System: Build My Own Territory-Chapter 744 - 250: In Morgan Town, I Make the Rules (10,000) (3)
A spine-chilling scream echoed through the house.
"Ah!"
"My hand..."
Keith grabbed the hilt of the sword with his right arm, performing a twisting motion, and sheathed the longsword still stained with blood.
After doing all this.
Keith glanced at the Guard Captain who was kneeling on the ground, his face twisted in pain, wailing miserably.
And the four guards standing tensely in front of him.
Keith’s face still carried a trace of a smile, his words full of persuasion as he spoke.
"If you don’t want to die, you can leave now."
"Of course, the woman stays with me!"
Listening to Keith’s words and looking at the dozens of men with long swords and scimitars gathered behind him.
The four guards said no more, stepping forward, ready to flee.
However, they hadn’t taken more than two steps.
Keith called out to them, "Wait!"
The faces of the four guards instantly turned pale.
Seth looked at the struggling Guard Captain lying on the ground, "Too noisy, take him along."
The four guards dared not utter a single word.
Ignoring the blood, they lifted the Guard Captain and picked up the severed arm, quickly exiting the house.
Seth stepped forward, walking over the blood-soaked ground.
He came before the middle-aged man and the young woman, and Keith looked at Seron Ram in surprise.
"It seems Mr. Seron loves her very much?"
"Even in the face of a life-and-death crisis, unwilling to leave?"
Facing the approaching Keith, the middle-aged man’s brow furrowed tightly.
He asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you people?"
"Don’t you know this is a town under the jurisdiction of Frank Manor?"
Keith grinned, "So Mr. Seron didn’t know..."
"Well, after all, we rushed here overnight from Wind Hill."
"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Seron."
"The Blade Wind Corps from Wind Hill, at the request and employment of Frank Manor, has now taken over the entire Morgan Town."
"Which means... I call the shots in Morgan Town now!"
Seron’s face changed rapidly.
He hesitated for a few seconds, his voice becoming compromising and soft.
"This... leader, I am Seron Ram, a businessman from Morgan Town."
"I often have business dealings with Frank Manor."
"Please, let my family go?"
"You can name any price, I will do my utmost to satisfy you!"
As he spoke, Seron covered the woman behind him more securely.
Trying to avoid Keith’s direct gaze.
Keith smiled, "Mr. Seron, I might disappoint you."
"I want your money."
"Heh heh, I also want your woman!"
Seron’s body stiffened, wanting to speak but not knowing what to say.
Keith spoke calmly, "If Mr. Seron is still unwilling to leave after a count to five, I can only let you watch helplessly."
"Five!"
Seron’s eyes widened, looking at Keith in confusion, then at the woman behind him.
"Four!"
Seron quickly spoke, "Leader, please, spare my family."
Keith didn’t pause at all, "Three!"
Seron’s expression changed drastically, he turned to look at the young woman behind him, gripping her hands tightly.
"Britney... it’s okay, don’t be afraid, I’m here with you."
The young woman’s face was full of terror and fear, nodding woodenly.
"Two!"
Just as Keith finished speaking.
Seron suddenly let go of the woman’s hands, running towards the door without looking back.
Keith’s face showed a slight surprise.
He wasn’t alone.
The young woman and the dozens of mercenaries’ faces were full of shock.
Keith didn’t have his men stop Seron but instead greedily surveyed the young woman.
He stepped forward, standing beside the young woman, unceremoniously wrapping a hand around her waist.
At this moment, perhaps due to fear or Seron’s betrayal...
Keith could clearly feel her whole body trembling like a sieve.
Keith’s arm around her waist gradually shifted downward.
A sense of comforting softness appeared in his palm.
He kneaded as he spoke with a smile, his words full of comfort.
"You don’t need to be afraid, as long as you serve me well, I certainly won’t harm you!"
Keith exerted some force with his arm, pushing the young woman towards the room at the back.
A group of mercenaries with envious faces dispersed, rummaging through boxes and sitting around casually.
In just a few minutes.
In the room at the back.
Sounds of rhythmic clapping and a strange, tearful voice resonated.
...
In Frank Manor.
Janet, wearing tight brown leather armor, stood at the edge of the open courtyard of the Manor Castle.
Her right hand rested on the city wall, her gaze gazing at the fields planted with crops beyond the walls.
The gentle breeze blew the crops, the green leaves swaying like a sea of green waves.
Janet slightly parted her rosy and moist lips, taking a deep breath in.
Letting the scent of grass and soil enter her nose and mouth.
After a few seconds, she gently exhaled.
Janet’s face was full of comfort and relaxation.
After admiring for a while.
Janet’s gaze shifted, looking at the dirt and gravel road between the fields.
A team of cavalry was galloping rapidly towards her.
