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Three days later, in the dimly lit room, Mr. Cyclone lay naked on the bed.

"So, it's really starting?" Little Dragon, riding on top of Mr. Cyclone, was also naked, and thus the two began their conversation.

"Who knows? But the last henchmen saw them starting to distribute weapons."

Little Dragon held Mr. Cyclone's neck with both hands, maintaining a sensual posture as if he wanted to kill the young man in front of him.

During these few days, every day he found pleasure in his own body. Although it was simply engaging in this evil activity, as time went on, Gubas was really starting to believe that the young man in front of him was just a worthless person immersed in debauchery.

"After this is over... I will really... really kill you..."

Little Dragon looked at Mr. Cyclone with pitiful eyes, and it seemed that speaking these words again had become meaningless to the young man in front of him.

"Twenty million... use all of your men for me."

"T-Twenty...twenty million?"

This time, even Gubas finally felt some surprise.

Having already spent fifteen million, the kid in front of him should only have fifteen million left, but now he could propose an even higher price.

Without giving any time for hesitation, Mr. Cyclone continued.

"To put it in a way that might make it easier for you to understand... I want to buy Sunset City."

Beneath his innocent smile, Gubas was hiding information unknown to him.

"This can be a very profitable business~ And I have already learned that there are only a few people in Sunset City who are loyal to the king."

While speaking, a man in black jumped up from the ceiling. He received a piece of paper from the man in black, and although the paper was filled with Mr. Cyclone's careless scribbles, Mr. Cyclone still looked at it.

"What? Isn't the number smaller than I expected?"

He said it as if it were true. Then, Mr. Cyclone waved his hand.

"Hmm? Where's the contract? The contract?"

Waving his hand at the black-clad man, but the other shook his head.

"What the fuck! Why did you jump down if it's not with you? Who! Who has it?"

Afterwards, another man in black jumped down, and this time Gubas took a step back.

"Oh! Big brother, it's alright, it's alright, my people are obedient~ They'll also lend you a helping hand when the time comes~"

The man in black deliberately revealed himself in front of Gubas, someone not on the surveillance list.

"Alright, this is for you~"

Looking at the expressions of the other five people, Gubas reluctantly took a step forward and took Mr. Cyclone's contract.

"Don't worry, big brother, you can carefully read the contract before signing it~"

Gubas opened the contract and looked at it.

"What is this!?"

"How is it, Gubas?"

The five people familiar with Gubas were also shocked by his surprise.

But Gubas still kept his composure, folding up the document and staring into Mr. Cyclone's eyes as he asked.

"Aren't you trying to buy this country? Then why..."

"Oh, big brother~ You really don't understand your little brother~"

Casually, Mr. Cyclone smiled and said.

"For me~ as long as I have women, it's enough. Little Dragon that big brother gave me really is something I can't let go of~ Let those who want to do the troublesome things do them~"

Mr. Cyclone spread his hands as if he wanted to ignore everything.

"For my little brother, it doesn't matter who governs Sunset City. Ellen King won't care at all. As long as he has control over the harbor, it's enough~"

That night, with Mr. Cyclone's final words, an idea began to take root in the hearts of everyone present. But Mr. Cyclone disregarded them, no longer paying them any attention, allowing that idea to develop naturally.Ignoring everything, I spent every day in bed with Little Dragon until now.

"Why... why are you so confident that I won't kill you?"

Watching Little Dragon squeeze his own hand repeatedly.

"...So you really won't kill me?"

"Huh?"

Little Dragon didn't know how to respond to Mr. Cyclone's reaction.

"Do you know? When I was in Arlen City, I killed the legendary villain, that grand prime minister whom even King Allen feared... Just got killed by a flower vase~ No matter how powerful your magic is, when it's time to die, you have to die~"

Mr. Cyclone lightly held Little Dragon's slender waist, wanting to feel a different kind of pleasure than Little Dragon squeezing his own neck.

"If that's the case, then dying at the hands of the girl you love is a hundred times better than that grand prime minister, right?"

"You idiot..."

"Is that so? I feel so good right now~ Not just down there, but also the warmth coming from your hands~"

Pausing for a moment, he said with an electrifying gaze.

"So~ I've said it hundreds of times, it's really orgasmic~ hehehe~"

As a result, Little Dragon squeezed even harder, and Mr. Cyclone couldn't even breathe.

"Damn it! Damn it! Attempt... attempt to murder your own husband!!"

After that night, when Mr. Cyclone opened his eyes once again, Little Dragon was no longer clutching his neck or straddling him.

Instead, like a cute little cat, he quietly lay in the crook of Mr. Cyclone's arm.