A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 550 Village Girl's Friendly Ways of Making Friends - I

The large Adventure's Guild stationed at Dispute Fortress comprises three factions.

Namely, the [Hive] led by Queen Bee, Yvaine Silmer; the [Executioners] under the command of the Black Omen, Cabossa Penther; and the [Whistling Legion] of Dispute Fortress's lord, Bryce Palmer Leo, also known as "Whistling Chaos."

Everyone, whether residing in Dispute Fortress or visiting for some purpose, knows one common rule: under no circumstances should they provoke adventurers from these three guilds.

Even the most renowned hereditary nobles must bow their heads if they lack the strength when they come here.

Yet today, someone audaciously affronted two of these guilds simultaneously.

What's more astonishing is that the perpetrator... left behind a "handle."

Queen Bee Yvaine was the first to arrive at Dream Island, the finest brothel in Dispute Fortress, now devoid of any patrons, with an air of chilling danger.

"Is it her?"

Yvaine turned to the tall, slender woman with slightly sunken cheeks beside her, frowning slightly: "You said that person killed two people, then suddenly fled... but left his servant behind?"

She gazed at the head of the largest brothel in Dispute Fortress, her eyes narrowing: "My dear little sister, are you serious?"

Yvaine despised this woman and had always sought an opportunity to kill her.

This self-proclaimed Snake Attendant had arrived in Dispute Fortress about half a year ago and monopolized the brothel market within two months... a market that originally belonged to the Hive.

The profits from the sex industry far exceeded common imagination, and high-end brothels offered many benefits beyond money. Yet, despite fighting on home turf, the Hive was utterly defeated by Snake Attendant. Bryce had not taken a stance, likely because Snake Attendant offered too much.

Exhaling smoke, Snake Attendant glanced at Yvaine: "What about the Worker Bee? Can't he identify her?"

"He needs some rest."

Yvaine sneered, then turned her gaze back to the frail adventurer sitting on the sofa, calmly sipping tea.

She could immediately tell this adventurer was a girl and also discern her absolute composure and calmness.

"He killed someone on your turf, and you still entertain his servant like this?"

This composure made Yvaine's eye twitch slightly. She stared intently at the girl disguised as a boy, her face gradually revealing a dangerous, sinister curve.

"You are being overly polite, Snake Attendant."

"Because he said before he left, let this young girl wait here."

The Queen Bee, after a moment of stunned silence, burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking with mirth as she gently pushed Marlina's shoulder:

"Miss Margarete, is this your answer? Is this your confidence? An ether firearm?"

"Mr. Faust believes that I shouldn't be left here with nothing at all."

Marlina smiled shyly: "One must have something to rely on."

She ejected the cylinder, curiously examining its internal structure, as if she had never used such a thing before.

"So... hahahaha... this is your reliance?"

Yvaine grasped Marlina's hand, laughing uncontrollably as she pressed the gun barrel to her own head, still unable to stop laughing: "Go ahead, shoot, Miss Margarete. Let me see how hard and hot the firearm Mr. Faust bestowed upon you is."

"What are you talking about, madam?" Marlina said helplessly, "I haven't loaded the bullets yet."

"Oh, that's true. Then hurry up and load the bullets, dear Miss Margarete."

The Queen Bee giggled as she held the barrel, seemingly eager for Marlina to fire a shot directly at her head.

"Even if I loaded the bullets, I wouldn't shoot you, madam."

Marlina blinked: "I have no reason to do so, do I? Just like..."

She smiled and extended her hand, gently prying Yvaine's fingers off the barrel one by one:

"Just like you have no reason to harm me."

The smile on Yvaine's face gradually faded.

She gripped Marlina's wrist, her fingers slowly tightening, the sound of bones being compressed and faintly cracking emanating from her palm.

"Confidence is a good thing, Miss Margarete."

The woman, who neither used nor deigned to use extraordinary power, looked at the beautiful girl before her, whose face was gradually turning pale, with an even more sadistic smile.

"I have no reason to harm you, hmm?"

She licked her lips, not crushing Marlina's wrist outright, but applying pressure bit by bit, savoring the process of tormenting her.

"Guess if your hand can be saved?"

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