Sign of the Zodiac: Taurus
Threats

Bianco glanced at the enthusiastic-looking Beatris as her husband was now on the verge of life and death. The woman next to him was indeed notoriously cruel. Bianco decided to pay attention to the game. The bull had already charged towards Carrian. The sprawled young man tried to get up from the ground and re-attached the wary horses.

One fist of Carrian lifted into the air. Just when the bull was in front of his eyes and ready to ram, Carian smashed his stone-hard fist into the bull's head. The poor animal staggered to the side. However, Carrian did not stop there. With his body, Carrian again rode a limp bull. While sitting on the back of the bull, Carrian threw out dozens of mercilessly hard punches.

The bull's head could not resist the violence thrown by Carrian. With drenched blood the bull finally collapsed unconscious. Either alive or dead. Bianco took a deep breath watching the heinous fight. Carrian is as bad as Beatris. It was just that he showed his cruelty with physical violence.

“Cih ... .” sounds disappointed squealing beatris next to Bianco. “Truly boring,” murmured while butt-backed chin.

“Your husband is the strongest fighter as well as the owner of this arena. Of course it is not surprising that the results of this match will also be won by him,” said Bianco kalem.

Beatris turned to him with an annoyed look. “Your words suck, Bian,” Beatris said.

“I only speak as is,” said Bianco as he bowed.

Beatris took a short breath and stood up. “The person will immediately create a riot if we do not leave here immediately,” he said as he grabbed Bianco's arm.

Bianco hurriedly got up and prepared to escort his young lady back to the horse carriage. However, their journey was blocked by two large-bodied torero.

“Please come with us, Miss Beatris. Young Master calls you,” said one torero.

“Exit. I have no obligation to obey your master,” Beatris replied.

“When you say so, we are worried about having to take you by force,” said the other.

The two torero then walked docked to Beatris and prepared to catch him. Beatrice rebelled in anger.

“Don't you dare touch me! You don't know who I am?” beatris is full of anger.

Bianco could not stand by and let Beatris be treated harshly. Luckily they brought Andres and Baltazar to accompany the trip. Bianco immediately signaled the two bar guards. The two moved swiftly and immediately pinned the two torero that ambushed Beatris. On the sidelines of the riots, Bianco immediately grabbed Beatris' hand and took the woman away.

“Truly uncivilized man,” grumbled Beatris after he and Bianco made it into the horse-drawn carriage.

“Are you okay? Your wrist hurts?” bianco asked as he grabbed Beatris by the hand and examined her.

“I'm fine, Bian. But I'm pissed off half dead. Belmonte people always use their muscles than their brains first. They are like barbarians,” cerocos Beatris who still continue to feel upset.

“You will get in trouble when you return to your home later,” Bianco warned.

“I'll take care of it.” Beatrice said in passing.

Bianco could only sigh. Along the way, the two did not talk much. Carrian's anger may not just stop at domestic violence. The bar will be another target tonight.Bianco is also getting ready.

“You're back safely,” greet Bianco from behind the bar table.

Anders and Baltazar came in with battered faces.

“Do we just close the bar tonight?” bianco Proposal.

“That's no use. They can damage property and cause harm to us. Besides what they are after is you,” sergeant Andres looks tired.

“Why do you always obey Young Miss's will and make trouble for yourself? Both families are equally crazy. You should have let those crazy fellows bite each other without involving yourself.” Baltazar also raised his voice.

“It was in vain to tell him. You know how stubborn Bianco is. He's like a buffalo in front of Miss Beatris. Seeing your fate like this, I never regretted having an ugly face. Handsome people like you have to live with great risk too,” Andres said trying to joke.

Bianco was at a loss for words. Both of their words have a point. Why was he always so weak in front of Beatrice? But he knew that the woman was just using and just having fun with him.

“Day is already night. Soon the visitors will arrive. You'd better open the bar now,” Bianco's orders try to divert the conversation.

“You told us to work after being battered like this?” andres did not accept it.

“Your condition is much better than when you were stoned as usual,” said Bianco sarcastically.

Andres and Baltazar just chuckled. They both obeyed Bianco's orders to open the bar that night. All the tables are neatly arranged. The floor and walls are also clean from dust or vomit and blood remnants overnight. Some visitors started to arrive. The bar was already half-filled when suddenly their bar door slammed open violently.

Some fierce-faced torero entered the bar while carrying a blazing torch.

“Where is a man named Bianco! Out you!” call one of those torero.

Andres and Baltazar immediately turned wary. Bianco who had been standing behind the bar table had gone out.

“I'm the manager here, as well as the person you're looking for, Bianco,” he said in a calm voice. He knew it would happen sooner or later.

The people Beatris promised to protect her will not come anytime soon either. Beatris must be having the same problem now: the threat of violence.

“Cute us!” snapping torero with a fierce face while looking hard at Bianco rah.

The young man was not intimidated at all. He prevented Andres and Baltazar from protecting him.

“You will deal with the entire Manolette family if you dare to break this bar. You better go if you don't want to order anything,” said Bianco kalem.

The leader of the mob spat on the floor. “Don't mess around, loser. We have no interest in driving this bar. All we want is to take you away be it life or death,” her wrathful voice.

“I won't go anywhere before my work hours are over. Please wait until this bar closes and you can just take me,” said Bianco.

The young man was already used to facing similar threats. Because it was easy for him to lick his tongue. Especially considering the care of the Belmonte family torero usually only use their muscles and not their brains.

“Then we will not hesitate anymore. Today's order is clear: bring the comfort man who has ruined Mr. Carrian's household, dead or alive.” The torero leader was still growling in a low voice. His gaze grew sharper and a terrible grin began to develop on his lips.

“Burn this place,” order the torero then.