A white three-story house is located in front of this area of ordinary residences, and it looks so prominent.
In Butu City, such majestic buildings seem to be out of place in such a dilapidated small town.
There were Bengali soldiers standing at the door of this house. They stood neatly in two rows, holding spears and weapons in their hands.
There was a fierce look in his eyes. The people around him seemed afraid to continue walking when they saw such a formation.
When Tuvia and Jungster arrived, the people of Butu City were already occupied not far from the door, and their expressions were filled with panic and fear.
But he seemed reluctant to leave here, and the worry in his eyes was palpable.
At this moment, there seemed to be movement inside, and a girl's cry came out.
Immediately afterwards, a group of people walked out of the house, and they forcefully carried a woman towards the door.
The leading man looked at the woman who was being carried forcefully with a proud look on his face. "Naifel, I, Ax, have told you a long time ago that one day I will bring you to my mansion and make you my number one in Bangladesh."
A warrior woman.”
The girl who kept struggling looked angrily at the man in front of her, "Ax, you beast, even if I die, I won't help a trash like you."
"Pah!" Akers had a cold face, and his mouth full of stuff swayed with the rough breath blowing from his nostrils.
It looks very disgusting.
"I'm telling you, no one can get you except me, Ax."
He waved his palm and shouted loudly, "Take it away."
Tuvia looked at the man named Akers. He looked to be in his forties or fifties. He was tall and strong. His belly was swollen like a woman's ten-month pregnancy. He looked very...
funny.
He was wearing a suit of brown and black armor, which seemed to be made of good material.
The iron sheet on his chest shone like silver under the scorching sun. It swayed back and forth with his fat body.
Tuvia sneered in her heart, such an old man could bully a teenage girl so disgustingly.
Looking at the restrained woman, her face still looked childish. Her facial features were very delicate and beautiful. In such a remote town, Tuvia seemed to have never encountered such a refined woman in the past few days since she arrived.
At this time, she seemed to understand in her heart that those men had such sad and angry expressions just now. It turned out that the Bengal generals were planning to get their hands on the only golden flower they had here.
Jungst stood behind him and remained silent. However, a slight anger flashed under the silent stars.
Tuvia looked back at her. "If you are so unwilling for her to go with this man, then you can swap with her. I think that fat guy will accept everyone who comes."
Jung's face was mixed with black and white. It seemed that Tuvia's joke deeply disgusted her.
"Princess……………"
Jungster was about to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.
"Let go of my sister."
Tuvia turned her face and looked towards the door. She saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy running out of the door, followed closely by two Bangladeshi soldiers who were embarrassed and did not dare.
The boy ran towards the soldiers carrying Nefil, and bit the exposed arm of one of them fiercely.
The opponent couldn't dodge, and felt a burst of pain. The strength in his hand relaxed.
Nefil lost her balance and fell down. She immediately got up and ran to the boy and hugged him tightly.
"Batra, why don't you listen to me?" Nefil said seemingly angrily.
The child who called Batra looked at Ax fiercely across from him. There were two clusters of anger burning in his eyes.
It seemed that with a knife in his hand, he would kill the damn old man in front of him without hesitation.
"Nefel, I will not escape. Men from our "Moleus" family will not accept failure lightly."
Ax laughed arrogantly, looking at the young face in front of him and said mockingly.
"You are an arrogant boy. Don't blame me for not saying ugly things first. You are blocking my way. I will kill you immediately."
If he hadn't looked out for Naifel's sake, he would have killed this troublesome little beast with a knife.
Batra's cold eyes looked at Ax's plump face with deep hatred.
"Ax, I'm going to kill you."
He broke away from Naifel's arms and ran towards Accra's position. He waved his fists and beat the man in front of him who was a head taller than him.
"To give my parents their lives, I'm going to kill you bastard."
Nephil looked at what was happening in front of him in horror.
"Batra, don't do this, it's dangerous."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ax picked up Batra's collar and looked at him fiercely.
"Damn boy, I won't kill you because of your sister's sake. You are so ungrateful, don't look at me to take care of you."
He threw Batra violently and threw Batra to the ground. His thin body hit the flat stones on the ground. Batra's little face wrinkled tightly, but his stubborn face did not fall.
A tear.
Blood immediately flowed out of the mouth, and the bystanders looked unbearable.
In the city of Butu, the people were very grateful for the charity of the "Moleus" family in this poor place, far away from the imperial city of Memphis.
Even their leader in Thebes, King Horus, even forgot about this territory.
However, the "Moleus" family, which has always been here, has always contributed money and efforts to help them overcome difficulties one after another.
Tuvia's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and she stared closely at the stubborn boy who fell on the ground. Judging from his bones, he seemed to be a good martial arts material. If he is cultivated well, he will definitely be a good martial artist in time.
A powerful helper.
At this time, Batra was still cursing, as if such bone-chilling pain could not make him give in. "I'm going to kill you, you bastard."
"Batra!"
Nefil quickly ran towards Batra's position, her delicate and beautiful face covered with tears.
"Stop him." Ax ordered the soldiers beside him.
"yes."
Several guards immediately ran up and restrained Nefer's steps forcefully.
"No, you bastards, devils. Let me go."
Nefel cried. She struggled desperately. Looking at her brother lying on the roadside, she felt worried and throbbing in her heart.
Atus looked coldly at the crying woman in front of him. He stepped forward and grabbed Nefer's long brown hair.
"If I don't get rid of this little beast, I don't think you will be able to go back with me at ease. Someone, bring that kid over to me."
"yes!"
The soldiers beside him immediately followed the order and left. They jerked Batra's body, which was already convulsing with pain, to his feet and threw him down at Ax's feet again.
Tuvia watched everything happening here with cold eyes.
She looked at the men watching around her with evil eyes, mocking their behavior in her heart.
They had been so heroic and ambitious in the teahouse just now, but it seemed that when they saw the battle in front of them, their temporary bravery disappeared immediately.
Men! What a bunch of cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death!!