Chapter 489 Mysterious Masters
Slytherin had previously been fighting a one-on-one battle with a foe, before 3 other foes joined his battle.
And the more Slytherin fought against all 4 foes... the more he realized that they weren’t trying to kill him.
Nope!
They were just trying to beat him to a pulp.
Once he ducked from the attack, another took advantage of this and kicked his sword out of his hands, while 2 others swiftly kicked the back of his legs.
"Kneel down!"
’Plup!’
Just like that, he dropped to his knees unwillingly and beca their punching bag.
They even allowed him to get up again.
But every ti he rose up, and dodged soone’s blows, he would be knocked right back down to the ground.
"How dare...."
’Bam!’
"F*** you..."
"Bam!"
Every ti he opened his mouth, he was punched or kicked directly in the mouth.
But of course, how could he block these attacks when his body was so weak from their previous attacks?
’Bam!’
’Bam!’
’Bam!’
son of a b**ch!!
He was so angry that he soon reverted back into a spoiled 5-year-old kid.
He was so furious that he began crying.
"Hahahahaha!... brothers look at this!
He’s crying!"
"Aw... does the little baby need so cloth to wipe his eyes?"
"Ahh.... does baby need his mummy?
So after torturing so many people in your lifeti, you too can also feel helpless?"
"Aye old 3.. do you think that if we continue to beat him up, that he would also wet himself?"
"What a baby!"
"Hahahhahahahha!"
Slytherin’s body trembled slightly from rage, as he listened to their comnts.
"Shut up!
I’m not crying!
It’s clearly dust in my eyes.
It’s clearly....."
’Bam!’
Once again, they kicked him down before he could complete his sentence.
He grabbed the ground below him and spat out blood and a few loose teeth in his mouth.
Blood oozed out of his nostrils, as well as dripped out of his mouth too.
His eyelids were now bluish in colour and ridiculously swollen, making it extrely hard for him to see what or where he was going.
Seeing that Slytherin’s face already looked like it had been stung by a hundred bees.... his foes changed their target to his chest region and other body parts.
And the more they punched, the more furious Slytherin was.
Sohow, even though he couldn’t see properly.... he felt like that masked man was openly laughing at him, as if mocking him.
And he was right!
Because Mr. Death.... as well as many others, had stood on the side to watch the show.
Almost all of Slytherins n were dead..... so those on Mr. Death’s side who were free, sat down and rested while observing the fight.
Slytherin felt like he had never been so humiliated before in his life as he was today.
’Ghostly prince.... masked bastard..... I swear that if I sohow escape, I will definitely kill you all even if it’s the thing that I do.
Bastards!!!!’
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Slytherin continued to receive his fair share of punches while glaring at the n.
But all they saw was soone looking at them with big puffy swollen eyes.
Yup!
He needed his mummy.
As they punched Slytherin, they didn’t feel any sympathy for him at all
How could they?
One look at mother Mona and they all felt like slashing his throat wide open.
But since their young master would personally kill Slytherin, their job was to deliver him ALIVE.
So they decided to very their anger on him by using him as a punching bag.
After all, he had no pity on Mother Mona for the past 7 months.
Her entire body was covered with whip marks, and her face was even more swollen and bluish looking than Slytherins.
In short, she looked truly ghastly and grueso.
All this ti, they had never bothered to give her treatnt when beating her up, so so of the injuries on her face would now remain permanent there.
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One had to know that people looked down on won with scars, bruises and marks on her face in this era.
So even if they wouldn’t look down on her, they still didn’t like that others might look down or feel that she was too ugly to be queen mother of Arcadina.
So shallow nobles might make fun of her, and this might undoubtedly make her feel inferior with ti.
For Slytherin to damage her face so much was sothing that they could never forgive.
They only hoped that in future, maybe they would find so miracle doctor to heal it.
Maybe in Baymard?
Anyway, apart from Mother Mona’s face and whipped body..... her limbs were so weak that she had trouble standing on her own, and even her throat was covered in bruises as well.
They were also sure that these torturers had also broken a few of Mona Mona’s bones and even ribs too.
In short, looking at the delicate woman’s finger that also had whip lines on that.... everyone couldn’t help but wonder if these people had even spared so parts of the woman’s fragile body from torture.
He clenched their fists in rage and continued hanging up on Slytherin.
They kicked, punched and elbowed him until they were absolutely convinced they had redesigned his body to look much worse than Mother Mona’s.
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Ti flew by swiftly, and soon..... the battle, or rather the gang-up was finally over.
In the end, Slytherin, his aides, 3 Captains, and 50 other n, had been captured and tied up as prisoners.
Of course, Mr. Death had decided to arrange another play for his own amusent for them.... just like he did for Connor and Jas.
It was too bad that his favourite toy of all, Slytherin..... wouldn’t get to play in these amusent gas, as he had to be sent back to the young master the next day.
He had been tasked with taking care of this hidden estate, so he could only have people secretly send Slytherin to the young master tomorrow.
Nonetheless, that didn’t an that he wouldn’t be playing with this favourite toy.... as he had the whole night to tease the little thing.
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With the battle coming to an end, Mr. Death and his people continued their show.
But unbeknownst to everyone, 2 fully cloaked n in separate buildings on the estate..... had been secretly watching everything play out in the shadows.
Both n worked for different masters and were only here to keep tabs on the situation.
They smiled cruelly, before quickly escaping from the estate one after the other amidst the confusion and excitent below.
And who were their masters?
Who were they supposed to report back to?
Well... that was a story for another day.
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