Pseudo-Villaines

The Fate of Benalu

Jean moved towards the ground room. The place where the five people who were planning to betray Uncle Hull were secured by him.

This bad luck seemed destined for all five. Ah, that means the sixth. They all went and had fun in the bar that belonged to the White Wolf and ended up unfortunate.

As soon as Jean had reached the basement, Jean saw that all five had been battered. Heh, it seems that Jean's men have been content to beat them up.

"How, have they opened their mouths?"

"Unfortunately, not yet sir."

"Hahhh. It's because you guys were so excited about beating them up that you forgot to ask, right?"

All of Jean's men who were there immediately felt shame and guilt. Thas right. They were too focused on beating these five people to the point of forgetting their duties.

"Hahhh.mau how else. All right, you can all get out. Ah, please call Nina here. I need his help."

They directly bowed their heads and left the basement. Now, there's six of them left. Jean and the five traitors.

"Hmmm..your injuries are quite severe huh, gentlemen. Your nose is broken and your teeth are falling out. Ah, just calm down. Depending on your answers, I'll treat everything well."

Jean with her sweet smile sat in front of the five of them. Hmmmm? Instead of a sweet smile, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say a psychopathic smile, perhaps?

Regardless, Jean's smile made the five people feel an overwhelming fear. Just this time, they felt that dying was much better than looking at someone. What an indescribable fear!

"Calm down, calm down, nothing to fear. Now, just answer my question. Who are you working with?"

None of them answered. The five just looked at each other while grimacing in pain. Finally, one of them, Coke, answers Jean's question.

"We-we don't know what you're talking about! Y-you know, t-so we ha-just kidding!"

Coke was nervous. He tried to cover up the truth. Jean just nodded. He approached Coke and patted her on the shoulder.

"Haha! You have a good sense of humor huh, Mr. Coke."

KTRAAAAKKK!!

Jean broke Coke's finger. The fat man immediately screamed out. His body that was bound in the chair thrashed around very tightly.

"ARGGGHHHHH!!! AHHHH!! LT HURTS! IT HURTS!!"

"Aahaha! Sorry-sorry. I was just kidding. Who would have thought that Mr. Coke's index finger broke so easily."

Now, Jean turns to the next guy.

"You. Mr Pastry? Aye right? Tell me, Mr Pastry, were you just kidding me?"

The man named pastry turned to Coke who had fallen down along with the chair he was sitting on while thrashing and screaming. Disturbed by Coke's actions, Jean stomps Coke's head to pieces.

"To-please forgive me! W-well! I'll reveal everything I know!"

Jean nodded. As he promised, Jean did not torture him. After which, he turned to the other three people, who answered with different answers.

Jean concludes that all of these parasites work together with different people despite their common goals. In the end, all of these parasites will kill each other when their goals have been achieved.

Jean was satisfied with their answer. He already knows who the mastermind behind all of Uncle Hull's attempted murders and the people who will stand in his way. Just then, Nina walked into the basement.

"Come to fulfill your calling, Mr. Jean."

"Oh, thanks Nina. Now, I have a mission for you. Come here." Come here."

Nina approaches Jean and the man whispers something to her. At first Nina is surprised by the mission Jean gives her. He smiled and said he was ready to do it.

"Alright gentlemen. There are some things I need to do first. Take it easy, I will keep the promise I made. I'll let you all go. So, wait a while, okay? Nina, let's go."

Jean and Nina leave the basement. Leaving behind four living people and a carcass with a shattered head and its contents splattered everywhere.

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How long have they been in this cold basement? It's been over four hours. Their condition looks very bad. Their hair was messy, their bodies smelly, their clothes shabby, and their eyes were swollen from crying and fatigue.

Their stomachs were also empty and their throats were dry. No one would come even if they cried out of hunger and thirst.

It's all because of that guy! He brought them to this damp place, torturing, intimidating, even threatening! The four swear to avenge Jean when they get away.

But their mentality is unstable. Sitting tied to a chair with quite severe wounds on their faces while accompanied by a carcass that Slowly decayed and gave rise to a very pungent smell was not at all an easy thing to bear.

When their minds were filled with pain and grudges, the basement door opened and eight people entered. Their bodies were huge with terrifying faces.

They gave these four men a drink with a pitcher and stuffed them with a grain of coarse wheat bread. These eight people untied them and led Pastry and his friends outside the bar.

Sure enough, it's night. Pastry and his friends have been locked up in the basement for more than six hours!

"Alright gentlemen, as I promised, I will release you. Now, please go to each of your homes. I'm sure your family will be waiting at home."

Pastry and all of his surviving colleagues stood up and ran. No matter how much they wanted to destroy Jean, the fear embedded in their hearts was more dominating.

They all ran through the darkness of the night. The thin mist hanging in the air did not stop their steps from escaping. Sometimes, they hit a wall. Sometimes, they stumble by rocks. But they keep running.

It was probably about a kilometer when they stopped due to exhaustion. Jean and her people are no longer visible. Joy arises within them. Finally, everyone can escape Jean! They all looked at each other and laughed.

But it didn't last long. From behind the increasingly thick fog, they could see the silhouette of a four-legged creature. Right then, they heard the barking of the dog.

Run on! That's what their instincts say. Unfortunately, the 15 dogs ran quickly and grabbed them all!

No one can run. No one can escape. Their fate and fate were decided that night. The hungry dogs fiercely hunted them. Tearing up their flesh and tearing their bodies before finally eating them alive.

That night, just before his death, Pastry and his three companions saw Jean smiling bitterly at them while enjoying their torn bodies.