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Chapter 472: No One Can Owe Me Money!
Chapter 472: No One Can Owe Me Money!
Amidst the battle at sea, each followed their strategic plan, while on Cake Island, a massive castle had been partially collapsed. As the smoke cleared, a gigantic pink figure emerged, revealing itself as the culprit behind the castle's destruction.
Charlotte Linlin, her face covered, quickly stood up, ignoring the blood on the corner of her mouth, and roared with bloodshot eyes:
"Cake, are you trying to stop me from getting my cake?!"
"What the hell?"
In front of her, Sage clenched his fist and glared at her, annoyed.
"This isn't your true strength. No wonder that blue fatso punched you so hard that your steel balloon body flew away. You're as weak as an old hag; has your Gourmand Syndrome affected you so much?"
His punch was just a minor greeting, and even if she was knocked away, there shouldn't have been any injuries. But now, not only did his fist leave a mark, but her mouth was also bleeding.
A steel balloon of that level shouldn't be bleeding.
"Protect Mom!"
Cliff, from a distance, leaped forward and positioned himself in front of the castle. With a clap of his hands, cookie soldiers emerged, advancing layer upon layer, preventing Sage from getting closer.
"I won't let you get near Mom! Once she eats the cake and her Gourmand Syndrome is cured, even you won't be a match for her, Cataclysm!" Cliff shouted.
"Is that so?"
Sage didn't even spare a glance at Cliff; he merely glanced at him and walked to the side. "Good, I'll wait for her syndrome to pass."
Even as he brushed past the cookie soldiers, Cliff's sword-wielding hand didn't move. Only after Sage walked away did he unconsciously heave a sigh of relief, realizing that his body was already drenched in sweat.
The Four Emperors, just standing there, exuded an aura that ordinary people couldn't withstand.
The pressure was overwhelming!
The underground world's emperors, who had gathered for the tea party, were puzzled about Charlotte Linlin's return. But when they saw Sage, they were startled, and by the time they reacted, it was already too late.
"Not good!"
Duke Feld, dressed in a purple suit and draped in a coat, was about to flee, but as he moved, a shot of overwhelming power struck his body, freezing him in place like a statue without being knocked away.
The others didn't have time to react, for the figure in the fur coat, not particularly tall but exuding an oppressive aura, had already reached them. Just standing there, he robbed them of any will to move.
"Oh ho ho!"
Sage's lips curled into a terrifying grin in the eyes of the onlookers.
"Who is this?"
He stood firmly, gazing at the man whose secret acupoints had been pierced by overwhelming power, now drenched in sweat. With a sinister smile, he said:
"Isn't this the old friend I've been talking about for two years, the one I've been thinking about day and night? The financial emperor of the underground world, Duke Feld?"
Looking at the others, he didn't recognize their faces, but it didn't matter. He had eliminated one of the Six Great Kings of the underground world, and the other two, a woman and a pigeon, weren't present.
The remaining two must be the emperors of the warehouse and transportation industries.
"Gibson and Umit?"
Sage took out a cigar, lit it with a golden lighter, and exhaled a puff of smoke. His bared white teeth glinted with a chilling light, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.
"I've missed you guys for a long time too."
"Norton Sage, what are you doing?!"
Duke Feld swallowed with difficulty. The sudden surge of strange power had only immobilized his actions, not his throat.
"What am I doing? You ask what I'm doing?"
Sage frowned, and the golden decoration in his hand was thrown out, emitting a piercing sound as it shattered one of Duke Feld's hands.
"You owe me one trillion belli! You even ordered an assassination on me recently, and now you ask what I want?!"
He stepped forward, grabbing Duke Feld by the collar, his face contorted as he snarled, "I've always said that rats in the gutter can't rise to the sun. The moment you appear in the light, you'll be crushed to death!"
"What one trillion? Where's the trillion?"
Duke Feld was in pain, but under Norton's gaze, filled with murderous intent, he couldn't care less about the pain. He quickly shouted, "I don't owe you any money!"
"Hmm?"
Norton's hand, which was gripping Duke Feld's collar, extended a finger and pointed at his throat. With just that touch, Duke Feld's face turned pale, and the pain was so intense that his sunglasses fell off, emitting a howl that seemed to pierce his soul.
"Shut up."
Norton pointed again, and the painful roar abruptly stopped. Duke Feld could only open his mouth, his entire face revealing bulging veins, looking both agonized and terrified, but he couldn't make a sound.
Norton released his grip and said, "At the resort, in one of the vacation villages, we spoke on the telephone. I asked you how much it would take to buy your own industry, but not only did you refuse to answer, you even threatened me. Of course, I had to include the disrespect fee."
"The total is five hundred and twenty billion, and it's been two years. With the late fee and rounding up, it's exactly one trillion belli."
Norton glanced at the agonized Duke Feld and asked, "Now, do you remember?"
Duke Feld's face, initially pale with bulging veins, now streamed with tears and snot, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement.
"Does it hurt? The real pain is yet to come."
Norton casually pulled a chair from the outdoor banquet and sat down, biting on a cigar and raising his head to look down at Duke Feld.
"Qi She, Tou Wei, Ming Men, Ming Jian, Tong Ming, Xin Fu Mian, Da Xiong Jin, Chuan Wan Xiong... Oh, you probably don't know about these. It's fine, in my eyes, the human body can reveal various secret acupoints, and each one can bring unbearable agony!"
"My technique isn't cheap either. I charge one hundred million for each strike, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a 50% discount—five million belli per strike! Rest assured, as long as you haven't spent your entire trillion, you won't be able to die even if you want to."
Norton's smile widened, reaching his cheeks, and in the eyes of others, it formed a terrifying arc. "No one can owe me money! No one! If you don't pay, I'll take it from your body! Trust me, every second will feel like a festival!"
Extreme pain, even for a second, can feel like an eternity, and Norton possessed a martial art that could prolong this agony, ensuring that his victims felt like they were under the influence of the Moon Read.
Duke Feld's eyes widened in fear, and he quickly nodded his head. The movement seemed fast, yet it gave off a strangely slow impression.
Norton's thumb shot out, hitting Duke Feld's throat.
"I'll pay!"
He seemed to have used all his strength to roar out hoarsely.
"Cash or treasure? I don't accept bank checks," Norton chuckled.
He could have used his own bank, but the key issue was that these people didn't have accounts there. As for the banks outside, if he went to withdraw money today, even if they had the funds, they could report it as a Four Emperor bank robbery with a loss of thirty billion the next day.
He was a Sea Emperor, not an Accounting Emperor.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Norton turned his gaze to the other two.
"Hold on, hold on," Umit quickly interjected, raising his hand. "Norton, we're not enemies. I've never targeted you. Don't you remember? I even gave you money!"
(End of Chapter)
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