Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

"Damn it! What the hell did you do to burn through all my money already?"

The curse echoed in a small, somewhat dirty apartment.

If Noan were here, he would certainly recognise the people in this apartment.

Indeed, they were Noan's father, mother, and younger brother, Negon.

Negon's father angrily shouted, his face already old and ugly, now even more so due to his rage.

"Father! We still have plenty of money," Negon said, sitting on the couch with his legs up on the table, his attitude utterly cocky. "If we're short on cash, we can just go to my brother for more. Why do you have to yell at me like that?"

"Exactly," Negon's mother chimed in, quickly walking out of the bedroom and patting Negon's head. "My son spends a little money, and you yell at him. Do you even consider him your son anymore?"

"You damn bitch, what the hell do you know?" Negon's father yelled in anger, holding a bottle of liquor. "He spent all the money on gambling and lost it all. What are we supposed to live on now?"

"Father, don't talk like I'm a criminal, alright?" Negon sneered. "I feel like my luck is good right now, so I wanted to help the family make more money."

"Of course, gambling is the quickest and easiest way to make money."

"Out of money? Just go to my brother. Surely he'll give us some, right?"

"Exactly, Negon is right," Negon's mother said, smiling and doting on him. "He's just trying to think about our family, and it's just that he was a bit unlucky this time."

"You're still defending that bastard?" Negon's father shouted in fury. "If he doesn't bring back the money today, I'll beat him to death!"

"How dare you?" Negon's mother also shouted back, unwilling to back down. "All you do is drink and waste money. Negon can actually make money, and because you can't do what he does, you're angry and want to take it out on him?"

"Damn you... you..." Negon's father yelled, "You bastard! I'll kill both of you!"

CHENG!

Negon's father grabbed the neck of the wine bottle and smashed it violently into the wall. The bottle shattered, and wine and sharp shards of glass scattered all over the floor. Negon's father held onto the remaining piece of the bottle, which had sharp and jagged edges, looking extremely dangerous.

"What are you going to do?" Negon's mother yelled, her face pale with fear.

"You damn bastard! If you don't bring the money back today, I'll kill both of you!"

"Father... Father... please calm down," Negon quickly shouted. "The money's gone, but we can always go to Noan and get more."

"I heard the Lords have returned from the Chaotic World. He must have returned too, and he probably has a lot of money with him."

"Father, we can find him and demand some money from him. Or we could have Mother report him to the police, say he stole from us—just like before."

Negon's father heard this and felt it made some sense. He was just a cowardly man who wanted to scare Negon and his mother a bit.

He obviously didn't want to do this if there was another way to solve it.

Compared to sitting in prison, being able to drink and live freely was certainly much better.

"Exactly," Negon's mother immediately added. "We just need to find my brother. He's the police chief. All we need to do is beg him, and we can carry out that plan once again."

"You damn bitch!" Negon's father shouted. "Last time he took half of the money, if we ask him for help again, we'll lose another half!"

"Are you stupid? Even if we lose half, what's the problem? At least we'll still get money from that bastard Noan. Do you want to starve to death?" Negon's mother argued, not backing down.

Hearing this, Negon's father finally accepted the solution they proposed.

BAM!

Suddenly, the door to their house was violently kicked open, and a thug with a club and baton walked into the house.

"Who... who are you?" Negon's father asked, terrified when he saw the scene.

Although he was a man and the father of Negon, he was just a weak, cowardly drunkard.

"Don't come near me, I'll… I'll…"

"Hey! Who are you? Get out of here, or I'll call the police," Negon yelled in fear as he recognized the thugs who were the ones he had borrowed money from earlier.

Negon's mother was also frightened and quickly shouted, "That's right, my brother is the police chief. If you..."

BAM!

Suddenly, one of the thugs slammed his baseball bat onto the table, smashing it into pieces.

He frowned and said, "If you keep making noise, the next thing I break will be your heads."

Silence...

It was so quiet that everyone could hear the sound of their own breathing.

"Alright, enough talking, take them away," the thug waved his hand and commanded.

Immediately, the thugs took out ropes and duct tape to tie up the entire Negon family.

Negon jerked and shouted, "No! What are you doing? Let me go?! I..."

SLAP!

"AAH!"

Negon was suddenly slapped so hard that he spat out a mouthful of blood, along with a tooth.

His face turned pale from the blood loss and fear. His mother, seeing this, trembled and screamed, "You… you dare hit my son? You're committing a crime, I'll… um... um..."

Before she could finish her sentence, one of the thugs taped her mouth shut.

All three were taken away. As they left, a few neighbours approached to see what was happening, as the noise was loud.

When they saw the thugs, they immediately became scared. After all, they were just poor people living at the bottom of society.

Seeing the thugs, they naturally felt fear.

"If any of you talk about this, I'll feed you to the fish tomorrow, understand?" One of the thugs, holding the baseball bat, pointed at the neighbours and shouted.

Everyone nodded reflexively, then hurriedly returned to their homes and shut the doors tightly.

…

Elsewhere, in a dimly lit bar.

The sound coming from the speakers was blasting out bizarre, jarring music, and the people in the bar were acting like madmen, trying to dance with all their strength.

In addition, there were people "high" lying everywhere, even in the toilet.

At this moment, in a small corner, a middle-aged man wearing dark glasses and smoking a cigarette sat watching the scene in front of him. He smiled and sipped his drink.

"Boss Santoro!" A man in a black suit approached the man, bowing his head and speaking respectfully, "The shipment has been trained, but there are still a few stubborn ones."

Santoro took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling white smoke. His gaze was fixed on the smoke as his calm voice echoed, "After all, it's money. We need to use it to make more. If they can't work, then sell whatever they have on them that can be sold."

"Yes, Boss," the man responded, knowing exactly what Santoro meant.

He was talking about selling the internal organs of those people. Despite the laws in this world, power and strength ruled here.

Who had the most power and strength in this world? Of course, it was the Lords.

That's why the law was just the surface while countless illegal activities remained behind it.

Slave trading, organ trafficking, kidnappings... all of these things were happening. It was just that we didn't see or acknowledge their existence.

Suddenly, another man appeared before Santoro, bowing and speaking respectfully, "Boss, Raito wants to meet you."

"Raito?" Santoro frowned, took another drag from his cigarette, and blew out a cloud of smoke, chuckling as he said, "That bastard is here? How many people did he bring?"

"Boss, just one person," the man answered.

"Just one person?!" Santoro stood up, his expression slightly confused, but he still said, "Let him in."

"Yes, Boss."

Outside, Raito and Noan were standing together.

In fact, Noan could use Malrik and Vylyss to achieve his goal quickly, but doing so would bring more complications.

As mentioned earlier, the entire city was surrounded by a magical dome.

It was like a massive magical energy scanner; the protective dome would detect it as soon as he used magic.

After that, the Royal Guards or the Government Police would come to arrest him.

This was why, even though the city had many high-ranking Lords with incredibly powerful monsters, it still remained peaceful.

If everyone in the city could use magic, this place would descend into chaos in no time.

"Let's go," a man in black clothing approached them with an arrogant expression. "My boss wants to meet you."