Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Like a lion's mane, the red hair and the knife marks on the face match perfectly. Unlike such a violent, butcherous atmosphere, however, the well-dressed body and large breasts were significantly unbalanced, and femininity was as serious as tubing tops in hot pants, not chipaododos.

However, she is good enough to chew on the Angry Warriors regardless of that.

- Mutuga Guild's Superior Prisoner Reget.

She called me from the back.

"Nice meeting you, motherfucker. What the fuck did you do to my place of business?"

I felt a deep sense of life for her as she spoke with a lot of annoyance.

That's a fucking deluxe life, too. Looking at her, I notice a vicious claw hanging behind my butt. Even if you're wearing a suit that looks like a defensive agent, you can definitely carry a weapon.

Come on.

- Nice to meet you.

I lowered my voice and told Lina to go quietly and live hard in the mountains. Lina, who senses an unusual airflow, greets him with a warm greeting and runs away.

"I've been looking for a dick, you son of a bitch. I went to collect what? Why would a barbarian bastard stop his business? Oh, my God, they're all dead. You don't have a penny, you crazy son of a bitch."

It seems that Regret came to collect the money and found out about what happened today. Because I look so characteristic, I would have been able to extract the information in no time if I defeated a few slums.

"You were the culprit."

In the first place, there are rumors that a single organization has been opened in the street. It seems that Regret found me as an organized culprit, jumping around and looking for me.

... and behaved similarly to my thoughts.

So it's not unusual to meet.

I spent some time kissing Risha, so have you been tracking her? I put my hand on the knife handle and looked at her gaps, staring at Lizette.

"I remember I said it was definitely my district... I shared how to make allowances because I was the one you liked, and then you gave me a headache? You can't do this, can you?"

"Yankee bastard?"

"What?"

No, you're the Regent, not me.

I definitely thought you were a negotiator. But now that I know the truth. I can confidently tell her.

"You're not me, you're a bitch."

You're a firecracker, not a hoarder.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I did your reasoning. I've ruined everything."

"You son of a bitch. You think he turned his head?"

"That's what I want to do, you firecracker."

Regret is nothing but a mere lightning rodent. By the way, Regret opens his eyes wide and looks ridiculous.

"Fireworks? No, huh. Damn it. Am I supposed to hear that from your son?"

"Of course you do, you son of a bitch."

Regret didn't see Chloe or anything like that while listening to me. However... I don't see any room for an ambush either.

I stand defenseless at first sight, but I will fight back as soon as I move.

You must be the prizekeeper.

"What? The allowance?"

I also said in a slumber.

"Do you know what you've done?"

"What did I do?"

Regret did not even seem to feel guilty about what he did. Let's remind her of her mistakes from now on.

As a daily moral teacher, Kim Cat.

"Because of that fucked-up allowance from Regrett Nine. Do you know how many innocent people have suffered horribly?"

"Innocent people? Is this motherfucker hot?"

"No, motherfucker. Lift it to the end."

"..."

She stretches her arms and looks at me with her eyes wide open. The chest on the forearm... is also quite large. Can I aim for that as a weakness?

No, by the way, this year's regatta outfit is too serious.

He's got a big chest. He's wearing a tube top. Most importantly, the rigidly trained legs were all revealed in hot pants.

I don't know if I'm confident or if I'm showing off my sexiness, but I don't think I'll ever see a good look when I walk into the slum like that.

It is clear that men who are hungry for sexual desire will receive gaze or lust. Of course, even if a squadron of them came, they would defeat them alone.

"... to pay you back, the violent organizations jumped. They were devouring the money of the impoverished poor and children, fearing to be killed by you."

She said the same thing about her sins.

"It's all because of your allowance."

"I said a fucking piece of shit."

- I doubt it.

Regret, however, merely looked questionable.

"What was that about? What makes you think I'm a Yankee, not you?"

"That's right, you bastard. You still don't know what you did wrong after you just heard that story?"

"I don't know, you piece of shit? That's beyond ridiculous. It's fun. Tell me more about Agari."

I don't think it's just a sin, rather than not understanding it. Regret said arrogantly, as if he were looking at me.

"There are innocent victims because of the repayment you're about to make."

"Oh, my God."

And then I'm really surprised.

"You were a better son of a bitch than I thought. No. Are you talking like that about those kids who just got wiped out and stole all their property? That's fucking funny. Innocent victims?"

- Not bad.

Regret moves his hands behind his buttocks, releasing the rope tied to the claw.

"Yeah, maybe I got a few innocent victims because of my business. So what was that about? Have you avoided anything? You're usually weak, you get beaten up and you live. I'm sure you know that. Or did you catch a man and kill him, and then Matte Tang went away and killed him?

Even at that moment, I couldn't find a gap. As I said, she also began to stretch as she spoke length--woodcock, turning her head, etc.

"That's fucking cool, motherfucker. Very good, eh? The lion of justice. I'd love to."

"AmChang? But I can't resist."

"Fuckin 'asshole."

"I know, motherfucker. I was just joking."

Well, a lot of Lizette's stories are entirely right.

- If I'm weak, I get beaten and live.

