The 31st Piece Turns The Tables (PART 1)

Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Chunks of meat from what used to be Manhã were scattered throughout the room.

As the disturbing sound of splattering human meat filled the room, the gang members from the garden came rushing in.

In front of Seol stood Marcelo's group, while gang members blocked the path behind him.

"Who is he?!"

"Wh-what the fuck? Who the hell is that? Marcelo! What do you want us to do?"

The gang members acted daringly, unable to tell the difference between their strength.

"Shut up for a second," said Marcelo. "Don't do anything until I make a decision..."

It was obvious why Marcelo would be upset by the current situation. But there were two people more furious than him: Tarde and Noite, Manhã's twin brothers.

"Manhã..."

"There's nothing we can do. There's no point in a coffin either."

Even though their brother had died, Tarde and Noite were calm. It was because anger wouldn't do anything for them right now. In fact, it would only make things worse.

They took a deep breath to calm themselves down before talking to Marcelo.

"Marcelo, this is different from our agreement. Wasn't the deal to just deal with the Haunted Swordsman?"

"I-I don't know who he is either."

Marcelo, who had reached his position in the cartel through brutality and audacity, was now stuttering at the unexpected situation. The person losing their mind the most was him.

"Who are you? What did we do for you to come to my manor and do this?"

"He's likely the Haunted Swordsman's friend," said another one of Marcelo's executives. "Judging by their conversation earlier and how the situation is going... it's probably that."

"I hate when unexpected variables show up..."

With a better grasp of the situation, Marcelo shot Seol a question.

"Why don't you tell us your name first, then, friend? Name?"

"I don't recall ever becoming friends with you, though?"

"Hiding your name even after all of that... fine. Starting a conversation is the hardest part, anyway. Tell me what you want."

"What I want?"

"Didn't you come here with a goal? Ah, that might be good. I'll give you what the Haunted Swordsman wanted."

Yeo-myeong scoffed after hearing that.

"I was supposed to receive that item from the start. You're only giving it now?"

"I understand. To make up for the delay, I'll throw in something extra as a gesture of apology and sincerity. How does that sound?"

Yeo-myeong didn't respond.

There was only one person here who had the right to make a decision.

"I don't need money."

"What do you need then?"

"I want all of you... to leave Azelphog. If you do, I'll let you keep your lives."

"Hah, you must be... completely out of your mind."

Retreating from Azelphog essentially signified that the cartel had succumbed to pressure from others.