Flora's Point of View
[Brat, why are you looking for me? Did you fall in love with me? Sorry, I already have someone in mind.]
[The rat kid is no pedophile.]
[REPEAT THAT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!]
[WHAT IF I DO, YOU BITCH?]
Ahhh… A headache attacks me as the brat and the compact tyrant meet.
[I knew this would happen ever since I saw that report…]
Beside me, Yumi rubs her forehead, exasperated.
Teresa Tryania, better known as "the Compact Tyrant." Just like Astrad, famous for all the wrong reasons.
But unlike Astrad, who cleansed the entire town of Carabelas of delinquents and brought it under his personal yoke, Teresa created and managed a gigantic gang that dominated the student world and recently began to confront organized crime in Puerto Dorado.
[YOU'RE REALLY LOOKING FOR A FIGHT, YOU DAMN BRAT!] –Teresa gets exasperated with Astrad and declares as she punches the iron bars.
"BOM!"
The powerful impact resonates through the jail, making most of us flinch. Although she's small, you can see a dent in the area of the bar where she hit.
[A FIGHT YOU WANT, A FIGHT YOU GET, YOU LITTLE VIXEN] – Astrad shouted with a brave tone, but he had already hidden behind Wiston with the girl he nicknames 9 in his arms.
[GAHAHAHAHA, it's good that the kids are getting along] –Wiston laughs heartily while both walking catastrophes argue.
What part of that is "getting along"? Stupid orangutan… Oh, the nickname actually fits him perfectly. The kid got it right here.
[Damn it, if you're a man, get out from behind that old man. Grrr.]
[What if I refuse? Ssss.]
[You little… hia?]
Teresa was about to continue the dysfunction, but her voice is cut off when she's pulled by the collar of her shirt and lifted like a kitten by the man locked in with her. And, surprisingly, the tyrant remains docile.
[Kid, why are you looking for us? Do I owe you? Just so we're clear, I have no relationship with this] –asked Carlos de la Cruz as he pointed at Teresa, a man about whom you don't know whether to say he's a bastard with bad luck or good luck.
Due to his appearance, which screams "Yakuza," he has a record as extensive as the two idiots, but most were minor incidents or misunderstandings that ended with a compensation for him. And besides… he's the only lunatic capable of taming the beast.
[Sempai, we're in public~~] –said Teresa as she blushed like a maiden in love, squeezing her cheeks.
She's literally being carried by the neck as if she were some flea-bitten stray cat.
[And what the hell does that mean?]
[Kyaaa, how bold!]
[STOP THAT.]
Carlos gets exasperated and stops paying attention to Teresa.
[Well?] – he asked Astrad again.
But, instead of a clear answer…
[You see that, you stupid gorilla tamer? That's how you tame a damn wild animal. Learn something from my brother-in-law] – Astrad looked at Jhon with annoyance and scolded him mercilessly.
[WHO THE FUCK IS YOUR BROTHER-IN-LAW?] –Carlos immediately complained, but Astrad and Jhon were busy blaming each other.
[I ALREADY TOLD YOU I'M DOING WHAT I CAN.] [THE RAT KID DOESN'T WANT EXCUSES.]
[[KUAGGGG!]]
Both fell to their knees when they were hit by Yumi.
Honestly, can't we have one serious conversation when this brat is involved?
---------- Astrad's Point of View ------------
Back in the reception offices.
[KAKAAKAKA, so that was it. And here I was thinking about breaking your legs, kakakaka.]
I flinch at the compact tyrant's declaration, as she pats me on the back with such force I think she broke a rib.
How was the rat kid supposed to know that the brat in the jail was the older sister of Mika, the delinquent girl? And to top it all off, this loli is the same one who appears in the headlines with titles like: "Bloodbath: The Compact Tyrant leaves 30 seriously injured after street fight."
But, more importantly, older sister? How ridiculous. A single one of Mika's boobs must have more mass than this entire loli.
[Well, thanks for taking care of my sister] –the Yakuza bows his head and thanks me. Supposedly, he's Carmelia's older brother.
[Anytime, brother-in-law.] […Is it really necessary for you to call me that?] [Does it bother you?] [A lot.] [Then, yes.]
The rat kid has a reputation to maintain.
[WAAAAA, Rat 1, they're horrible!]
As I was having fun with my brother-in-law, 9, who was rummaging through some boxes where her things had been tossed, jumps on me crying and complaining.
[What happened?]
[Damaged, snif… Almost everything is damaged… Snif, these brutes can't even pack cables, snif…]
[There, there, don't ask so much of the monkeys.]
I console my poor comrade, who has suffered so much. As I look at the monkeys to see if anyone dares to complain, but they all just look away. Boring.
[You're not happy if you're not bothering people every second of your life, are you?] – Ana asked as she brought me some snacks.
[It's my sacred duty, kekeke] – I say casually, but I get back to the point.
[9, can't you hack the lock?]
[Snif… I can, but I don't know how long it might take me without my equipment.]
""GRIII, GRIAAAAA.""
Suddenly, the goblins woke up with a start and began to growl towards the door.
"Nya?"
The shitty cat also woke up, startled, after being accidentally thrown by the goblins.
[What's wrong with them? Did they have a nightmare?] – Jennifer asked as she approached the goblins to calm them.
[Are you okay?] "Nyaaaa…"
Meanwhile, Carla consoles the cat, which, although it regained consciousness, doesn't look very eager to be awake.
["Griaaa." "Griaa, gria, gria."]
The goblins in Jennifer's arms seem to want to tell me something as they point desperately towards the door. But before I can check…
[There's trouble] –said a monkey who was on guard on the floor above, urging us to go up and see.
[Tsk… Auntie, along with four monkeys, take the girls and the goblins. Go to the warehouse and protect 9 while she works] – as I say it, 9 is already organizing her equipment.
My aunt and the others also nod and start to move.
[Are you sure? I'm very strong, you know? I can be a lot of help] –says the compact tyrant as she sends me a provocative smile.
[And that's why I'm entrusting 9 to you. If we don't get access to that armory, we'll most likely die in this shit.]
[Hehehe, my sister has good taste. Leave it to me. But don't die, or I'll have to endure a lecture and I won't forgive you for it.]
[Kekeke, I'll keep that in mind.]
After the small exchange, I grab my things before heading to the roof, followed by the monkeys.
[Kid, did you break me out of jail just to die?]
[You can go back whenever you want.]
[I'll pass.]
Kekeke. Let's see if it's a good day to die.