Chapter 543 - 'Twisted Nature'
I Become Baby Mafia Boss
"You either surrender or die a slow death."
At the Godfatherâs words, the commander almost choked and died on the spot.
Goddammit. Youâre really a maniac!
The commander thought that they could die fast, and thatâs the end. At least they didnât let down their familyâs name. However, the Godfather didnât want to kill them fast.
Wait. He didnât even have the intention to kill. Those who died would only because they lost too much blood. Yet...the Godfather could stop their bleeding so that they wouldnât die...
This man is just pushing us to surrender!
Surrendering to the enemy that attacks your territory was no doubt...something humiliating. No loyal members would do that.
Unfortunately, the commander was a part of the loyal members..., and he didnât want to be humiliated like this!
But killing himself wasnât an option either. He felt so weak that he couldnât even bit his tongue to commit suicide.
"Fck...fck you, Godfather. Y-you...can massacre all of us but why do you have to do...this..."
"Well..." the Godfather slowly descended to Avaâs back and shrugged. "Because a certain Lil brat told this lord not to kill."
!
The commander instantly knew who the Lil brat that the Godfather mentioned.
Isnât it...Ainsley Sloan? Sheâs still a kid yet already have such a vicious plan...
What a demon!
Ainsley, who was watching all of this from the dark space, suddenly felt wronged.
âHello? I never wanted to torture you guys, okay? Itâs just to scare you to retreat...who would have thought that the maniac homicide took my words as âtortureâ ?!â
Ainsley clenched her chest and glared at the screen.
Iâm almost dead giving all the shaman energy for this motherfcked to torture you guys, okay?! Why would I want to keep wasting my energy??
However, the enemy didnât give up yet. Thatâs why Ainsley couldnât kick the Godfather out of her body.
The baby finally felt so frustrated that she pulled her hair and shouted at the Godfather.
[Godfather, can we end the war? Just capture them to be our prisoner or something, ah. I have exhausted almost all of my energy!]
The Godfather paused at Ainsleyâs protest. He looked down at the people crawling on the ground and snorted.
[If thatâs what you want...]
Anyway, itâs been more than 10 minutes. Ainsley might get another identity crisis.
Indeed, right now, the babyâs body accumulated more of the Godfatherâs residual aura, and the sign of identity crisis almost surfaced.
The moment Ainsley and the Godfather resonated with each other, thatâs when Ainsley might get another identity crisis.
Worrying about that, the Godfather sighed and immediately lifted his right hand.
"All troops. Capture all these mongrels. Donât let even a single of them died from suicide."
Ainsleyâs troops, who didnât have anything to do because the Godfather was flexing his ability, instantly flared up.
"Yes, boss!"
The youngsters were pumped up as they rushed to drag the enemies and tie them like a sack or something.
In the first place, the enemies were already weak and dying. Thus, when Ainsleyâs troops came to get them, they couldnât resist and could only try to commit suicide.
Being a war prisoner was even more embarrassing than dying in the hands of others!
Unfortunately, the youngsters from the Sloan Family were too excited for their first âbattleâ. When they spotted anyone trying to commit suicide, they would instantly knock them off.
BAM! SLAP! KATCHAK!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Oh, no...some youngsters broke the prisonerâs legs or arms to prevent them from running away...
Ah, someone hit the back of the prisonerâs neck. Eh, did someone just slap the poor commander?
The Sloan Family troops were instantly busy handling the prisoners, and Ainsley could only watch them with a bitter smile.
[In the end, it seems that we are the one who solves the trouble...ah, I mean we fight alone.]
[Hmm. Itâs just this one time, though. And these youngsters are still untrained. When you go back to the estate, make sure you train them hard.]
The Godfather rubbed his forehead as he looked around the field.
The previously brown ground had turned crimson red, and many blood icicles were still embedded in the enemiesâ bodies.
Looking at the battlefield alone, everyone knew that the Godfather had obviously dominated the whole battle.
â...it seems that this lord went too far...â
The Godfatherâs lips twitched as he beckoned his fingers and guided all the blood spilt on the battlefield into the blood bank inside the storage necklace.
Ainsley didnât know since when the Godfather prepared a whole bathtub for human blood storage...
But when she saw the bathtub inside the storage necklace, she didnât know whether to laugh or cry.
âCâmonnnn you canât possibly store ALL of the blood, right? What are you? A vampire??â
Unfortunately, even when Ainsley told the Godfather not to store that much blood, the young man refused to obey her.
[Carrying blood everywhere is good since you donât know when you will need another AOE skill before your enemies bleed.]
With that reasoning, the Godfather happily collected the blood on the battlefield.
Even when he refrained from killing anyone, his love for blood was still there...
"Hum, hum." The Godfather whistled as his blood boiled inside his vein.
Seeing so much blood pouring into the storage necklace just triggered his bloodthirst.
Ahhhh, when can this lord kill people? Just wounding them to the point of dying isnât fun.
The Godfatherâs twisted nature slowly showed up. His golden pupils reddened a bit, and his breath paced up.
Hmmm, itâs okay to kill the commander, right? Or some stubborn prisoners...
The Godfatherâs bloodthirsty nature unknowingly affected Ainsleyâs soul.
The baby was just watching the Godfather cleaning the battlefield when her heart suddenly jolted.
Ba-thump! Ba-thump!
[UGHHH!]
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