Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1243 - 341 Rudd Giant_2

Chapter 1243: Chapter 341 Rudd Giant_2

"I respect your poor mother and have never cursed you with a dirty word about her, but I really can’t help it today!" Liu Zhenhan slowly articulated, "You son of a bitch! You fucking mongrel! If you’re so capable, come at me; what skill does it take to hurt a small animal?"

"Don’t blame me, this Harley beast is actually quite docile, but the parrot’s incessant cursing is simply unbearable!" A hint of annoyance crossed Rommel’s face, but he quickly concealed it, "I’ve been quite nice to you, look, I didn’t do anything to you while you were unconscious, did I?"

Liu Zhenhan didn’t want to talk anymore, just glared at Rommel.

"Not satisfied? Are you a Beamon, all brawn and no brains? Must you make a big, well-known spectacle out of dealing with me?" Rommel sneered, "I hate types like you with no finesse at all! Killing someone and making it look like a prison break! Don’t you understand some things are better done quietly?"

"I will deal with you spectacularly!" Liu Zhenhan gritted his teeth, the fierce scar on his face twisting intensely.

"Hold on, let me first explain why you can’t get to me anymore. At the auction yesterday, what compelled you to lift Miss Ji Sikaibi’s veil?" Rommel puffing on his cigar, pointed a finger toward a ravishing beauty standing beside Liu Zhenhan, who was wiping the forehead of this old ruffian.

"Bitch! Don’t touch me again!" The veins on Liu Zhenhan’s neck bulged as he raged, his head held high. He really wished he had a machine gun right now to mow down all these bastards.

The beautiful girl with her eyes tightly shut let a string of sparkling tears roll down, but stubbornly kept wiping Liu Zhenhan’s forehead, softening the heart of this sentimental old ruffian involuntarily.

"Tsks tsks tsks..." Rommel smacked his lips, "I’m not trying to upset you, but you really don’t see the whole picture! I told you, Miss Ji Sikaibi comes from a race familiar to you. Did you think I was lying to you? She is not my spy! You can’t blame the innocent!"

"Fuck your familiar!"

"How is she not your familiar? Miss Ji Sikaibi is a Buddha Giant!" Rommel’s laughter nearly shattered Liu Zhenhan’s sanity.

"What... what?" Liu Zhenhan stared wide-eyed at the ravishing beauty, at her 1.8 meters tall figure, at her beautiful face veiled in white, his mind plunging into chaos while the faint murmur of "sin, sin" from the Buddha Giants in the distant cells reached his ears.

"Miss Ji Sikaibi is only one hundred and twenty years old this year, which makes her just six in Beamon years. Even though Buddha Giants can reach up to ten meters tall, our Miss Ji Sikaibi is still not fully developed!" Rommel chuckled maliciously.

Liu Zhenhan stupidly gazed at the giant little beauty Ji Sikaibi, no wonder she had such a lofty figure but still possessed an innocent and youthful aura—it turned out she was a giant Lolita!

My Kampas! If it were an adult Buddha Giant woman, how majestic she would be! Liu Zhenhan couldn’t help but think wickedly.

"The women of the Buddha Giant race are the foremost beauties of our desert, even the Desert Mayinces have to rank behind them. To visualize a Buddha Giant woman, imagine an exquisite beauty enlarged ten times to perfection!" Rommel elaborated, "Don’t think that, because of the huge size of Buddha Giants, they aren’t versatile. In fact, they are amphibious, especially the females, their bodies graceful as swan feathers, able to ’cross a river on a reed’."

Liu Zhenhan was utterly confused.

Giant Buddhists all have lumpy heads, enormously large ears, and are far from beautiful. How could the women of their race be so beautiful, so beautiful that even the Desert Elves step back and admire their great beauty? What kind of logic is this?

"Richard, you are really too subjective!" Rommel saw through Richard’s thoughts in an instant, "Every race has its beautiful beings! Beamon can have the beauties from the Yufrey, Medusa, Smey, and Fawkes clans, so why can’t Giants have a clan of beauties too? Besides, does a father need to be handsome for his daughter to be beautiful?"

"I’m not as rigid in my thoughts as you think! I understand this principle. Previously, the saintess in our Beamon Temple was always a beauty from the Diao Chan clan, and neither the Mink Clan nor the Skade Clan of the Cicada People are particularly good-looking races, but their mixed descendants turn out to be the most beautiful women of Beamon." Richard stubbornly defended his point.

"It’s best if you understand that," Rommel said, puffing out a cloud of cigar smoke.

"You were deliberately misleading me, weren’t you? Making me think that the one being auctioned was a Beamon woman!" Richard said, almost out of breath, "Fawkes, you are really too cunning!"

"What do you mean ’deliberately misleading you’? Didn’t I tell you that the sitting lotus beauty was from a race familiar to you, but I never said she was Beamon!" Rommel shrugged innocently, "It’s you who’s overly righteous, always assuming she must be Beamon. Whose fault could that be?"

Richard was speechless, his plans capsized in the gutter! He hadn’t expected this guy to start playing mind games.

"Curiosity killed the Garfield! Is that a saying among your Beamon?" Rommel smirked proudly, "Oh Richard, didn’t you feel at the time that Miss Ji Skaibi posed no threat at all, and that’s why you boldly went to lift her veil?"

Richard remained silent. Indeed, he had been careless. Just because he felt no threat, did that really mean there was no danger?

"Giant Buddhists are an extremely benevolent race. They refuse to slaughter living beings, they love life! Of course, their bodies carry not an ounce of brutality. In other words, had they not been Giant Buddhists, a shrewd person like you would have sensed something wrong and become suspicious! I must say, there isn’t a second race in the entire world as perfect and kind-hearted as the Giant Buddhists!" Rommel looked seriously at the disheartened Richard, "Richard, have you ever thought about how such a kind race manages to survive in the predatory world of the Desert?"

"Nonsense! They are amphibious, hiding in water, who could bully them there!" Richard recalled the Kou Tao Merfolk, who, in such a perilous environment underground, rely on staying in water, even managing to bully the much stronger Hellfire Giants, escaping when they can’t win.

"You guessed wrong. They live on land, and when Giant Buddhists go into the water, it’s usually to gather herbs," Rommel waved his hand.

"Stop beating around the bush! Just tell me! How exactly have the Giant Buddhists survived up to now?" Richard scoffed coldly, "In such a cruel and bloody world, with the Giant Buddhists’ nature, they are essentially castrating themselves spiritually and physically. There’s no way they could have survived and thrived till now!"

"An astute observation!" Rommel gave a thumbs up, "As you said, such purely good-natured races shouldn’t exist in this world! But the creator is fair! Giant Buddhists naturally have aspects that others dare not provoke!"

"Oh?" Richard was skeptical, for Rommel had already targeted the Giant Buddhists.

"I hope you’ll believe me when I say this!" Rommel smiled, "Giant Buddhists’ ability to defend themselves isn’t limited to just one aspect. Every generation, a smaller giant is born among them, known in our desert language as the ’Rudd Giant.’ Compared to the benign nature of the Giant Buddhists, these ’Rudd Giants’ are completely different, like the dark side of the moon. Not only are they incredibly strong, but they also hate evil and have formidable fighting abilities, rivaling even the Flying Lizard!"