Big Capitalist

Fidi stretched out his broad palm and firmly caught the flying figure.

With a gloomy face, he looked at the person in his hand and found that it was another one of his servants.

Tennyson sat on the chair, frowning tightly, looking towards the door with an unhappy expression.

Count Prucker didn't even raise his head, still cutting his steak, as if everything happening outside had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Sigma walked in dragging a servant covered in blood.

After he entered the room, he threw the man to the ground without mercy.

"Little mouse! Are you crazy?" Fiddy yelled at Sigma with anger on his face.

Sigma looked at Fidi coldly and shouted, "I'm just teaching a servant who doesn't know the rules of etiquette a lesson! And don't call me little mouse, my name is Sigma! These servants are following your lead and calling me little mouse. Is that right for them? They disrespect me so much, so they must be beaten! I'm also the third son of Count Prucker, with a proper status. I won't tolerate their humiliation like this!"

Tennyson stood up quickly and tried to persuade him, "Third brother, it is right to teach the servant a lesson, but there is no need to be so impulsive and make a big deal out of it..."

Fiddy snorted coldly and interrupted Tennyson: "Humph, the one who hit was not yours, right? Of course you can talk without any pain in your waist!"

Just as Tennyson was about to retort, a servant came running over in a panic, gasping for breath and saying to him, "Third Master, this is bad! The Third Master has beaten all your servants!"

This news made Dinny very angry, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Seeing this, Fidi on the side couldn't help but reveal a gloating expression.

Sigma said calmly, "Brother, the servants you sent are all lying in the garden. Don't worry, they won't die."

To Tennyson, these words were undoubtedly a naked provocation.

Fiddy and Tennyson were so angry at Sigma that their faces turned red. Their eyes were wide open and they wanted to teach this ignorant brother a lesson immediately.

When the Second Lady saw this scene, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She had never expected that this usually cowardly boy would become so tough.

Betty looked at her father with some fear, her eyes full of worry.

Count Pluck finally put down his knife and fork, slowly stood up, and said seriously, "Stop it! Making such a commotion so early in the morning is unbecoming!"

After saying that, he walked to the servant lying next to Tennyson and casually pulled out the sword from the bronze armor sculpture beside him.

Before anyone could react, he swung his sword and chopped off the servant's head.

Blood gushed out instantly, splattering all over the ground.

Sigma looked at his father in disbelief, as if he didn't know the man in front of him.

Count Prucker said coldly: "This is what happens when a servant shows disrespect to his master!"

Then, he walked over to Sigma, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, son. I won't let any of the servants who called you a little mouse go."

As he spoke, he strode out with the blood-stained sword in his hand.

Sigma was completely shocked. Is this still the father he remembered?

He had been prepared to be beaten, and even anticipated how harshly his father would scold him, but he didn't expect that his father was actually venting his anger on him.

But my father's methods were too cruel. He killed someone just because the servant called him disrespectfully.

How could my father become like this!

Sigma turned around, anxiously planning to go find his father to find out.

But Fiddy and Tennyson stopped him.

Feidi said gloomily, "Don't take advantage of your father's protection to do whatever you want!"

Tennyson also sneered: "Today's matter will not be let go just like that!"

Sigma glared at them coldly and shouted, "Get out of here! I don't have time for you!"

Immediately afterwards, Sigma released a terrifying aura from his whole body, and the powerful pressure frightened Fiddy and Tennyson.

But then they were overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame, because they were actually scared by this guy Sigma, which was a huge shame.

Sigma pushed hard, pushing the two people away and striding towards the restaurant door.

When he pushed open the door, the scene before him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

There were headless corpses lying all over the corridor, and blood was spreading on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood.

His father was standing in the middle of the corridor, slowly wiping the blood off the sword.

When Count Prucker saw his son, he smiled and said, "Look, son, your father has taught you a lesson. How dare you bully my son? Humph!"

Sigma felt dizzy and staggered two steps, almost falling down.

Seeing this, Betty hurried forward and supported Sigma.

Sigma grabbed Betty's arm tightly, his eyes full of horror, and said to her: "Tell me, this is not true, this is really my father? No, how could my father become like this!"

In Sigma's impression, although his father was strict with him and did not like him very much, he was always kind to his servants. How could he go on a killing spree and kill all the servants just because of something like this!

Betty looked at Sigma's horrified eyes, and a flash of heartache passed through her eyes.

At this moment, Count Prucker walked in. He stretched out his bloody hand, placed it on Sigmar's shoulder, and asked, "Son, what's wrong?"

Sigma couldn't accept this fact. He pushed his father away and ran outside.

Count Prucker looked at Sigma's receding figure and murmured to himself, "Don't worry, son. No one can bully you. No one!"

Fiddy and Tennyson looked at each other, then said to Count Pluck: "Father, my brother looks very strange. Let's go and see him."

Count Prucker nodded and said, "Go ahead. Family harmony is the most important thing."

After saying this, he clapped his hands, and Bush Sr. appeared immediately.

Count Prucker ordered, "Change the servants."

Bush Sr. did not find it strange at all, as if he was already accustomed to such scenes.

He skillfully moved the bodies of these people one by one onto the cart, and then slowly transported them out.

Sigma left the manor in a distracted mood and walked back through the lush forest.

Sunlight filtered through the branches, creating dappled shadows, but Sigma had no time to admire the beauty. As he journeyed deeper into the forest, the surroundings grew increasingly quiet, the only sounds being his rapid breathing and the rustling of fallen leaves beneath his feet.