Chapter 9 (1/2)

West blue, Ishiria island, roku town

(random grunt pov)

”Fatty Charles truly is generous, isn't he boys? kekeke. Time to earn some Berry!”

The rest of the group of five miscreants grinned their toothless grins in response readying their swords that had clearly seen better days already but still served their purpose.

They had been sent here by the fat vendor that was responsible for distributing the slaves to the buyers and collect the money from the clientele which meant he was a fairly important guy, though easily replacable which was important since alot of the higher echelons of the clientele status wise occassionally had a pretty short fuse when it came to patience. So it happened sometimes in the past that the one to supply the clientele with the merchandise disappeared suddenly should he or she not be able to deliver in time, until fat Charles, as he was known, came around and held his place. That made it a lot harder for the bosses should he one day disappear since it could damage their income should clientele decide to look elsewhere for entertainment which meant alot of other different consequences for the bosses of Ishiria islands underworld.

Fat Charles had given them 20.000 Berry up front and they would receive another 20.000 Berry should they succeed in capturing the boy that had the nerve to steal from fat Charles.

Of course they would make sure fat Charles got what he wanted, as was tradition on the island when Berry was involved kindness disappeared, even towards children.

As they were waiting at a corner to ambush the boy that was running the same route every day, they heard the telltale sounds of footsteps on concrete indicating that it was time to snap the trap.

The gruntboss grinned an evil grin and licked down the knife he had unsheated from his belt. Ohh, how he longed to hear the screams once again. Truly magnificent to witness from one so young.

Soon the boy rounded the corner and came face to face with three of us. His eyes widened as he saw our weapons and turned around to look for a way out of the trap but unfortunately for him the other two of our group stepped up behind him, blocking his escape route.

”What will you do now little mouse? kekeke” one of the grunts said while grinning at the boy.

”Why are you doing this?” The boy asked us while a neutral look took place on his face, seemingly brushing aside all emotions. 'weird' I thought to myself.

”Ahh, you know, you just don't steal from fat Charles. That is a big nono in this town but that doesn't really matter anymore to you now, no? kekeke” The same grunt from before said to the boy.