My Little Devil's

Take One of Them!

After getting a threat that always managed to make Maxwell consider it finally Mr. Marcello no longer contact him.

At least in that emotional state. Maxwell didn't do anything that would normally happen and some people had to die. Just now, it's a good thing Maxwell remembered his mother's message there if not Maxwell could finish them all off.

And now. Maxwell had no other choice but to comply with the request of Old Bangka. He couldn't have allowed his Mother's Old Residence to be destroyed just like that.

"Master! Are you sure you want to go there?" ask Jirome in the car. They're in the Hospital Lobby where Maxwell looks broken and looks unstable tonight.

He sat in the back seat with two buttons of an open top shirt showing his athletic body power. Maxwell's eyes were closed with the back of his right hand visibly injured but no longer bleeding.

"Maybe the Great Lord wants a good Son. But, if we're looking for him in a place like that, I'm not sure if.."

"Towards you," Maxwell refused to take care of it. All he wanted was for this matter to be resolved and he could live back in peace.

"Master! I've already sent some members to go to the official child's Shelter in this City. They are also ready to wait for your arrival. Master!"

"Hm," muttered Maxwell only indifferently. As a result Jirome made his own decision by driving this luxury steel car out of the Hospital Lobby past some people who came quite crowded and dizzying.

The lights of the City and the glitter of this road back they swallowed. Maxwell's sharp eyes were only glued to the Neon-neon on the streets and many of the skyscrapers seemed to have not shrunk at all.

The city of Brusell is called the City of Gold. Where if the day of the building looks so magnificent and expensive and if the night then thousands of City lights will shine yellow and glow freely anywhere. There are no places here that do not show selling value.

The average in Brusell City were all Billionaires and there were certain classes that could enter this City.

If you think Maxwell likes it then that's a big mistake. He spends more time in the dark world of Brusell where he can explore the dark side in him.

But. For now Jirome wants to try to bring Maxwell to the place where the child shelter has been visited by their outside members. He simply considered some of the risks of taking a child at the Brusell Dark Market.

"My gun!"

"After your seat. Master!" jirome answered when Maxwell seemed to need the dangerous object.

When finding his favorite attribute Maxwell looks calmer checking how many bullets are still in the cavity of the S&W 500M pistol he really likes. This is one of the deadliest pistols that became his favorite because of the high accuracy rate with a bullet speed of up to 112km/h.

Don't think the gun is mediocre. Maxwell often wore it when entering enemy territory because the consequences were very fatal. The target will die on the spot can even explode because the bullet was designed by him himself.

"Master! There's a cop up front," muttered Jirome warning Maxwell who as usual looks start to go crazy with the thing.

"Stop!"

Maxwell's word, while hinting Jirome to lower the car window. In the light of this street lamp Maxwell saw that the Street was crowded and enough to make him excited.

"One is enough" he muttered, aiming at the police who were monitoring the main line of the City. Seeing that Jirome took a deep breath.

"Master! You're.."

"Shitt," said Maxwell when he didn't bring a damper. As a result, Jirome was relieved that there was no more tragedy of mysterious deaths in this city because of the madness of the Master who sometimes relapsed.

"I curse you" said Maxwell, taking the bottle of alcohol in the side chair. He threw the Pistol in his hand towards Jirome who swiftly caught it.

"Add the bullet!"

"good. Master!" jirome answered back to drive the car to a place that included Maxwell never visited.

Just look now at that flat face expression. He is more focused on calming himself with a bottle of alcohol that he usually gulps if the mind has been chaotic erratically.

Jirome knew Maxwell was a good drinker but he didn't smoke. Although his life is included in the dirty zone but Maxwell including Men who also care about the condition of his body.

"Master! We're almost there."

"Hm," muttered Maxwell, continuing to gulp the alcohol with consciousness still 100% normal. He just relaxed his body which felt quite tired today.

After some time they finally arrived at a Brusell City Government Building Area where again Maxwell heard the sound of crying and noisy children around here.

"My ears hurt to hear it."

Maxwell patted his right ear. There is a notification board if they have entered the child shelter area and the Elderly Home that is prepared here.

Jirome saw if there were any of their members in a building yard that looked to extend backward. In Maxwell's eyes this was like a very dense prison bar.

"Master! You just need to be in the car. I'll bring one by one the boy in front of you."

Maxwell just quietly let Jirome take over. This car came to a halt in front of this Gate with several members appearing to have already spoken to the Manager of this place.

"Is this Mr Jirome?" asked a middle-aged woman with a knit red Kupluk over her head to meet the polite-faced Jirome for now.

"Yes. Madam! I'd like to take one right away for my Master."

"Master? It's not you who wants to adopt in.."

"No! My master is in the car. He did not really like the crowd," Jirome replied giving an excuse.

Madame Asleen was seen silently for a moment staring at their car whose lights had been turned off until Maxwell's devilish Handsome face was not clearly visible from here.

"Sorry before. But, we will give them if there is no problem. Moreover, this is children and we have a big responsibility there," said Mrs Asleen who looks doubtful. Because Jirome did not tell their true identity so it would be less convincing.

"What if we take a look? Madam! Let some of them meet my Master. If they're comfortable then you can consider it."

"A.. Alright. That sounds better," replied Asleen smiling with relief calling some 7-year-old girls and boys.

"They are only 7 to 8 years old and under. These kids are active and very cheerful. Master!" his murmur led these 4 little boys towards the Car.

Each of them carries toys as diverse as robots and there is a Barbie for girls. Jirome was a bit hesitant when she saw these children refusing to approach the car.

"Byom!!!"

"Let's meet the Uncel over there. Don'tbeafraid. Hm?" persuade Lady Asleen to her foster children but they like getting a hostile air there is even fear in the anal-face of these children.

"Maam! Takutt!!"

"Eh. Wh why? There are no ghosts there. There was a good Uncle and brought lots of Chocolates. Wanna?"

They looked at each other plainly and were a bit doubtful. One by one, they ventured to get closer and Jirome led the way to the side door of the car.

"Master!" knock a few times until the door opens.

Madam Asleen brought these children closer to her until Jirome opened the door wide.

But. Not long after when their eyes have been shown with a tall figure dashing with a somewhat messy look this suddenly makes the children suffocated crying loudly.

Maxwell growled furiously at this shrill sound until he threw his Alcohol Bottle out almost about the children.

"Master!" peeking Mrs Asleen pulled the hands of her foster children away from the Car.

Jirome immediately sighed deeply unable to control this arbitrary attitude.

"STAY THEM AWAY FROM ME!!" Maxwell was burning to hear the cries of the children.

As a result Jirome stared at the full order on the members to take care of this mess and he went straight into the car after closing the door on Maxwell's side.

The angry face full of emotion that Maxwell showed made Jirome rewind the Car back out of this area.

"If it's like this they won't dare to approach you. Master!"

"That's disgusting" sizzled Maxwell into his worst night.

Jirome thought for a moment. If you see this it seems that if you take the child officially then it will be a problem later. Moreover, Maxwell's emotions are always changing every second.

"Master!"

"Hm."

"What if taking in the black market?" jirome's bargain left Maxwell speechless for a moment thinking that.

"Are they more obedient?"

"Maybe. Master!" jirome replied just origin. Maxwell seems to be considering it because children on the black market seem to be more capable of being tricked.

"Hm. Take one of them."

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