The Imperial Intelligence Agency Arrives

One bird alone could not fill the stomachs of a Saiyan and seventy-three children.

After lowering everyone down with vines, Broly took off his Ba Ya Beast Fur coat.

Naked, he plunged into the large river beside them. Compared to the prey in the Great Forest, the prey in the river seemed rather stupid.

The moment they saw him fall into the water, several large fish actively swam toward him, opening their huge mouths full of sharp teeth as though they wanted to eat him.

Eating him was impossible. Broly sent the large fish flying one after another. Fortunately, he had said he was going hunting before entering the river, so the children were watching the surface. Otherwise, they would definitely have been struck by the fish flying out of the water and falling toward the riverbank.

After knocking away more than a dozen fish, Broly decided that was enough. He chased down a large crocodile-like Danger Beast that happened to pass by and dragged this riverbank overlord ashore. It was clearly more intelligent, having realized he was a dangerous predator and tried to keep away from him.

The giant crocodile was over ten meters long, but Broly intended to eat it himself. As he grew older, his appetite had become greater than before.

The giant crocodile struggled for a while. After realizing that even in the water, it was no match for the Boy's strength, it was punched and dragged onto the riverbank, where it quickly played dead.

It could also be said that it was waiting for an opportunity, conserving its strength to see whether it could escape from the terrifying upright ape-like creature beside it.

Originally, it would not have had such an opportunity, but someone created one for it.

When Broly had made the Open Space and blown up the giant tree last night, he had caused quite a commotion, which Goeschi, who was staying in the center of the forest, had heard.

If ordinary people heard such a loud disturbance in a Great Forest filled with Danger Beasts, they certainly would not deliberately come over to investigate.

But Goeschi was no ordinary person. He was a powerful figure who had come from the Rakshasa Four Ghosts of Huangquan Temple. Waiting for the children only to find nothing had already put him in a bad mood, and last night, the commotion in the forest had actually woken him up.

That was why, after boarding a Flying Danger Beast this morning, he temporarily changed his return route and prepared to check out the place where the disturbance had originated last night.

"Is that really necessary? It was probably just a battle between Danger Beasts."

Bill could not quite understand Goeschi's thinking.

"Sleep does not come easily once you reach middle age. I lost hair this morning. It must have been because I was woken up last night. I'm going to cut down whoever caused my hair loss!"

Goeschi treasured his hair. He took very good care of it every day, but perhaps because of stress, he had been losing hair constantly in recent years.

"There are quite a few Flying Danger Beasts occupying Jiffonora Sea Tree Forest. None of them are particularly powerful species, but getting entangled with them in the air would still be troublesome."

"I'm just going to take a look. If I can't find the culprit, I won't waste any time."

"That's good."

As he spoke, Bill subconsciously touched his bald head.

He suddenly felt that he had shown great foresight. Knowing that the Intelligence Agency was stressful, he had gone bald ahead of time.

It was a sad story.

"Eh, what's that?"

As smoke from roasting fish and birds rose into the air, Goeschi and the others, standing atop the Empire's tamed flying beasts, spotted signs of cooking in the direction they were heading.

There was nothing more to say. Goeschi ordered the soldier controlling the flying beast to head toward the rising smoke.

When they arrived, the first thing Goeschi saw was a giant tree with a terrifying cross-section where it had been blown apart from the Upper Floors.

Soon afterward, near the broken giant tree, in an Open Space that had suddenly appeared beside the river, he saw a group of ragged children roasting fish and birds over a fire.

"Goeschi!"

Bill's mouth twitched as he looked toward the man atop another Flying Danger Beast.

"Mm, those should be the children we sent into the forest."

Goeschi confirmed it. As for how these children had ended up in the northwestern region of the Great Forest, completely unrelated to the central area of the forest, he had no idea.

However, judging by the fish they were roasting and the piles of Danger Beast corpses beside the Open Space, this group of children might possess talents far beyond what they had imagined.

The children they had ordered to be purchased were basically all under ten, making them easier to brainwash. For children under ten to be able to hunt Danger Beasts, even if they did so together, was an extraordinary feat.

"Looks like we wrongly blamed those logistics people. We'll have to go reward them later."

Bill said with a smile.

"Let's go down first. Children who can survive in Jiffonora Sea Tree Forest may not be easily recruited by us."

