Let Frieza Take the Field

Beerus clasped his hands behind his back.

He walked over to Frieza at an unhurried pace.

His golden eyes looked coldly down at Frieza, who was sprawled on the ground.

He asked in a frigid tone.

"Frieza."

"Didn't I tell you to work properly and clear out those substandard planets?"

An undisguised pressure shone in Beerus's eyes.

"Why weren't you working properly? Why did you sneak off to Earth again to cause trouble?"

Hearing Beerus's oppressive questioning,

Frieza, sprawled on the ground, trembled slightly.

But he still forced down his fear, raised his head, and tried to defend himself.

"Lord Beerus..."

Frieza's voice sounded somewhat weak.

"As for the planet-clearing work, I stayed up night after night working overtime..."

"I completed this month's required destruction quota ahead of schedule!"

Frieza gritted his teeth and continued.

"That was why I took a day off to come to Earth and handle some personal business."

"And I didn't cause any delay to my work."

Frieza looked at Beerus, his tone carrying a trace of unwillingness.

"Lord Beerus, as the supreme God of Destruction..."

"Surely you aren't going to forcibly interfere even in a personal grudge like this?"

Hearing Frieza's fairly sound excuse,

Beerus did not get angry. Instead, he gave a cold laugh.

"Hmph."

Beerus's gaze sharpened as he bluntly shattered Frieza's illusion.

"Ordinarily, I can't be bothered to meddle in personal grudges between mortals like you."

Beerus bent down, stared straight into Frieza's eyes, and spoke word by word.

"But!"

"Get the current situation straight!"

"If I don't intervene..."

"Then today, you'll be torn to pieces by this group and die here for good!"

Beerus's voice struck Frieza's heart like a heavy hammer.

"If you die, who will work for me in the future?"

Hearing that threat, as blunt as it could