Chapitre 228: Slave Contract (1)

Was it the alcohol?

Or was it fate?

Or like a cornered rat biting a cat.

Perhaps Obern had no choice but to bite Corbant who knew his ugly secrets.

Maybe because drunk Corbant slapped his face.

Perhaps shame and anger suddenly surged up.

Or cold reason might have intervened.

There probably wasn't anyone else who knew Corbant met Obern here.

They went straight to the bar after meeting, so he wouldn't have had time to tell others 'guess who I met today?'

After leaving the bar, they staggered while walking.

Rain poured from the darkened sky.

A downpour heavy enough to wash away everything, even blood.

On that night of thunder and lightning.

No one was by the riverside where Solion Impel's sewage mixed and surged.

And originally, several corpses are dumped in that river every day.

No one would notice one more Corbant.

No, to be honest, there were no such logical thoughts.