Chapter 152.2
The slums of the desert town of Cutlass. The whole town was like a slum, but this area, inhabited by the poorest of the poor, was a lawless area where only violence rightly reigned.
“…ah…aaah…”
Occasionally, a moan escaped from the tiger man with shattered limbs, who repeatedly regained consciousness and fainted.
Under the blazing sun, with the sun rising directly overhead, several hungry gazes were directed at me, who was walking down the center of the street, dragging the man, from the half-collapsed buildings made of earth and stone that lined the periphery of the area.
No one would attack me even if I did not intimidate them. Perhaps they realized that the tiger man I was dragging was a member of the Munza Group and were trying to gauge my ability since I had half-killed him.
As I continued on, letting go of the feverish desire to kill that was mixed in the air, I saw a large stone mansion that was out of place with the surrounding buildings.
I wondered if that was the mansion of the Munza Group, the group in charge of this area.
My initial plan was to attack from the back and take Chaco away, but I decided to head straight for the mansion. As I approached with the man in tow, perhaps because of the murderous intent that was in the surrounding air, the two men guarding the gate, a cat and a dog beastmen, pointed spears in their hands at me.
“You, what are you doing!”
“Did you realize that you are approaching Batir-sama’s mansion… brother!”
One of the gatekeepers, realizing who the dragged man was, shouted out, and the tiger man who regained consciousness at the sound of his voice shouted out with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
“…This is the woman I told you about! Tell the young master! Geez, this is the end of you too, woman! You know how many people are here?”