Great strength always brought more variables. Originally, children with no one to rely on would have to desperately run through the forest and throw themselves into the Empire's arms if they wanted to survive in Jiffonora Sea Tree Forest. But once they could survive together in this forest filled with Danger Beasts, the Empire might not be their only choice.

"Still, they're only a group of children. With slightly gentler methods, we should be able to win them over easily."

Under the wary and nervous gazes of the children, Goeschi and Bill led the Intelligence Agency members down from the backs of the landing Flying Danger Beasts.

"My dear children, I never expected you to lose the correct path in the forest. As your possible future adoptive father, I've come to pick you up."

"They're from the Empire!"

"They're with the people who drove us into this dangerous forest!"

Not a single child was willing to approach the people who had suddenly appeared.

"Enough. Come with us, to the place you are supposed to go. There will be delicious Food, warm beds, and good medical care waiting for you. There, you will find the meaning of your existence—becoming killing machines—and obtain your happiness."

"Stop lying! I heard the Slave Traders say that if you people weren't taking in children, we never would have been kidnapped and brought here!"

While some children were at a loss because of Goeschi's words, a bespectacled older boy angrily accused him.

With someone taking the lead, the other children also looked at the newcomers with hostility. Not all of them had been kidnapped by Slave Traders, but that did not stop them from blaming the misfortune of being sent here on this group of Imperial personnel who had suddenly appeared.

"What a nuisance. Couldn't those Slave Traders at least get their stories straight and say their parents sold them?"

Goeschi rubbed his brow, then suddenly flashed in front of the Boy who had led the resistance. With one kick, he sent the child flying like a ball.

"As a bunch of unwanted wild children, you lack education."

"Hey, hey, hey, Goeschi. Beating them like this isn't good for your later plans to select elites from among them for specialized training, is it?"

Bill reminded him. If they wanted to educate these uncultured wild children, they could simply have their subordinates do it for them.

"It's fine. The image of a strict father needs to be established anyway. This is also a good chance to select the elite among these children, uh..."

Before Goeschi could finish speaking, Broly kicked him away in the same manner he had used to send the Boy flying.

The Boy had merely been kicked away and was lying on the ground vomiting stomach fluid, not dead, so Goeschi only received a light kick as well.

But even though Broly had deliberately held back his strength, the kick still sent Goeschi flying directly into a distant tree trunk.

Crack—

His whole body smashed a hollow into the trunk, but each strand of his hair had stood straight up and embedded itself in the tree, the suspended space serving as a cushion.

"Bleurgh—"

Yet after his hair softened and he fell to the ground, Goeschi still lay there dry-heaving. The intense twisting pain in his abdomen seemed to synchronize him with the Boy who was also retching nearby.

"I see. Now I'm no longer surprised that you were able to reach this place and hunt so many Danger Beasts."

As a former member of the Rakshasa Four Demons, Goeschi had trained his body to the limit, and his recovery was quite fast.

"It was because of you. It's truly hard to believe that a child your age could kick me flying. Even if it was a Sneak Attack, it is still an impressive feat."

Goeschi was not angry about being kicked away. On the contrary, the way he looked at Broly was filled with burning intensity, as though he had discovered some priceless treasure.

"Come be my child."

Goeschi extended his hand toward Broly and directly issued an invitation.

"I can make you even stronger, and the Empire can give you what you want."

Old man, the New Era has no ship that can carry you!

Broly shook off the strange information that had Appeared in his mind, then seriously said to Goeschi, "I have a father. His name is Paragus. He is stronger than you, and I am even stronger than him."

Goeschi was not overly surprised by the rejection.

"Give me your sword."

He walked over to an Intelligence Agency member and had him hand over his long sword before continuing, "Kid, you don't think that just because you kicked me flying with a Sneak Attack, you truly have the right to bargain with me, do you?"

Goeschi did not use his own sword because it was an Imperial Arms, capable of cursing anyone it even grazed to death.

"Since you refuse to obediently come with me, I can only use somewhat rougher methods to take you away. Bill, with the Empire's medical methods, injuries like severed tendons in the hands and feet can be repaired, right?"

"Don't worry. With Dr. Stylish's God's Hand, even if you cut off all four of his limbs, as long as they are properly preserved, Dr. Stylish can reattach them perfectly."

"Is that so? Then I'm relieved."

A curve rose at the corner of Goeschi's mouth. Wild children who did not understand the Rules should receive the lessons they deserved.

Goeschi spread his stance, bent low, and gripped the sword. His body moved, and he charged forward.

The violent education began. He would make that child understand how formidable adults were.