Supreme Landlord System: My Harem of Enchanting Goddesses

Chapter 5

The woman pulled the dull blanket up to her neck. Her hands trembled violently as she gripped the edge of the rough fabric.

​"I will call the police and lock you up right now!" she threatened loudly. "I will make sure you rot in a cell today!"

​Barra placed his plastic cup on the wooden table.

​"Report me," Barra replied. "But make sure you pay your room rent bill first before dialing the emergency number."

​Barra stood up from his plastic chair and walked toward the old iron bed. His hand picked up the torn white shirt from the dirty tiled floor, tossing the wet clothes right onto the woman's lap.

​"Check your own body before throwing accusations," Barra said. "There is no pain at all down there, right?"

​The woman clenched her jaw tightly. Her eyes glanced hesitantly at the dirty shirt on her lap.

​"Your underwear is still intact. It has not shifted a bit since last night," Barra said. "There are only red bruises on your collarbone and neck. Those are purely from the strong pressure of my fingers."

​The woman's eyes moved down as her fingers touched her own collar.

​"The aphrodisiac poison in your bloodstream last night had a very high dosage," Barra explained. "If I had not pressed those nerve points with full force, your heart would have definitely stopped beating."

​The woman's face turned red. Her eyes moved quickly to the wall clock above the door.

​"But you saw everything last night! You touched my body!" she screamed while gripping the shirt. "I could ruin your life for this insolence!"

​Barra snorted. He reached into his worn-out jeans pocket.

​"Whatever. The fact is I just saved your life in that dead-end alley last night," Barra replied. "Now, keep our deal. Where is your three hundred dollars rent?"

​The woman stared at him in disbelief. "What?! You touched me and now I have to pay for this room?!"

​"Oh, so you are the type to run from a bill?" Barra mocked.

​Valerie gritted her teeth. Her hand reached roughly into the leather bag lying next to the pillow. She pulled out a silver metal Rollexa watch with a diamond-studded surface.

​"I did not bring a single cent of cash," Valerie said sharply. "Take this as collateral. Its price is thousands of times higher than the rent of this rundown boarding house."

​Valerie threw the watch straight at Barra's chest. Barra caught the heavy object with one hand.

​At that exact second, the blue holographic screen lit up.

​[Payment legally accepted,] the System's mechanical voice spoke in his head. [Target officially registered as Tenant Number Zero One.]

​A transparent data panel hovered statically a handspan from Barra's face. Digital text appeared, typing itself from left to right.

​[Name: Valerie Sinclair]

[Status: Sole Heir of Sinclair Group. High-Level Internal Family Fugitive]

[Charm Score: 96]

​Barra's eyes narrowed sharply reading the words Sinclair Group.

In Neva City, the Sinclair Group controlled the city's money circulation and properties.

​[Exclusive Passive Buff Status activated,] the System continued. [As long as Target Valerie is within the boundaries of this boarding house property, the Host gains an additional twenty percent permanent physical strength.]

​Barra felt a hot current pumping rapidly from his heart. He looked down at his palms as the muscles in his forearms and chest tensed stiffly. His bones cracked softly. Barra clenched his right fist tightly. His knuckles hardened, feeling as solid as a rock.

​BANG! BANG!

​The sound of heavy metal hitting the front iron gate echoed repeatedly. The roar of a diesel engine sounded rough, and black smoke smelling of diesel fuel entered through the ventilation gap above the door.

​"Barra! Come out right now, you bastard!" Baxter's hoarse voice shouted.

​Valerie turned pale. Her hands pulled the blanket to cover half of her face.

​"Those must be my uncle's men," Valerie whispered in panic. "They must have tracked my location here through the phone's GPS."

​She looked at Barra desperately, cold sweat dripping down her temples.

​"Run through the back door quickly!" Valerie ordered, trembling. "Leave me alone here before they kill you too!"

​Barra planted his shoe tips on the tiled floor, not stepping back.

​"Relax. As long as you are on my land, you are my business," Barra said. "Stay there and lock this door from the inside. You are safe."

​Barra turned his body, stepping out of the room and closing the creaking door behind him.

​Barra's worn-out boots stepped onto the front yard full of sharp gravel.

Baxter stood tall in front of the iron gate that had been pushed inward and dented.

Four large thugs surrounded the fat loan shark, their hands tightly gripping rusty steel crowbars.

Behind them, a yellow bulldozer roared noisily, its iron bucket aimed directly at the wall.

​Across the asphalt road, a few people peeked from behind the food stall window curtains.

​"Crazy, Barra is really looking for death this morning," Uncle Brown said from behind his fried food cart. "What trouble is he picking with the market loan shark now?"

​"Baxter brought four executioners and a bulldozer. That boarding house will be gone soon," Mrs. Nia replied quietly, holding a broomstick.

​Baxter spat onto the dusty ground right in front of Barra's feet.

​"Your time is up, poor boy," Baxter mocked, pointing at Barra's face.

​Barra reached into his black jacket pocket and pulled out his old phone with a cracked screen.

​"My twenty thousand dollar debt is paid off. I transferred everything at three in the morning," Barra replied. He twisted his wrist, pointing the transaction receipt image on his screen at Baxter's face.

​Baxter glanced at the screen briefly before laughing thunderously until his fat stomach shook.

​"That was just the debt interest for last night's ransom, idiot," Baxter said cunningly. "Your principal debt has increased drastically. The total is fifty thousand dollars in cash today."

​Barra lowered his phone and put it back into his pants pocket.

​"Bastard. You are just looking for a loophole to steal my inherited land!" Barra snapped.

​"Destroy this rundown building to the ground! Right now!" Baxter ordered.

​The four dark-uniformed thugs surged forward, stepping simultaneously through the iron gate gap to surround Barra from three different sides.

Their thick, muscular hands swung five-kilogram steel crowbars, aiming for Barra's head, neck, and ribs at the same time.

Barra stood frozen in his position. His common sense forced his leg muscles to turn around and run as fast as possible, but his calf muscles suddenly felt stiff as if planted beneath the gravel layer.

The first crowbar swing from the nearest thug nearly crushed the bone on the left side of his face.

​Exactly at the remaining distance of one centimeter, the red holographic screen lit up brightly in front of his eyes.

​[High-level fatal physical threat detected,] the System's mechanical voice buzzed. [Activating Host's automatic combat protection protocol.]

​[Twenty Percent Physical Buff fully channeled. Combat Anatomy Meridian Knowledge forcibly activated.]