<h4>Chapter 116: Jack Vs Vige Chief (1/2)</h4>
The Vige Chief''s angry roar resounded in the tense atmosphere.
"You bastard! You''re dead!"
His upper body clothing explodedpletely with his muscles bulging. He was already inbat mode, ready to pounce on the offender. Burn his vige?! Not on his watch!
Jack vs Vige Chief…
Such a fight would be even more of a joke than that one MeTuber going against Floyd Marchweather.
Jack quickly went through his many alternatives:
– y dead?
– Beg for forgiveness?
– Run as fast as the wind?
– Try to defuse the situation?
– Let Moon Moon do puppy eyes.
– Show him some dance moves as an apology.
– All of the above?
Actually, the crux was that he had to exin the explosion. Should he truthfully admit it was an ident? Would the man even believe him?
Jack took a deep breath before hollering at the Vige Chief:
"Hey, chief! It''s been a while. How are you doing? Did youe to supervise the construction?" Jack gave one bright smile.
The surrounding yers were at a loss for words. Did he take everyone for idiots?
"Construction?! Bullshit! Do you think I''m blind?!" The NPC shouted.
"Of course not, chief? I''m sure you can see all the workers that have assembled today. They''re all here to help Igor create his new dream house! Right, guys?" Jack pointed at all the yers around.
The very dubious cultist-looking guys were the first to answer, soon followed by the members of D.L.:
"Yes, Dem— Boss! We''ll do a great job!"
"You can count on us for the most magnificent vi!"
"We''ll pour all our heart into the building. You can be sure of it!"
Jack gave a satisfied nod. "There you have it. They are all here to work hard and contribute to the vige."
"Tch— then how do you exin all the fire?!" The NPC red at him resentfully.
"Ah, this one is easy. I''m sure in your grand wisdom you have heard of the legendary phoenix, chief. From the ashes, it is born anew. We are doing the same here. It is a special brave construction technique."
"What—"
"Actually, chief, we had a bet. Some dumbasses insisted that you''d be confused, but I insisted that you''d know about this technique given your incredible knowledge. You know the construction technique called Hans Get the mmenwerfer, right?"
Would this bluff work? Only a dumbass would go along with such a farce, right?
Luckily, the chief wasn''t the only NPC in the vige.
"I''ve heard of it, but I doubt the ignorant chief here has." (cksmith)
"What are you talking about?! He is a treasure trove of knowledge!" (Old Potiondy)
"mmenwerfer? Interesting!" (Florist)
"Can one barbecue sausages on this?" (Butcher)
"It''s just construction! I''m so d everything is fine." (Steven)
"Of course, everything is fine. The vige chief would have never let harm happen to the vige. He was just showing his might earlier to remind us all that we''re safe, right?" Jack said, buttering the man up.
The NPC seemed to hesitate for a second, but then he saw all the braves and his colleagues seemingly on board with this. He then eruptedughing.
"Hahaha, of course, I knew about it all! We did a little y to exin it to you all! Hahahaha!" He held his back,ughing as jovially as shamelessly, before turning to Jack.
"How about you personally show me inside? I want to see if you''ve aplished the mmer technique correctly." He asked with arge smile, but his eyes were grim.
Should Jack refuse? It would only dy the confrontation. Should he ept? The NPC would probably try to intimidate him. Ah, whatever, fuck it!
"Of course, please follow me!" Jack graciously guided the way.
On the side, both the cksmith and Igor seemed about to interject, but Jack shook his head slightly, signaling them to stand down. He would deal with it.
The two slowly entered the dark remains of the building, cutting themselves from the outside world. That''s when the man''s entire aura changed. The joyful-looking older man was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, there was a ferocious beast that would rampage given the slightest chance. The chief instantly turned around, dashed forward with incredible speed, and grabbed him by the throat.
Jack couldn''t breathe, and his neck was so damn close to snapping. The man approached his head, whispering in his ear.
"This is MY vige. Do you understand?" He was emitting more aggression than a bull taunted by a matador.
He was oozing power, an oppressive aura that would have definitely rendered anyone below level 20 helpless. Well, anyone but Jack. Compared to the heart he had faced earlier, this was nothing but a joke.
Jack didn''t have any issue enduring. Fighting right now was pointless.
He knew the worth of biding one''s time. He''d let the man vent his fury and then he''dwork his way into putting the chief back in his ce. He''d at least get him back for this.
But that''s when an orange sh went straight for the man''s back.
"Woo!" (Angry!)
Moon Moon couldn''t stand still as its master was attacked! So what if the enemy was impossibly strong? Irrelevant!
It all happened in an instant. All the NPC did was a backward kick without even looking. Moon Moon was sent flying, colliding with a wall and bing a bloody mess.
It disappeared with a small whimper and incredible regret in its eyes. What was the point of its newfound power if it couldn''t even protect its beloved master?!
"Tch— dumb mutt." The chief grumbled, withplete disregard for its life.
That fucker! Jack had been ready to act coy and take it, even topromise on the short term. A bit of suffering didn''t matter to aplish his goals.
But at this moment, all thoughts of reconciliation left his mind. Perhaps Moon Moon was only a bunch of data and an NPC, but it didn''t fucking matter.
It was his wolf! It was valiant, did its best, was so damn cute, lovable, and they were fucking partners! No, they were family.
He suddenly felt the same pain from back then, back when he had lost the old man, back when he had lost his sister, back in his shitty previous life.
Back then, many had disregarded them too. Heck, the insurancepany had kept calling the old man a poor money-grubber. It was the disregard the man showed that brought it all back.
It wasn''t logical, but his body began to burn up, no one could look down on his people! No fucking one! But soon reason came back, a cold and calm fury.
Screwing the vige chief over would be easy. He''d have to drive the yers against him…
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The man suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Under his hand, the impertinent brave was dying, air slowly leaving his body— yet he was smiling. How?! He felt the impulse to end it all, to snap his chicken neck, but he had to know.
— Bam! —
He mmed the bastard into the wall, making him spit blood and teeth. But even then, he was still smiling, a vicious and confident smile.
"Have you gone retarded?! Why in the gods'' name are you grimacing so damn much?!" He barely released his grip, allowing his victim to utter a few weak words.
"From now on, this isn''t your vige anymore. It''s mine. You''ve pissed off the wrong guy f—"
The chief began to rampage:
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" A m apanied every shout. "What the fuck are you talking about?! Everyone here obeys my orders and—"
But the youngster was giving him a taunting smile. His meaning was obvious. Everyone? He seemed to be forgetting onerge group.
"Screw you!" He mmed him onest time, the man finally bing lifeless.
It was finally over. The annoying bastard was dead.
This guy really was a pain. He had already lost so much business thanks to his people directing new braves toward the cksmith.
He slumped over, regaining his breath. He felt quite silly now. Actually, why was he so worked up over one brave? It was just that damn smile. It had been so obnoxious!
Yes, the man was a brave. This meant that he would be back from the dead. This vige didn''t have an anti-brave cell either. He''d have to improvise. But this didn''t mean that he was out of options either.
"Hehe, so what if he''s an immortal brave? Does he think he controls the other braves? He''ll soon learn how harsh reality can be!" He chuckled to himself, slowly rising up.
It was time to utterly crush this fucking brave''s spirit….