Chapter 232 (Part 2)

Chapter 232: Gustavo (Part 2)

Dungadunga began to undress, intending to assault the woman.

At that moment—

Crash!

The door suddenly shattered, making everyone in the room turn their heads.

“Who the—?”

Dungadunga, annoyed by the interruption, soon found his expression changing to one of surprise.

Gustavo’s face wasn’t much different.

They recognized the person standing in front of them.

“The Black Scythe...?”

The figure entering was the same one they had seen on TV, the Black Scythe.

It was a shock for them, who believed that no one could get past their missile defense system.

“How did you get here...”

Before he could finish his sentence—

Boom!

Dungadunga’s large body was slammed into the wall.

“......”

Gustavo’s face twisted in confusion.

He hadn’t even seen how or when the Black Scythe moved.

He couldn’t comprehend what just happened.

All he saw was Dungadunga being thrown into the wall in a flash.

‘Dungadunga, Brazil’s second-ranked player, defeated in a single blow...?’

Stiffly, Gustavo turned his head.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes? Yes...”

The Black Scythe was helping up the woman who had been pinned down by Dungadunga.

He didn’t even spare a glance at Gustavo.

‘Arrogant. How dare he turn his back on me?’

He thought he’d teach the Black Scythe a lesson for letting his guard down, but he couldn’t.

‘Huh? Why can’t I grab my weapon?’

There was no sensation in his hands.

When he looked down, his face turned pale.

His hands, which should have been there, were gone.

“Gah!”

Pain surged through him, but he couldn’t clutch his severed wrists, as both his hands had been cleanly cut off.

They weren’t innocent players forced to submit to power but instead were scum who delighted in committing crimes.

Even if they were spared, they wouldn’t reform; they’d cause more trouble like wild beasts.

If they couldn’t be controlled, it was better to dispose of them early to prevent future problems.

“You killed my men quietly, without a sound...?”

“Hurry and go. Leave this place to me.”

At Ryu Min’s urging, the slaves quickly made their escape.

Only Ryu Min, Dungadunga, and Gustavo remained in the now-empty room.

“You, you...”

Shaking with uncontrollable rage, Gustavo forced a smirk.

“I don’t know how you avoided the missile defense system and got here, but you won’t get any information from me. I’m not one to talk. Neither is Dungadun—”

Stab!

Gustavo fell silent, unable to finish his sentence.

He saw the Black Scythe stab Dungadunga, who was still pinned against the wall.

‘W-what? You’re just killing him like that? Without asking anything?’

He had thought the Black Scythe kept him alive to interrogate him for information.

He thought that was why the women had been sent out.

“Nope.”

Seeing the Black Scythe reply as if reading his thoughts again, Gustavo stared in disbelief.

“Are you... reading my mind?”

“Yeah.”

The Black Scythe admitted it bluntly.

Gustavo’s face twisted further in shock.

“H-how is that possible?”

“It doesn’t matter how. Why would a soon-to-be-dead man need to know?”

“Aren’t you going to extract information? Didn’t you spare me because you had questions?”

“I don’t need to ask. I already read everything I needed from your mind.”

“Then why did you let the women...”

“Why did I let them go?”

As he spoke, Ryu Min’s scythe pierced Gustavo’s heart.

“Gah...”

He trembled for a moment before his head drooped.

Ryu Min smirked at the lifeless body.

“Because it would be a problem if they saw me killing you.”

With a simple motion, he disposed of the corpse, erasing any trace of it.

Ryu Min removed his mask, and his appearance slowly transformed into that of Gustavo.

“Now, let’s start filming, shall we?”