Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 365 : Meat ball

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Warning: Too much violence.

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In the midst of this intricate dance of words and desires, Natalia couldn’t help but put some sarcastic words about the Farus family young master’s charm with a soft chuckle. "Oh, young master, you truly are a sweet talker," she teased, her laughter a tantalising melody that hung in the air.

However, her playful demeanour swiftly shifted, her expression growing serious as she brought up a memory from the past. "By the way, young master," Natalia began, her voice tinged with gravity, "do you remember when you asked me to sleep with you, and I warned you that you were playing with fire?"

The young master, intoxicated by desire and the illusion of this moment, responded with a dismissive tone, "Beauty, I’ve already apologised for my actions. Why bring up those sore memories on such a happy occasion?"

He urged Natalia to turn towards him, his impatience palpable as he longed to gaze upon her face and pull her into his embrace. His words were honeyed and pleasing, but little did he know the gravity of the situation that was unfolding around him.

Natalia, her anger simmering beneath the surface, leaned into the seriousness of her tone. "Even if you’ve forgotten, I haven’t," she declared with unwavering determination. "Listen carefully this time, these might very well be the last words you hear in your life. You played with fire, and now you will pay for it."

In the pivotal moment when Natalia delivered her chilling ultimatum, she rose from her position with an air of determination and mightiness. The soft glow of the lamp danced across her features, revealing her silhouette to the Farus family young master, who was now frozen in perplexity and dread.

As the words "Wait... who is..." began to form on his trembling lips, fate moved with ruthless swiftness. Before he could complete his sentence, a hand shot forward, piercing his throat with unrelenting precision. The room bore witness to a deadly, silent strike, and the Farus family young master’s voice was forever silenced.

His eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his finger pointed accusingly at the figure responsible for his demise, but he could not utter a sound. In the wildest corners of his imagination, he had never foreseen that his life would be extinguished so abruptly and violently.

A crimson torrent spilled onto the bed, staining the sheets with the mark of his violent end. His gasping windpipe sought in vain for the precious air that would never return. The room itself seemed to absorb the weight of the tragedy, and the stillness of the night bore witness to a life extinguished in the shadows. Stay tuned to novelbuddy

The act, executed with ruthless precision by Das, marked the final, irrevocable chapter in the young master’s story, one that had unfolded against a backdrop of desire, deception, and destiny. The room, once a theatre of whispered promises and forbidden desires, had transformed into a sombre stage where a tragic ending played out in stark contrast to the passions that had ignited it.

Das was far from satisfied with merely ending the young master’s life. He moved with a relentless purpose, folding the young master’s limbs at unnatural angles and pressing them mercilessly against his own stomach. Each calculated movement was executed with precision, and the young master’s body contorted in response.

As the pressure intensified, the young master’s head bore the brunt of the force, driving it into his ribcage with bone-shattering impact. The room bore witness to the gruesome scene unfolding before it, the air heavy with the weight of bloody scent. Natalia turned around as she couldn’t face the brutality.

Das continued his relentless assault, delivering blow after bone-crushing blow, shattering joints and pulverising internal organs. The young master’s form contorted and twisted under the onslaught, his agonised cries silenced by the ferocity of the attack.

In the end, Das’s relentless assault transformed the once-proud young master of the Farus family into a grotesque, lifeless mass. He had been reduced to a nightmarish semblance of his former self, a disfigured and broken form that bore no resemblance to the man he once was.

The room was steeped in anger and brutality, and as Das’s rage surged through his veins, he couldn’t contain the tempestuous storm within him. With a furious strength, he lifted the grotesque meatball that was once the Farus family young master and hurled it against the floor, shattering expensive marble with a thunderous crash.

The room bore witness to this final act of brutality, the echoes of destruction lingering in the air.

Outside the mansion, the personal bodyguard of the Farus family, a formidable and vigilant sentinel, had been awaiting any sign of trouble. The deafening noise and the sickening scent of blood that filled the air immediately roused him to action. With lightning-fast strides, his towering six-foot frame brought him to the entrance of the inner room in mere seconds.

However, as he crossed the threshold and caught sight of the grotesque sight before him, he stumbled in disbelief. In the dim lamplight, the blood-covered face of Das remained concealed, and for that fleeting moment, the bodyguard couldn’t recognise the nightmarish thing that had folded within.

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Before he could grasp the horrifying reality of the scene, Das moved with ruthless efficiency. He activated the red colour snow python spirit energy that coursed through his veins, and with a single, deadly strike, he pierced the bodyguard’s head with the spectral energy.

The room bore witness to a second act of violence, as the bodyguard’s lifeless form crumpled to the ground, staining the entrance with a gruesome tableau of blood.

In the aftermath, the room remained shrouded in darkness and silence, a chamber that had borne witness to horrors that defied imagination. The only sound that remained was the soft, haunting whisper of the shadows, holding secrets that would never be spoken.

In the next moment, Das, his actions devoid of hesitation, seized the lifeless body of the six-foot bodyguard and brought it crashing down against the floor. The impact was devastating, causing the body to crumple and contort, melding with the remains of the Farus family young master.

In a grotesque dance of death, the two bodies merged seamlessly, their once-distinct forms now united in a nightmarish fusion, creating a monstrous amalgamation of flesh and gore.

As the macabre act reached its conclusion, a shroud of eerie silence enveloped the room, the air heavy with the stench of death and violence. The gruesome tableau before them bore witness to a horror that defied comprehension.

Natalia, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and dread, finally broke the silence. "Das, calm down. It’s over," she uttered weakly, her words a feeble attempt to anchor herself in the wake of the carnage that had unfolded. She hesitated to face the blood-soaked figure of Das, her own fear mirrored in the depths of her voice.

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