The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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The leader of the Nightingale clan team was a buff man with a hideous scar going from his left eye to right chin, famous not only for his explosive combat power, but also decisive and cunning strategies.

His name was Boris, but whether it was within the Nightingale clan or outside, he was better known as the ‘Super Tank’ for his ability to tear through any obstacle in the most efficient way possible, as if he never had any doubt on how or if it could be done to begin with.

Having weathered many storms and completed countless dangerous missions for the clan, even when he received the task of breaking the home minister’s legs, he didn’t blink an eye.

Maybe this was a sign of the Nightingale clan finally ushering in a new age of prosperity. Not only were they slowly getting rid of the shackles of the Gray Wolfe, but also letting the government know that neither their strength nor will could be underestimated!

Plus, with almost half of the clan’s highest grade fighters placed under his command, even if he was asked to break the president’s legs, it wouldn’t be impossible.

Most soldiers treated the fighters of the Nightingale clan as unofficial officers anyway, and it was pretty much an unwritten rule that they were allowed free pass into restricted zones.

Presumably, if they were there, it was probably to do some dirty work for either the Gray Wolfe or the government, and none of the soldiers felt the need to risk their livelihood by poking their nose where it didn’t belong.

The number of people guarding the man’s villa was a bit unexpected when he finally got here, but that didn’t deter him much.

Although the initial plan was to sneak in, complete the task quickly, and leave the chilling reminder to not mess with the Nightingale clan, he realized that perhaps the effect would be even better if instead of sneaking, they just barged in.

,m The whole point of breaking the home minister’s legs was to intimidate the people thinking their clan was a pushover, after all, and sneaking in might make them mistakenly believe they could have been safe if they were just a little bit more careful.

These government servants might look intimidating with their weapons, but in fact, he knew very well that none of them would dare to really shoot at his team.

After all, trying to kill them was the same as declaring war with the Nightingale clan, and he didn’t believe that Carmen would be willing to go into civil war without reason.

One of the officers even helped him out. “The meeting room is upstairs, second door to the right.”

Boris, the ‘Super Tank’, nodded gruffly as he brushed past the officer without breaking his stride.

‘The president rushed here in such a hurry, and even called such a heavy-hitting team from the Nightingale clan… I’m afraid something big is about to go down.’ The officer thought.

Naturally, although the higher-ups had started second guessing the loyalty of the Nightingale clan, they had yet to let the ‘grunts’ know about this change of status.

Boris and his team arrived at the final corridor completely unimpeded, and before the two agents guarding the door could even blink in surprise, they had already been disarmed and knocked out.

Even if the risk wasn’t very high, it wouldn’t be pleasant if they were shot through the back the moment they barged in, right?

After quickly going through their intercom to ensure that there was no alarm, Boris immediately slammed the door open confidently. “Alright, mister home minister, we’re here to deliver your order for an ass kicking and—?!”

Not only Boris, but even the teammates who followed behind him were also stunned as soon as they entered the room.

Were they now supposed to break the home minister’s legs in front of the president, or just pretend they had barged into the wrong room?

Of course, their greatest worry was that their ‘Super Tank’ would be too enthusiastic, and break the president’s legs too.

Boris, meanwhile, was also similarly dumbfounded. ‘Last I checked, shouldn’t the president still be around three hundred miles away…?’

The president’s expression sank as he smelled the rancid odor from the trembling home minister, and he stared at the intruders with a genuinely stinky face. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Boris Nightingale?!”

Given the topic of their previous discussion, the president was naturally none too pleased with the Nightingale clan’s men barging into their meeting like this.

Although Carmen happened to be the stronghold of the once richest corporation in the world, its level of development actually didn’t match that status at all, and the president knew it well.

Even among developing countries, it could be considered at best mediocre in terms of the quality of life its citizens enjoyed, and at worst it was one of the most egregious examples of crime rate going out of control, despite being widely under reported.

But despite all that, the president never believed that his security detail was so lax that anyone could just barge into his room without permission.

Otherwise, wasn’t all the investment he made into weapons and technology a complete waste?

It was only after he clearly saw the faces of the ‘intruders’, however, he realized how it could have happened. ‘Shit! Those morons still don’t know that these dogs of the Nightingale clan and the Gray Wolfe have gone rabid and dare to bite their master!’

Even if they were to somehow lose their signature gray hair, how could he not know the most lethal ‘weapons’ in the hands of the Nightingale clan? Having seen them put to use by the Gray Wolfe more than once, he was well aware of both their ability and identity.

The president knew very well that someone like Boris could tear him to shreds in less than three seconds.

In fact, if not for the fact that his emergency security buzzer vibrated in an ‘affirmative’ response just now, he might have already pissed his pants.

Now he just had to delay these thugs for a few seconds, and his loyal soldiers would be able to storm in and subdue them at gunpoint, definitely!

Unfortunately, Boris seemed to have sensed his fear somehow, and much to the terror of both the president and the home minister, the confusion in his eyes cleared.

Since he was here on the grand elder’s orders, what was the point of thinking so much?

“All of you guard the door, I’ll go deliver the order of some broken old man legs!”

The rest of the team didn’t dare to disobey Boris at this point, and swiftly moved out while thoughtfully sliding the two fainted agents into the meeting room.

And to the horror of both the president and the home minister, Boris appeared right in front of them, moving so fast that they couldn’t even see him move very clearly.

“S-Stop, y-you—?!”

The home minister screamed like a pig being butchered even before the heavy boot came crashing down on his thigh, and after the sickeningly clear sound of bones being crushed, the man’s shrill scream almost shattered the president’s eardrums as his mind went numb.

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