<h4>Chapter 807 - Marlo''s Rage</h4>


    Marlo ran his hands over several cold metal tools while watching his prey muffle helplessly.


    ’Hmmmmmmmmm!


    Hmmmmmmmmm!


    Hmmmmmmmmmm!’


    The n.a.k.e.d Higoro who had his hands and feet tied apart, muffled pleadingly.


    But Marlo paid no attention to his cries, which made Higoro even more desperate.


    How did he allow himself to end up like this?


    If he knew that Marlo was this frightening, he would’ve never agreed to be a double agent for the Temple of Dragmus.


    Not many knew the history between the two, but he did.


    It was this Same temple that betrayed the pirate organization when they wanted to take over Deiferus ages ago.


    And over the years, they kept sending doors into the organization, just in case the pirates wanted revenge.


    But, how could arge and powerful organization not get a glimpse of their operations?


    They easily mobilized some of their pirates to also capture all spies, as well as go undercover


    Within the temple.


    But sides were fighting a secret battle.


    Therefore, both sides also caught and killed enemy spies as well.


    It goes without saying that Higoro was a spy for the temple too.


    And his task was to monitor or stay in close proximity around Marlo Jones, A.K.A The baker.


    .


    It took Higoro 5 whole years to work hard and ’identally’ get transferred to the organization’s headquarters.


    But he realized that even though he was at headquarters, he couldn’t get any additional or useful information about the organization or the other pirates and their locations.


    Only the top superiors knew more info, which troubled him greatly.


    From there, he spent another 2 years to once again get ’identally’ transferred into Marlo’s team as a minor reserve force that was only there for backup.


    That meant that he was never let in on any ns or activities.


    He never knew where Marlo went, what he did, who he contacted.


    As reserves, he typically stayed in Marlo’s official base.


    No one had ever seen his face, so he used that to move as he pleased.


    But as fate would have it, not too long ago, Marlo seemed to have a need for his reserves.


    So he sent for them to go out on a mission.


    That mission was what changed Higoro’s meticulous nning over the years.


    That’s right!


    This whole mission was a trap that was meant to catch Higoro.


    Marlo knew of his existence the moment he arrived at headquarters.


    And all this time, he had just sent people to secretly follow him and observe his every move.


    Higoro waspletely taken unawares when he was arrested.


    .


    Marlo smiled coldly while watching Higoro struggle.


    One could feel the tension and unease from his struggling expressions, which gave rise to a feeling of ecstasy to Marlo.


    With a single flick of the wrist, he unleashed hell upon his prey.


    ’sh! sh! sh! sh!’


    "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm!"


    Blood sttered everywhere as Marlo began neatly carving out his prey’s body as if he was decorating some sort of pastry.


    ’sh!’


    Marlo sliced off his n.i.p.p.l.es, as he found them an eye saw.


    How could he create his masterpiece with that ugly thing there?


    Art and presentation were a must in every baker’s work.


    Today, he was going to create another masterpiece!


    With that in mind, after getting the information that he needed, Marlo attacked to his heart’s content.


    The more he attacked, the more sunken Higoro’s pain was.


    His breathing became haughty and his entire body was filled with sweat, as if he had just run an Olympic race.


    His eyelids became very heavy, as he struggled to see his torture underneath the


    His body trembled, as he felt his life-threatening to vanish under this torturous beast called the Baker.


    Marlo began humming as he slowly ced his de down and picked up a sharper one.


    He carefully carved out the flesh against Higoro’s neck revealing his bloody throat.


    From there, he forced Higoro to swallow all the body parts that he had sliced off one by one.


    ’Spluh!’


    Higoro spat out blood, vomiting nonstop each time he was fed his own raw flesh.


    Everything frightened him silly.


    He watched his body get sliced, as if one was casually cutting off meat from a chicken and almost had a heart attack from the shock alone.


    Marlo grinned coldly and forced everything down his throat in satisfaction.


    Now, the garbage/unwanted body parts had been discarded.


    So he could finally create his masterpiece and unleash hell.


    At this point, he looked almost mad.


    .


    ’Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!’


    "Hmmmmmmmh!!!!!!"


    The heart-stopping sounds of all sorts of weapons sounded out one by one, making the guards outside the room horrified.


    Their spines tingled as they envisioned it all.


    How gruesome!


    They almost pitied the poor man in there.


    And the once strong-headed Higoro, who had now gathered everyone’s sympathy was truly in tears.


    "I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I’ll talk."


    His raspy hoarse voice made Marlo pause his actions.


    Marlo smiled and harrassed Higoro’s body yfully: "See, isn’t it better when you’re obedient? Now, for starters, I want a list of all those who are working with you in the organization. Speak!"


    "I, I, I can give you the names, but you must promise to let me go."


    Marlo smiled even more broadly.


    "Oh?


    Alright.


    If you can survive after everything today, then I’ll let you go.


    You have my word."


    Mao dropped his weapon and the 2 conversed for a bit.


    "Onest thing.


    Was the temple behind the attack in Terique?"


    "I, I, don’t know."


    "Are you sure?" Marlo asked coldly.


    "I don’t know.


    I was never informed of any ns of that nature.


    You have to believe me."


    Marlo listened and didn’t believe it for a second.


    Who else would have the guys to attack him apart from the Temple?


    They must’ve been the ones behind the attack in Terique.


    His face turned cold when he thought of the fact that he, the famous baker was actually made to flee in such a matter.


    He would never let this matter go!


    .


    Marlo looked at him and sneered: "even though you were used as bait, it seems like the temple doesn’t trust you that much for them to not inform you of their ns. But don’t worry, by the end of today, you’ll be on your way to a better ce. The afterlife!"


    Higoro’s eyes opened in fear: "No! You lied to me. You said that you would let me go. You gave me your word!"


    "Hmm.


    I did give you my word.


    And I never had any ns of breaking them.


    I said if you can survive everything after today, then I’ll let you go didn’t I?


    Well then, today isn’t over, and there are still a lot of things to do."


    Higoro shivered and shook in fright at the sight of Marlo who had just picked up his weapon again.


    "No!


    You promised!


    No! No!


    Nooooooo!"


    ’Bam!’


    ’sh!’


    ’Cluck!’


    ’Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!’


    (xox)