The 31st Piece Turns The Tables (PART 1)

Chapter 192

Chapter 192

BOOOOOOOM!

Like trees being swept up by a storm, the black wave destroyed and swept through everything in its range.

The manor had been split in half.

Well, maybe "split" wasn't the most appropriate word to describe what had happened to the manor.

"Disappeared" was a much better way of describing it.

"Haah... Haaah..."

Marcelo's subordinates began retreating in fear after witnessing something so absurd.

Fwip!

"Krgh..."

Fwoosh!

"Urgh..."

They were weak, defeated soldiers at best.

However, as they were members of the cartel, Yeo-myeong wasted no time in killing the remaining remnants.

By the time the dust settled, everything else settled alongside it.

"Let go! Let me go!"

"Shut your mouth, Marcelo," said Yeo-myeong. "You're free to talk more if you want to die faster, though."

Noticing Marcelo attempting to flee while the twins were occupied, Yeo-myeong swiftly grabbed him and prevented his escape.

Marcelo had quickly realized that the twins would lose and had tried to slip away.

However, he had been caught by Yeo-myeong.

Even if it weren't for Yeo-myeong, Seol was already aware of his presence, so Marcelo couldn't have escaped. Regardless, his attempt failed.

"You bastards... You think you can just mess with us...? You're walking corpses now."

Yeo-myeong tossed Marcelo face-first into the ground before taking the item in his hands.

"This is my rightful reward and..."

"You bastards... Are you really doing this over just one fucking item?"

"One item? No, this is your punishment."

Seol glanced at Karuna, who appeared lost in thought, and realized he needed a moment. Turning back to Marcelo, Seol walked toward him.

"...Hey," said Seol.

"Y-You...!" shouted Marcelo.

"What do you know?"

"What are you... Las Cabras?"

"Yeah, those bastards who should've just been grazing on some grass."

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

"Nope."

Marcelo's eyes shifted back and forth. He paused for a second before continuing.

"I-If I tell you... will you let me live?"

"Of course not," boasted Seol, calmly.

"Ptoo! Go fuck yourself, you..."

Marcelo thrashed around and reached for a weapon on him, but...

Slash!

Yeo-myeong swiftly cut Marcelo's head off.

"How dare he..."

"He's more tenacious than I thought," said Seol.

"It's because he would have been killed by the cartel even if he somehow made it out of here alive. He knew that better than anyone, so..."