If we are weak in this world, we are forced to live. It is inevitable, and I fully agree, because it is a natural story. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Regret in that sense.

It was virtuous to make money by exploiting the weak. Everyone will say that Regret is right, except for those who have been beaten directly.

Even I think I'm right.

"Well, anyway, so. What? Innocent damage? I want to tell you not to fuck. You're not gonna say that kind of stupid justice, are you? So what's the damage to you? Huh?"

But it is.

"No, you fucking regatta bitch."

"What?"

It's not like I'm doing shit.

"Of course I saw the damage, you son of a bitch."

I'm screwing up because I've seen the damage.

Actually, it doesn't matter what innocent victims are. It is natural to exploit the weak. I think that's good.

It's just me.

Gimcott looks at the damage.

That is just the problem.

The act of Regent caused me to see the damage. It is so terrible that there will be no more in this world.

I told him so, and he looked at me like Lizette was ridiculous.

"Damaged? No, fuck you. Did you rip your balls off?"

"That can't be right."

"So?"

Am I ripping it off?

It's Lina who ripped it.

"My sister ripped my teeth out. To your organizer's kids."

"Did you have a sister?"

"Do you have a mother?"

"You know."

"I have a sister, too."

"No, fuck."

It keeps leaking down the other side.

"Anyway, my sister stole money from some organizer, and I did some research on it, so I had you at the top."

You ripping little bastards are everywhere in the world, so I thought it was just that kind of organization. There's one or two individuals in that organization. However, it turns out that it was an organization under the Regent.

Who knew I'd set up a place like that?

They also use a three-story building.

"So I crushed them all."

At the end of the story, Regent apologized.

"Uh... I'm sorry about that. You should have taken care of your sister. But what, did you kill them all for ripping them off? No, I don't do that either."

"It's hard for this son of a bitch to put out a duck. I heard you killed him, too."

"I even killed a couple of unsolicited bastards. And you son of a bitch. Did you know they were your sisters? I wouldn't have known. You're just gonna give me my money back, and you're just gonna stop my business for that? You son of a bitch, this is unforgivable."

"I don't think that matters."

No reason, no rationality.

It is a world that cannot live without causality.

If I've seen the damage, and if it's done by someone weaker than me, I don't need an explanation. All I have to do is do what I want. That's why the organizers were wiped out.

"The important thing is that I saw the damage."

"Son of a... of course. The more I look at it, the more I like the idea. Yeah, if you saw blood, you'd have to bite it to the end. Good tenacity when it comes to Yankee."

"If it wasn't for my sister, I would have liked your idea."

- Not bad.

A reget that touches Chloe.

"Well, anyway... now I've seen blood, too. You can do the same thing."

Likewise, the Regent, fully equipped with Chloe, declared. Yes, she also had her place of business destroyed because of me. There is no need for causality and causality.

If there is a fight, respond to it.

There is no need for rationality or reason.

When you have to fight, you have to fight.

Seriously, I think I live with a similar idea.

"Horse."

Horses are dancing.

"You don't need it."

"Come on."

"Prepare to search, you son of a bitch."

The killer feels cold chills on Chloe's blade.

Is it made of a good material? It was a weapon that really matched her look. After holding the position, she lowers her body as if she were going to pop out right away.

"You're the one who's dying here, man."

I also take back her words by pulling a knife and spreading the herb of the murderous chief swordsman.

"I'm going."

"Come."

I think we should fight with Agari.

The moment the appearance of the Regent became blurred.

- Pa!

So far, I have tried to sneak back at the time of the attack by robbing Agari, but I don't see any gaps. Then, after all, there is no answer but a frontal battle.

Honestly, the situation is not good.

After killing twenty violent peasants earlier, he wasted his stamina and manna, and most importantly, he wasted about half of his manna by casting a slash on Mercin's cheek.

It is not a state of war.

In the first place, I felt like I could be pushed even though I was in a state of war... but in the end, this is the situation.

However, the fight has already begun.

Can we win?

No, I'm not.

Winning.

- Wedging fluid!!!!

Regent, who preceded Chloe, immediately narrowed the distance.

Fast. Very fast. Mutu was faster than he fought in the guild, and most importantly, he was armed, so he was a very murderous man.

Two claws with three blades each.

The blade felt like a strong bear's claw.

- Solid and sharp.

Perhaps it's not my job to tear up my armor with the skill of a Regent. She'll be using it, just like I used Mana.

"I've been looking for Nin, you bastard."

But it is.

I have a sword and armor that I believe in.

If you had all your gear on.

- I don't lose.

Don't think you can beat me with that bad outfit.

"Somewhere Mutu's bastard is trying to beat the test."

In a space where time seemed to have stopped, I captured the movement of the Regent. Claw, stretching out at a very rapid pace, was clearly aiming for my branches.

I have to get rid of that blade.

What about the claw in the other hand?

"Examination of the head."

- Fazic!

Stretching the knife to stop Chloe, the sharp metal and metal rubbed each other's flesh to create a flame. Her evil smile sparkles like a firecracker on a summer day.

I stopped one, but the opposite claw flies right away.

Is this Regent's winning strategy?

- But.

I am a prosecutor at the same time.

It's power.

"Property Law Dejaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"