Chapter 93: Evil Revenge

“Get out! Leave now! This young master hasn’t called for you!” Niels’ angry voice came from inside again. It was only natural—he was in high spirits, ready to engage in a real fight, but that annoying voice ruined the atmosphere and his mood. No one could stay happy under such circumstances.
“This is something our little shop has prepared specially for you. Please come out and get it. Otherwise, I won’t be able to report to my superiors!”
With a hint of sneer, Rod continued speaking outside the room.
A series of rustling sounds came from inside, followed by complaints and curses as footsteps approached the door. A sinister smile appeared on Rod’s lips as he tensed up, ready to act at any moment. He lowered his head slightly, waiting for the door to open.
“Bastard, give it here! I warn you—don’t bother this young master again, or else…” With a creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and Niels’ furious roar followed.
However, the sound suddenly stopped. Niels’ face changed drastically as he stared at the person standing before him. He never expected to meet him here.
“Stop talking nonsense!” Rod threw the fruit plate into the room, then attacked like a leopard. Before Niels could react, he quickly subdued him, covering his mouth with one hand and binding his hands with the other. He shoved Niels into the room and shut the door swiftly. It all happened in the blink of an eye, unnoticed by anyone—completely silent.
“Ugh… ugh…” Struggling desperately, Niels widened his eyes in terror, trying to break free from Rod’s grip.
“Be quiet, or I’ll ruin you right now!” With a cold snort, Rod leaned close to Niels’ ear and whispered. Taking advantage of the brief lull, he picked up a piece of fruit from the table and stuffed it into Niels’ mouth. Then he took out a rope prepared in advance and skillfully tied up Niels’ hands and feet.
“Ugh… ugh…” Niels was truly panicked now. Seeing the situation, he realized he had no choice but to suffer. He was just meat on Rod’s chopping board.
“Hehe… Still so arrogant? Not convinced? It doesn’t matter. I’m not that fool who’d give you a chance to submit. Don’t even think about it!” After finishing everything, Rod let out a sigh of relief and stood in front of Niels, speaking coldly.

“Young Master Niels, what are you doing? Who are you talking to? Come in quickly! I’ve been waiting for you here for a long time!”
It was at that moment that a voice, filled with unbearable panting and gasping, came from the bed behind them.
“Almost forgot about you!” Rod said to himself with a slight smile.
The warrior released Niels, giving him a chance to catch his breath, then moved toward the bed.
“Young Master Niels, you’ve finally come… Ah… you… uuuu…” From initial coquettish tones to screams of shock, and then to desperate struggles.
“Damn you, be quiet! I’m not someone who shows mercy. If you keep struggling, I’d be more than happy to turn you into a sculpture!”
Standing in front of the woman, Rod clenched his fists slightly before sneering.
The woman stared at Rod with wide eyes, then glanced at Niels, who was also tightly tied and looking extremely panicked. A tear suddenly fell as she stopped struggling and crying, blinking pitifully at the man before her, filled with fear of what he might do.
“Hehe, life is pretty good. Tell me, Niels, how should I settle accounts with you? Let me think… Since we met, you not only failed to show gratitude for saving our lives but also treated us coldly, always being hostile and looking down on us. Yes, you’re a young master, while we’re just mercenaries. But so what? You just found the right belly to exploit.”
With a cold sneer, Rod looked at Niels, whose face was pale and eyes panicked, and murmured to himself. He walked over to the table, sat down casually, and without hesitation, picked up a banana, peeled it, and began to eat it.
Niels shook his head vigorously, seemingly trying to convey something, crying out and struggling to move toward Rod, as if begging for mercy.
“Do you realize your mistake? But sadly, it’s too late. Hehe, Lord Rod isn’t in the mood to forgive you today. Oh, and I forgot to tell you—don’t even think about trying to get revenge on me. I’ll leave this damned place tomorrow. All you should be thinking about now is how to save your own life.” With a cold snort, he suddenly stood up and walked over to Niels.
“Slap… To teach you a lesson for being so arrogant,” Rod said indifferently as he slapped Niels in the face, savoring the moment.

Turning his head sideways and glaring at Rod, Niels’s eyes were filled with rage. As the son of a marquis, his father held a high position, and he himself held significant power in the imperial capital. He had never suffered such humiliation before—disgust and resentment drove away his fear and trepidation.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!” Look again, you brat! Seeing this, Rod mercilessly slapped him several times in a row. The blows left Niels dizzy, unable to tell east from west.

