Gustavo's head snapped rigidly.
"Are you alright?"
"Eh? Y-yeah..."
Black Scythe was lifting a slave who had been under Dunga-Dunga just a moment ago.
Without even paying attention.
'Arrogant. How dare he show me his back?'
He would show that guy he was being careless.
He wanted to summon his weapon to teach him a lesson, but he couldn't do it.
'Huh? Why can't I grasp my weapon?'
He felt no sensation in the palm of his hand.
Gustavo's puzzled expression as he looked down was palpable.
His hand, which should have been there, had disappeared.
"Kyuht!"
He wanted to clutch his wrist at the sudden pain he felt, but his other hand was in the same situation.
Both hands lay cleanly on the floor.
Gustavo couldn't believe what he was seeing.
He was attacked without even realizing it.
It felt unreal.
'What happened? He was showing his back, right?'
"You can't attack just because someone shows their back."
Gustavo was once again surprised to hear Black Scythe's response as if he could read his thoughts.
The guy's shadow seemed to dance, and two dark blades floated in the air.
Not even the sound of the wind being cut was heard.
Thud!
Only the sound of the blades plunging into his knees was heard.
Pluff-
Leaving Gustavo kneeling on the ground, Ryu Min looked at the slaves.
"All of you, get out of here. I have matters to discuss with this guy alone."
People hastily vacated their seats.
"How... these slaves move without hesitation even when I'm here...?"
Perhaps his pride felt wounded, Gustavo shouted.
"Stop! I'll find you and kill you if you ever escape! I'll make sure to remember your face!"
At the threshold, the women hesitated at the threat.
No one in the place could ignore Gustavo's words.
They had already experienced his cruelty to the point of being sick of it.
"Hurry up and come back, you damn bitches!"
When Gustavo pressed, the women looking around tried to return.
But then, Black Scythe stood between them and spoke.
With a calm voice contrasting Gustavo's rage.
"There's no need to come back. Go home without worries. This guy will have a hard time surviving after today."
"Do you think my subordinates around will just stand by? I'll kill any bitch who tries to escape! You'll all die as soon as you step out!"
"Don't worry about that. All nearby players have already been eliminated."
"What?"
Gustavo was more surprised than even the slaves.
"You killed all my subordinates? Is that a lie?"
"Counting, they were a total of 129, right?"
"......"
A silence implying affirmation.
Ryu Min's words were not lies.
"They might decrease the survival number, but it's better not to have uncontrollable trash."
The 129 he had killed before Ryu Min's arrival were all members of the cartel under Gustavo.
They weren't decent players who followed strength, but trash that enjoyed all kinds of crimes and executed them.
Even if their lives were spared, there was no possibility of regeneration, and there was a chance they would cause trouble like loose calves.
It's cleaner and trouble-free to eliminate them beforehand if they can't be controlled.
"You killed my subordinates without making any noise...?"
"It's dangerous, please leave. Leave it to me."
The slaves, alerted by Ryu Min's voice, hurriedly retreated.
In the spacious space, only Ryu Min and Gustavo remained.
"T-This..."
Gustavo, who had been groaning with uncontrollable anger, spoke after a while.
"I'm not sure how you managed to dodge my ambush and get here, but you won't be able to get the information you want. I'm quite reserved. And the same goes for...".
Thud!
Gustavo abruptly stopped in his speech.
Seeing Black Scythe who had stabbed Dunga-Dunga against the wall.
"What...? Are you going to kill me just like that? Weren't you going to interrogate me?"
Hadn't he spared them to get information through interrogation?
"Isn't that so?"
Seeing again the scythe reading his thoughts, Gustavo sent a look of disbelief.
"Are you reading my mind?"
"Yes."
Black Scythe surprisingly admitted it.
Gustavo still wore a shocked expression.
"H-How...?"
"No matter how, you'll soon die anyway, right? What else matters?"
"Aren't you going to extract information from me? Aren't you interested?"
"I'm not curious. I've already read all the necessary information from your mind."
"Then why did you let the slaves go?"
"Go?"
As he spoke, Ryu Min's scythe plunged into Gustavo's heart.
"Crack..."
Ryu Min chuckled at seeing Gustavo, who was groaning and dropping his head.
"It wouldn't be good if someone else killed you."
Ryu Min cleaned up the fallen body to erase any traces.
Then, he took off the mask.
It didn't take long for Gustavo to become him.
"Shall we start recording now?"
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