Chapter 69: Prepare to Die
"Um?"
Charlotte raised his head slightly, confusion evident on his face, as he looked toward the man who had spoken.
But when Butler Fei saw Charlotte finally raise his head, he burst into mocking laughter.
"Hahaha! Boy, take a good look at the world one last time because you won't have another chance after this."
Having said this, Butler Fei turned around and walked away, clearly unconcerned. He still had work to do and didn't feel like wasting time on a captured slave.
Charlotte remained silent, watching the middle-aged man walk away. After a moment, a faint smirk appeared on his face.
He was starting to piece together where he was.
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A cold, mocking voice came from his side.
"What? Awake already?"
Recognizing the familiar voice, Charlotte turned and saw the Red Earl sitting calmly in his cage.
"Redfield, you got caught too?" Charlotte said, clearly surprised.
The Red Earl sat there, his noble demeanor intact despite being confined. His arms were crossed as he shot Charlotte a look of pure disdain.
"Do you even realize the situation we're in right now?" Redfield replied, rolling his eyes.
"Uh…"
Charlotte blinked, momentarily thrown off by the Red Earl's condescending tone. His expression quickly turned frustrated.
"Damn it! Who had the audacity to lock us up? I'm going to kill them!"
Charlotte balled his fists in anger and punched the iron bars of his cage.
Crunch!
The thick steel bars bent and groaned under the force of his strike, leaving everyone around him in stunned silence.
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The other prisoners in the backroom stared at Charlotte in shock, while the staff, frozen in place, exchanged uneasy glances.
The Red Earl sighed, placing a hand on his forehead as if to say, Why did I bother with this idiot?
Charlotte noticed the silence and frowned, his anger intensifying.
"Let me out right now, or I promise you'll all lose your lives!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.
For a moment, the room remained deathly quiet. Then, one of the staff members, clearly trying to mask his nervousness, burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Did you hear that? The slave thinks he's in charge! What a joke!"
The other staff members quickly joined in, laughing to hide their growing unease.
"Don't pay him any mind," one of them said dismissively. "He's probably gone mad from the stress of being sold. Happens all the time in this line of work."
Their laughter grated on Charlotte's nerves. His veins bulged in anger as he reached out, gripping the bars of his cage.
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Groan!
With a show of brute force, Charlotte began to pull the thick steel bars apart. The iron screeched in protest as the cage bent under his strength.
This display caught everyone's attention. All eyes turned to Charlotte as he stepped out of the ruined cage with a calm but deadly aura.
"Boss! The slave escaped!" one staff member stammered, pointing at Charlotte in horror.
His panicked shout created a ripple of chaos. Staff members scrambled to alert the guards, shouting over each other in fear.
"Quick! Call the enforcers! The slaves are escaping!"
Moments later, the door to the backroom burst open, and twenty or thirty heavily armed thugs stormed in. They carried clubs, chains, and other weapons, their faces twisted into fierce expressions.
The staff immediately made way for the thugs, creating a clear path toward Charlotte.
Standing in the middle of the corridor, Charlotte stared at the thugs with a feral grin. The Red Earl, who had also torn apart his cage and climbed on top of it, looked down at the scene with mild amusement.
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The leader of the thugs stepped forward, pointing a loaded crossbow at Charlotte.
"Get back in your cage, slave, or die where you stand," he barked.
Charlotte's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with dangerous intent. He glanced at the Red Earl, who remained perched atop his cage, observing the situation with a bored expression.
"Redfield, should I leave you half?" Charlotte asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
The Red Earl smirked and waved dismissively. "I'm not interested in squashing ants."
"Fair enough," Charlotte said, turning his attention back to the thugs.
Crack!
He tilted his neck, loosening his muscles, his grin turning sinister.
"Are you all ready to die?"
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Before the thug leader could respond, Charlotte moved.
In an instant, he closed the gap between them, his speed blinding. The thug barely had time to register the movement before Charlotte drove his hand into his chest.
Thud!
The leader's eyes went wide as blood spurted from his mouth. He looked down in disbelief at the arm impaled through his torso.
"You…" he rasped, but the words never came.
Charlotte withdrew his arm slowly, letting the lifeless body fall to the ground with a heavy thud.
"Boss!"
The remaining thugs shouted in unison, but their voices were tinged with fear. None of them dared to step forward.
Charlotte turned his blood-stained hand toward them, his grin widening.
"Who's next?"
The room fell silent. Even the Red Earl raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"This is going to be interesting," Redfield muttered himself.
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