“Slap! Slap! Slap…” Well, these are from me, punishing you on behalf of your family, for being a good-for-nothing who doesn’t strive for anything.

“Slap! Slap! Slap…” These slaps are from everyone who’s been persecuted by you, for your misdeeds.

“Slap! Slap! Slap…” It’s not your fault you’re ugly—just for coming out to scare people.

“Slap! Slap! Slap…” These slaps are from all the people in the world against you!

“Damn it… my hand’s numb!” Shaking his hand, Rod complained to himself. After delivering over a dozen slaps, his hand hurt noticeably. By the end, he even thought of himself as great.

Niels, on the other hand, saw stars in his eyes, feeling dizzy. The fruit in his mouth turned mushy, with remnants filling his mouth. His cheeks were swollen—truly a pitiful sight. A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, leaving him in a miserable state.

Seeing this, Rod was secretly relieved that the guy was too dazed to call for help. He quickly pulled out another piece of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, then sat across from him, crossing his legs, and looked at the scumbag. “How’s that? Feels good, right? Want a few more?”

“Umm… umm…” Niels frantically shook his head, terrified, muttering as he shook his head like a rattle.

“Hmm, do you hate me?” With a slight smile, Rod crouched in front of Niels and asked coldly.

A fierce look flashed in Rod’s eyes. Niels quickly shook his head—he didn’t want to suffer anymore. All his hatred had to be swallowed in resentment. It’s never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but he didn’t want to suffer any more at the moment.

“Hmm, not bad. But…” Slap! His expression changed, and he slapped him again. “To stop you from lying—didn’t your mother teach you that good kids don’t lie? Well, true enough—you’re not a good kid anyway. You bastard! How can you say you don’t hate me? You almost killed me! Damn it! Stop talking nonsense! Tell me, do you hate me?”

With no tears left to cry, after some hesitation, Niels nodded pitifully. He even wanted to die.

“Slap…” Another loud slap echoed, followed by a cold snort: “I made you hate me, and yet you still dare to hate me. What, you’ve seen my face now and plan to retaliate? Have you grown too bold?” Blood from his mouth dripped down his chin onto his body. Nils felt dizzy and gritted his teeth in frustration—no matter what he said, he was beaten, which made him want to cry.

“Well, that makes sense. Tell me, do you really want to retaliate against me?” Rod asked, bringing his face closer to Nils.

Nils quickly shook his head, then seemed to remember something and nodded, not knowing how to respond.

“Bang…” Rod kicked him several meters away, sending him crashing into a wall corner. He stepped closer again. “Do you want to or not? But from the way you look, I guess you do. It doesn’t matter. I’m not afraid. I’ll wait for you to retaliate—provided you can withstand my anger!”

He grabbed Nils and threw him beside the terrified woman. A sinister smile appeared on his lips. “Never mind, I won’t beat you anymore. If I did, I’d get hurt too. Well, you came here to have some fun, right? How about it? Are you upset to have met me? Do you want to kill me? Or are you just holding back your anger?”

Then he pointed at the terrified woman. “You… hehe, I’m sure you have plenty of ways to make a man enjoy himself beyond measure. Use them all to make these guys reach ecstasy. Otherwise, hmm…”

He stepped forward, untied the woman’s hands, and stared at her as he waited quietly.

Her expression shifted constantly, filled with worry as she didn’t know what to do. On one side was the man who resembled a demon, and on the other, Lord Nils. Offending that man meant certain death for her today, while offending Lord Nils would leave her with no place to stand in the capital. With no way out, she could only sigh, wondering if she had encountered a ghost—perhaps she would rather meet a ghost than go through this.

“What, you can’t?”

“I… I can. I’ll help Lord Nils right away. Lord Nils, I… uuuu… I really don’t want to, but as you can see, please don’t blame me!”

Crying and sobbing, the woman walked over to Nils and spoke in a low voice. Under Rod’s watchful gaze, she didn’t dare make any sudden moves. With Nils’s murderous gaze and struggles, she pulled down his pants and grabbed his genitals with her small hand, beginning to move.

Seeing this, Rod couldn’t help but smile bitterly. When had he become so despicable? He turned his back on the two of them and said, “Don’t play any tricks. I’ll stop it when I say so. Otherwise, believe me, I have the ability to eliminate you while you’re still calling for help!”