Anger?
It didn't exist.
He had long been annoyed by that burden in his family.
All day long, she was half-dead, like a dicine jar, and still spending the family's money.
If he could sell her, that would be absolutely perfect!
"Boss... how much are you willing to offer?"
Natsu Masahiro rubbed his hands, his face covered with a fawning smile, looking exactly like a f fawning pug.
Takeda looked at his behavior, and the contempt in his eyes grew deeper.
He smiled and held up two fingers, shaking them in front of Natsu Masahiro.
"One hundred thousand."
"One hundred thousand?"
Natsu Masahiro's smile froze slightly, then he switched to a negotiating tone.
"Boss, one hundred thousand... isn't that a bit too little?"
Takeda scoffed, his gaze instantly turning cold.
"One hundred thousand is too little?"
"Don't think I don't know, that little girl is seriously ill, half-dead."
"It's already good that I can give one hundred thousand."
He withdrew his fingers, a hint of threat in his voice.
"If you don't agree, I might change my mind."
When Natsu Masahiro heard this, he imdiately beca anxious.
Without thinking, he nodded and bowed repeatedly.
"Agree! I definitely agree!"
"Thank you, Boss! Thank you, Boss!"
He was afraid Takeda would go back on his word and patted his chest, guaranteeing, "When I go back, I'll bring that girl Rinko to you!"
Just then, the truck let out a piercing screech of brakes and ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ ca to an abrupt stop.
The vehicle stopped in front of a dense forest.
Takeda kicked open the door and jumped out.
"Brothers, I'm still thirty percent away from level thirty!"
He raised his arm and shouted, his voice loud.
"Work hard, if I can reach level thirty today, I'll treat you all to a big al!"
"Awooo!"
The other subordinates in the carriage let out excited howls, like they were injected with stimulants, and jumped out of the car, howling.
They carried various weapons and followed Takeda into the dense forest.
Soon, the roars of Mythical Beasts and the shouts of humans fighting ca from the forest.
In the carriage, only Natsu Masahiro was left alone.
He was an insect tar.
Because he didn't have money to cultivate his insects, his precious little darlings basically had no combat power.
Their only purpose was to use the insects to decompose the corpses of Mythical Beasts after the battle.
This made it easier to find so rare Materials that were not easily detected in the corpses.
Therefore, he generally did not participate in the battle.
If he got too close and accidentally took so experience points, he would be scolded by Boss Takeda.
He had long been accustod to this marginalized feeling.
At this mont, he sat alone in the empty carriage, still making his own little plans.
After selling that burden, Natsu Rinko.
And repaying Boss Takeda's fifty thousand yuan.
He would still have fifty thousand left in his hand.
By then, he would definitely rely on this money to make a good coback!
He seed to have already seen himself surrounded by won, dominating the casino.
The smile on his face grew increasingly lewd.
He didn't notice at all.
Just as he was imrsed in his unrealistic fantasies.
One, two, three... one by one, pitch-black beetles with strange patterns on their backs were silently crawling up from the gaps in the truck's tires.
They were like the most professional assassins, swift and silent.
Without making a single sound.
The number of beetles was increasing.
They moved like a black carpet, rapidly covering the truck's chassis, carriage, and even the roof.
The entire process took only a few tens of seconds.
And Natsu Masahiro inside the carriage was completely unaware of this.
A mont later.
He suddenly felt an itch on his neck, as if a mosquito had landed on it.
Natsu Masahiro subconsciously reached out to grab it.
But what his fingertips felt was not the soft touch of a mosquito.
Instead, it was the hard, sowhat cold texture of a carapace.
His heart skipped a beat.
He slowly opened his palm.
A pitch-black beetle with strange purple patterns on its back lay quietly in his palm.
Its six segnted legs were still twitching slightly.
Natsu Masahiro's smile froze.
As a C-rank insect tar, he knew the habits of various insects like the back of his hand.
But the beetle in front of him was clearly an Mythical Beasts.
The faint energy fluctuations emanating from its body made him feel a deep dread from the depths of his Soul.
An ominous premonition surged in his heart.
He suddenly stood up from his seat, and only then did he fully see the scene inside the entire carriage.
His pupils suddenly constricted to the size of pinpricks.
The floor of the carriage, at so unknown point, was already covered with these black beetles.
Dense and silent, like a death legion pouring out of Hell, they had already completely blocked all his escape routes.
"Ah—!!!"
Extre fear finally broke through the dam of reason!
Natsu Masahiro opened his mouth wide, accumulating a scream in his throat that was enough to tear eardrums!
However, that scream had just left his mouth, but it was forever stuck in his throat.
The mont he opened his mouth.
A black shadow, like an arrow from a bow, shot into his mouth with incredible precision!
It was a slightly larger flying insect, carrying a disgusting fishy sll, fiercely blocking his windpipe!
"Uh... ho ho..."
Natsu Masahiro's eyes were wide and bloodshot, terrifyingly so.
He desperately clutched his own neck, trying to dig out the damned foreign object.
But it was all in vain.
The feeling of suffocation, like an invisible hand, choked off his life.
His brain began to blacken in waves due to lack of oxygen.
And it was at this mont.
The black "carpet" on the ground moved.
They were like a black flood that had burst its banks, silent yet unstoppable, sweeping towards Natsu Masahiro's body, which was struggling violently due to suffocation!
The swarm of insects instantly subrged his feet, his calves, his waist and abdon... thousands of beetles clung to his body, their sharp mouthparts frantically gnawing at his flesh and blood.
It was a kind of excruciating pain, deep into the bone marrow, that could not be described in words.
Natsu Masahiro's body twisted and convulsed wildly under the cover of the insect swarm.
He wanted to scream but couldn't make any sound.
He wanted to struggle, but his limbs were already tightly entangled by the swarm, unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as his body was devoured bit by bit by these demons from Hell.
His consciousness gradually sank into darkness amidst endless pain and fear.
The entire process took only a few seconds.
When the insect swarm silently retreated.
On the spot, only a set of tattered clothes that had been gnawed away, and a few pieces of stark white bone that had not yet been completely devoured, remained.
Not even a drop of blood was left.
All were completely devoured.
Soon, a few more beetles crawled over and dragged those few pieces of bone into the gaps of the carriage.
As if nothing had happened.
A mont later.
A figure walked out of the distant forest and skillfully jumped into the carriage.
That person had short, sowhat poorly dyed yellow hair, baby fat on his cheeks, and a slightly plump build.
He was, in fact, identical to Natsu Masahiro, who had just died.
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