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Watching Salza drowning in his fantasies, eyes gleaming with pervy excitement, Maron felt a wave of disgust and worry. She glared at him and snapped, "Salza, why is it you again? How many times have I warned you? I don't like you. Stop bothering me. If you keep this up, my husband won't let you walk away."
Feeling Broly's long hair flare up from his rising anger, Maron quickly shifted into the obedient, well-behaved girl she always became around him. She hurried to his side, grabbed his arm, and pressed it tightly against her soft chest, practically sticking her whole body to him.
"Hey Maron, who's this guy? The way he's looking at us is disgusting." Bulma clung to Broly's other arm and asked Maron with clear irritation.
"Bulma… I… Honey, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." Maron's voice wavered, on the verge of tears. "I didn't tell you earlier because I was scared you'd get angry and hate me. I thought this whole thing would never come up again, but… here we are."
Terrified he might abandon her if he got upset, Maron hugged his arm even tighter, trembling like she was clinging to her last lifeline.
Broly softened immediately. There was no way he could stay angry after seeing her so frightened. If anything, it just proved how much she loved him.
"How could I ever hate my sweet, adorable Maron?" he said, flicking her forehead lightly. "But you hiding things from me… that's what makes me mad. Tonight, I'm going to give you a proper punishment. Don't ever keep anything from me again, no matter what happens. Understand?"
Realizing Broly truly wasn't angry, Maron let out a relieved sob and broke into a smile. Then she told everyone the whole story about Salza without hiding anything.
Turns out Salza had been Maron's classmate. His uncle really was the host of the World Martial Arts Tournament, and the guy abused that family influence to mess around with more girls than anyone could count.
He'd always wanted Maron too. But her family wasn't weaker than his, so he never dared to pull any dirty tricks on her… outwardly, at least.
"Wait, Bulma? You're the daughter of Dr. Brief, the Capsule Corp chairman? The genius beauty?"
While Broly and the others were talking, Salza suddenly heard Bulma's name and froze. After a quick mental comparison, he realized the Bulma standing in front of him really was that Bulma.
Now that he knew her identity, the way he looked at her burned even hotter. Right then he made up his mind: no matter what it took, he had to get her. If he could win over Bulma, then everything her family owned would eventually be his. That naked greed in his eyes made all four women want to kill him on the spot.
"You scum over there," Bulma said coldly. "I'll give you one last chance. Bow your head to Maron and me and apologize, then crawl out of our sight. If you do that, maybe you'll keep your life. Otherwise, I'll show you how dying can actually be a blessing."
Broly only let her talk like that. Even if Salza did kneel and beg, Broly wouldn't let him die easily.
"You? Threatening me?" Salza barked a laugh. "Do you even know who I am? Do you know who my uncle is? Trash like you doesn't deserve women like them. Only I qualify to have these beauties by my side."
He jabbed a finger toward Broly. "You should be the one crawling out of my sight. If you don't, I'll kill you. With my background, swatting you like a bug is nothing."
Salza had noticed Broly the moment he arrived. One guy surrounded by four gorgeous women was already enough to piss him off. Now he finally had his chance to mock Broly and "impress" the girls.
Broly started laughing — low at first, then louder and louder. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. No one has ever talked to me like this. You're the first. I hope you still have that courage in a minute. Didn't your uncle warn you there are some people in this world you should never provoke? Forget it. No point explaining anything to a walking corpse."
In Broly's eyes, Salza was already dead. Just not immediately.
"Girls, wait here for me. I'll be right back." His voice was gentle, but the women knew exactly what he meant. He didn't want them seeing something unpleasant. And with their intelligence, it wasn't hard to guess Salza's fate would be nothing short of miserable.
While the women stayed behind, Broly turned toward Salza, who had only now begun to realize something was horribly wrong. Instead of admiration, all he saw in their eyes was anger… and pity.
A chill ran down his spine. Something told him he'd just made the stupidest mistake of his life.
Broly blurred out of sight and appeared in front of him in an instant, grabbing him by the collar and shooting into the sky.
Only then did Salza understand why Broly had warned him. He finally remembered the countless times his uncle had told him, There are people in this world you must never provoke. But he had never listened. Now it was too late.
"Since I said dying would feel like happiness, I'll make sure you experience that," Broly said with a cold smile, holding Salza like a helpless chick.
Hearing that voice, which felt like it came straight from the underworld, Salza's last hope crumbled. He knew he was finished. Nobody could save him now.
His uncle had lived through countless dangerous battles. He'd warned Salza again and again to stay low, to avoid picking fights he couldn't win. But Salza had never cared. Not until now. He no longer hoped to live. He only hoped Broly would give him a quick death.
But with Broly's personality — someone hits him once, he hits back ten times harder — that wish was nothing but a dream. And Salza had no idea just how stupid he'd truly been.
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