I Become Baby Mafia Boss

Chapter 543 - "Twisted Nature"

"You either surrender or die a slow death."

At the Godfather’s words, the commander almost choked and died on the spot.

Goddammit. You’re really a maniac!

The commander thought that they could die fast, and that’s the end. At least they didn’t let down their family’s name. However, the Godfather didn’t want to kill them fast.

Wait. He didn’t even have the intention to kill. Those who died would only because they lost too much blood. Yet...the Godfather could stop their bleeding so that they wouldn’t die...

This man is just pushing us to surrender!

Surrendering to the enemy that attacks your territory was no doubt...something humiliating. No loyal members would do that.

Unfortunately, the commander was a part of the loyal members..., and he didn’t want to be humiliated like this!

But killing himself wasn’t an option either. He felt so weak that he couldn’t even bit his tongue to commit suicide.

"Fck...fck you, Godfather. Y-you...can massacre all of us but why do you have to do...this..."

"Well..." the Godfather slowly descended to Ava’s back and shrugged. "Because a certain Lil brat told this lord not to kill."

!

The commander instantly knew who the Lil brat that the Godfather mentioned.

Isn’t it...Ainsley Sloan? She’s still a kid yet already have such a vicious plan...

What a demon!

Ainsley, who was watching all of this from the dark space, suddenly felt wronged.

’Hello? I never wanted to torture you guys, okay? It’s just to scare you to retreat...who would have thought that the maniac homicide took my words as ’torture’ ?!’

Ainsley clenched her chest and glared at the screen.

I’m almost dead giving all the shaman energy for this motherfcked to torture you guys, okay?! Why would I want to keep wasting my energy??

However, the enemy didn’t give up yet. That’s why Ainsley couldn’t kick the Godfather out of her body.

The baby finally felt so frustrated that she pulled her hair and shouted at the Godfather.

[Godfather, can we end the war? Just capture them to be our prisoner or something, ah. I have exhausted almost all of my energy!]

The Godfather paused at Ainsley’s protest. He looked down at the people crawling on the ground and snorted.

[If that’s what you want...]

Anyway, it’s been more than 10 minutes. Ainsley might get another identity crisis.

Indeed, right now, the baby’s body accumulated more of the Godfather’s residual aura, and the sign of identity crisis almost surfaced.

The moment Ainsley and the Godfather resonated with each other, that’s when Ainsley might get another identity crisis.

Worrying about that, the Godfather sighed and immediately lifted his right hand.

"All troops. Capture all these mongrels. Don’t let even a single of them died from suicide."

Ainsley’s troops, who didn’t have anything to do because the Godfather was flexing his ability, instantly flared up.

"Yes, boss!"

The youngsters were pumped up as they rushed to drag the enemies and tie them like a sack or something.

In the first place, the enemies were already weak and dying. Thus, when Ainsley’s troops came to get them, they couldn’t resist and could only try to commit suicide.

Being a war prisoner was even more embarrassing than dying in the hands of others!

Unfortunately, the youngsters from the Sloan Family were too excited for their first ’battle’. When they spotted anyone trying to commit suicide, they would instantly knock them off.

BAM! SLAP! KATCHAK!

Oh, no...some youngsters broke the prisoner’s legs or arms to prevent them from running away...

Ah, someone hit the back of the prisoner’s neck. Eh, did someone just slap the poor commander?

The Sloan Family troops were instantly busy handling the prisoners, and Ainsley could only watch them with a bitter smile.

[In the end, it seems that we are the one who solves the trouble...ah, I mean we fight alone.]

[Hmm. It’s just this one time, though. And these youngsters are still untrained. When you go back to the estate, make sure you train them hard.]

The Godfather rubbed his forehead as he looked around the field.

The previously brown ground had turned crimson red, and many blood icicles were still embedded in the enemies’ bodies.

Looking at the battlefield alone, everyone knew that the Godfather had obviously dominated the whole battle.

’...it seems that this lord went too far...’

The Godfather’s lips twitched as he beckoned his fingers and guided all the blood spilt on the battlefield into the blood bank inside the storage necklace.

Ainsley didn’t know since when the Godfather prepared a whole bathtub for human blood storage...

But when she saw the bathtub inside the storage necklace, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

’C’monnnn you can’t possibly store ALL of the blood, right? What are you? A vampire??’

Unfortunately, even when Ainsley told the Godfather not to store that much blood, the young man refused to obey her.

[Carrying blood everywhere is good since you don’t know when you will need another AOE skill before your enemies bleed.]

With that reasoning, the Godfather happily collected the blood on the battlefield.

Even when he refrained from killing anyone, his love for blood was still there...

"Hum, hum." The Godfather whistled as his blood boiled inside his vein.

Seeing so much blood pouring into the storage necklace just triggered his bloodthirst.

Ahhhh, when can this lord kill people? Just wounding them to the point of dying isn’t fun.

The Godfather’s twisted nature slowly showed up. His golden pupils reddened a bit, and his breath paced up.

Hmmm, it’s okay to kill the commander, right? Or some stubborn prisoners...

The Godfather’s bloodthirsty nature unknowingly affected Ainsley’s soul.

The baby was just watching the Godfather cleaning the battlefield when her heart suddenly jolted.

Ba-thump! Ba-thump!

[UGHHH!]

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