Dragon Ball: Saiyan's Gourmet Journey

Chapter 78: Being mistaken for an assassin, I activated my invincible skills in the City Lord’s Mansion!
Broly didn't understand what was going on. He had honestly explained his identity and purpose to everyone who came to ask him who he was and what he was doing in the City Lord's Mansion, but he was attacked every time.

However, not understanding it did not prevent Broly from launching an equally ruthless counterattack against those who attacked him.

Therefore, the noise in the City Lord's Mansion became louder and louder, and the corpses everywhere made everyone certain that there was an overly arrogant assassin who was now attacking the City Lord's Mansion head-on and intended to harm the Marquis of Bossier, who was the city lord.

"You dare to assassinate the city lord in broad daylight? I, the heavy-armored Jackie, will take care of you."

The number one expert in the City Lord's Mansion roared like this, and wearing heavy armor and with natural supernatural powers, he rushed towards the dwarf assassin.

"Bang~"

Broly just threw a light punch and sent the top master of Bossier City, who was wearing heavy armor, flying straight into the air.

The upper body was inserted into the ceiling, and as the brick and stone debris fell, the body swayed freely on the ceiling like boneless catkins.

"My Lord, please wait here for a moment. I will take care of that fellow!"

This time, a western cowboy character appeared, and he still regarded Broly as an invader (although he was indeed one). He pulled out a pair of revolvers from his waist and said something to the middle-aged man next to him.

"It's noon, death revolver, die monster."

The man suddenly jumped out from the corner of the corridor, and the moment he jumped over the corner, he fired 12 shots with both guns.

Without waiting for Broly to say anything, he shot him in the forehead, in the same spot.

"it hurts!"

Broly was hurt and raised his hand to cover his forehead where he was hit. He rubbed the brass lump that was pressed together by twelve bullets off his forehead.

[It really is a monster, so take this move from me, I will shoot you with both eyes! ]

The cowboy quickly changed his bullets, jumped through the corridor corner again, and fired twelve more shots.

This time, Broly was prepared and used his little hands to catch all the bullets.

"Hey, you guy, don't hit others randomly. If you hit me again, I will hit you."

Broly warned that he was only here to ask something, but the people here were like people who had taken gunpowder.

[That monster is already afraid of me. He doesn't dare to come over now. I can buy time! ]

The cowboy thought so, then he reloaded his bullets and jumped out.

"Death Shot!"

Broly grabbed the bullet and this time threw it directly at the head of the gunman who shot him in the head for the third time.

Before the cowboy hit the ground, blood spurted out from the back of his head, and then he fell to the ground beside him like a dead fish, motionless.

"A bunch of guys who don't understand what people are saying!"

Broly walked over, took a look at the corpse, and complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Hey, uncle over there, can you understand what I'm saying?"

The two strongest guards around him died without even firing a single move. Marquis Bosir was very sad, but he was not sad about the death of his trusted guards. Instead, he was sad that he was so blind that he regarded these two idiots with no skills as masters and hired them at a high price to protect his safety.

As a result, when they really encountered danger, the two of them threw themselves to the ground, leaving themselves in a dangerous situation.

The Marquis of Bossier originally wanted to crawl away quietly under the table, but the assassin who came to kill him was a dwarf who looked like a boy. With his height, he didn't even need to bend down to see him hiding under the table.

"Yes, I can understand what people say. What instructions do you have for me, sir?"

With sweat on his forehead, Marquis Bosir forced a smile, crawled out and spoke timidly to Broly.

"Finally I met someone who can understand what I say. Well, I want to ask your Marquis something, but I don't know where he is. Do you know where he is?" Broly felt relieved when he saw that the man was so easy to talk to. He finally met someone he could communicate with. It was really not easy!
Marquis Bosir had already caught a glimpse of a corpse in a corridor out of the corner of his eye, and didn't believe at all that Broly was just there to ask questions.

However, the assassin's appearance of not recognizing him gave Marquis Bossier something to think about.

"I know that the Marquis is now having fun in the room on the top floor of the City Lord's Mansion. You just need to go up to the top floor and find the only large bedroom on the left side of the stairs to find the Marquis of the City Lord's Mansion. My lord, I have told you everything. Please don't kill me and let me live."

In order to save his life, Hou Bosir started to kowtow rapidly after explaining what happened.

"Hey, uncle, you don't have to kowtow, because I don't care about my life. Don't worry, since you didn't make any move to attack me, you are safe."

[I believed your lies. Did every corpse in this corridor attack you?! (This is the truth)]

Although he was thinking this in his heart, Marquis Bossier looked moved and quickly expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir."

"Goodbye, uncle. The people in this city lord's mansion have bad tempers. You must be careful not to get attacked."

Broly waved goodbye to the kind uncle who showed him the way, then easily jumped up a flight of stairs and walked towards the top floor.

After Broly left, Marquis Bosir wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the next moment, he ran out of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Mr. Marquis?"

The young guard saw the man running out and couldn't help but stand up and salute and shout.

"Shh, shh, don't be so loud!"

Marquis Bosir's forehead was sweating again, and he felt that this guard was ignorant.

"Where's my car?"

he asks.

"Here."

The young guard quickly pointed the way. The Marquis's private carriage was usually parked in a special parking garage on the right side of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Very good. I am leaving now to mobilize the army. You stay here and hold the assassin inside for me. Do you understand?"

said the Marquis de Bossier as soon as he got into the carriage.

"Ah, this..."

The young guard was a little embarrassed.

"Can't you do it?"

The Marquis of Bossier looked suspicious. In his eyes, the young guard now seemed to be a man who was not loyal to his duty.

"No, my Lord Marquis, I will try my best."

The young guard responded quickly.

"I have high hopes for you, young man. When I return and lead the army to eliminate the assassins, you will be the hero of this escort. I will reward you then."

The Marquis of Bossier patted the young guard on the shoulder, and while the young guard was very excited, he drove away on his own.

Reward? What a reward. He just said that to get people to work for him. Once the assassin in the city lord's mansion is dealt with, he will punish the young guard for his poor guarding of the gate.

(End of this chapter)