Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 862 Nit-Wit

"!!!" The two young men at the front, both around twenty, suddenly froze.

For a moment the shop's usual noise dimmed and their hearts thudded in their chests.

The group of ten or so behind them also paused, their gazes drifting in the same direction.

A few muffled whispers ran through the crowd. And they too gasped.

"S-So beautiful…" one guy muttered, all of them in a daze. Even the clink of coins seemed to fade.

A faint hush fell over a nearby display as if the room leaned in.

The two guys were brothers. They didn't look similar, but they were only a few minutes apart in age.

Since birth, they had been surrounded by wealth, enjoying a lavish life.

Their father even owned this shop. He could be said to be a very successful businessman. Barely below only a few of the richest people on the continent like Rich.

Both were good-looking and dressed in expensive clothes, jewels, and whatnot.

The light caught on their collars and rings, throwing brief glints. Most women would do anything to get their attention, mainly because of their wealth.

The two were full of confidence. Still, upon seeing the eight women, they wondered if it was some dream.

They pinched one another and jolted back to their senses. A couple of heads turned, curiosity flickering before returning to normal business.

Such beauties actually existed? Scanning the eight women, they found every one of them otherworldly.

The shop's mirrors seemed dull compared to them. The desires of the two bloomed, wishing to get at least one of them.

With their overflowing confidence, they were sure they could impress them.

"Four yours, four mine." The younger sibling, called Wit, spoke quickly. He drummed his fingers on the counter as if marking territory.

Fully aware of his older brother's habit of trying to hoard everything for himself, there was no way he could give up on these women.

"Haha, fine, fine. But those four are mine. Don't even think of setting your eyes on them."

Nit, the older brother, said, pointing at Vanessa, Yasmine, Yennefer, and Diana.

His tone mixed amusement with command. All of them were too beautiful, so it was difficult to make a choice.

They couldn't see Teresa's face, so Nit didn't choose her.

Wit grimaced, but upon seeing the remaining four, he decided not to fight his elder brother.

Fiona, Maeve, Teresa, and Ava all looked extremely beautiful too. Each carried a different air, but all seemed untouchable.

A tiny ripple of admiration passed through a corner of the shop.

The two brothers were making arrangements among themselves as if these were not women but objects displayed for sale.

Of course, the eight women in question had already noticed them all, but they couldn't care less.

Though they did feel like snapping a finger and making them all disappear, they decided to wait and see if those guys would bother them.

As they bought one thing after another, the group of young men approached them with confident smiles.

The perfume of fabric and cologne mingled, sharpening the tension. A bell above the door chimed faintly, unnoticed by most.

"Hello, ladies. Would you mind if we take a minute of your precious time?" Nit, being the gentleman, spoke gracefully.

"Yes, we do mind, so go somewhere else." Without even turning her head, Yasmine shooed them away.

Nit: "…" He was left standing awkwardly with his hand stretched out, a shocked look on his face.

The sound of faint laughter and mocking from behind made his head burn with shame and anger. His own brother looked at him with a mocking smile.

They didn't even look at him- right, they didn't notice him, which was why they acted like that.

If they knew he was the next owner of this and many other shops, and saw his handsome appearance, they surely wouldn't react the same way. Clearing his throat, he tried to strike up another conversation. He tried to steady his expression, but a slight flush showed.

"COUGH. Beautiful ladies, I think you didn't notice, but I am the son of the owner of this shop, also the heir who will soon own billions-"

While speaking, Nit sat down in the section where the clothes were being presented. He placed himself so everyone could see his face.

Making sure they could all see his face, he believed that after knowing his wealth and seeing his handsome appearance, there was no way any woman could ignore him.

Who wouldn't want to be with someone rich? If they were young, that was even better.

"Who let their pet loose? His voice is so irritating." Fiona dramatically shut her ears with her fingers. A few nearby customers suppressed smiles.

"Ask someone to make them leave." Ava said, frowning at the group of mannerless boys. With her temper, Fiona would have already wiped them out, but she held back solely because Ava was there.

The saleswoman presenting the clothes didn't know what to do. That was the son of their owner, after all. And the owner doted on his sons a lot. Even if they made mistakes, he would cover for them. So they were afraid of offending Nit and Wit.

"Hahaha, this is the first time. Look at his face, and he calls himself a pro!" Wit burst out laughing along with the others. His laugh sounded too loud. A small child peeking from behind a rack giggled then hushed.

Nit gritted his teeth, his anger flaring. But with the strict rules, he couldn't harm these women openly. Since they dared to offend him, however, he decided to make fun of them too.

"Well, I will count to three. Get out of this shop on your own before I ask the guards to throw you out." Nit muttered, folding his arms over his chest and looking at them arrogantly. Since these women were extremely beautiful and hot, he decided to forgive them if they apologized.

"Brother, what a sore loser. Let me get my chance!" Wit complained. He was sure at least one of them would like him.

"Sure, go ahead." Nit smirked and gestured.

"So-" Before he could even speak a word, Maeve spoke with a frown.

"Get lost!" Her single-word dismissal landed hard.

"…" The boys around Wit burst out laughing again, and now his head burned with shame. Their bravado trembled.

"Brother, you were right. These women should never be allowed in any of our shops. Now just throw them out!" Wit shouted.

"Three…" Nit raised his hand, three fingers pointing up.

The group of women looked at one another and couldn't help but laugh at their childish display. Their quiet laughter only irked the brothers even more.

"Two!" Nit continued, his face twisted. He would make sure to find out who they were and send his men after these women.

He had abducted a few women he liked already, but they all gave in after he gave them enough money.

"One!" Finally, all his fingers curled, and he gave the command, "Guards, throw these eight ladies out of the shop and make sure not to show them any respect."

The other customers in the shop looked at the group of women with some pity, mainly the men. A few exchanged uneasy glances.

The women, however, felt jealous of their looks, so they were quite satisfied, laughing in their hearts.

Several of the guards who had been silently watching the drama sighed.

They really wanted to beat up these brats but could do nothing.

Despite the order, they approached slowly, hoping the women would leave on their own.

"M-Mr. Nit, it wouldn't be good to t-treat them like this. I don't think your f-father would be happy about this."

The saleswoman, despite being afraid, mustered all her courage and spoke. Her voice trembled, but she tried nonetheless.

She even mentioned their father, hoping to create some pressure. But it instead backfired, making the two brothers glare at her, and she knew her life was finished. She shouldn't have spoken up, but she simply felt they were being unreasonable.

"Throw these women out! What are you dawdling there for? After I deal with them, I will take care of you. How dare you try to threaten me!"

Nit roared, shouting at the guards.

The guards shook their heads and quickly approached the group of women, who just sat there calmly, as if a good drama were being played.

The shop seemed to hold its breath. A few customers edged closer to watch.

"M-Miss, can you please leave?" one of the guards asked, not daring to use force.

"You lowly bastard, you are going against my order?! Good. You all have families here, right?

I guess it is time we recruit new guards and remove the old ones." Wit copied his brother and roared out the threats.

"!!!" The guards shook, fear creeping into their hearts.

Vanessa rolled her eyes. These guards were helpless, so she gave an order.

"Go out." The word landed like a quiet command.

The guards, as if being controlled, nodded and left the shop, leaving the two brothers fuming. Their retreat was stiff and shamefaced.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going? You're listening to her orders, not mine!"

Nit stomped his feet. He had never been so angry.

He really was going to slaughter them all.

"Bro, want me to deal with them?" the boys in the group grinned, looking at the beautiful women.

They licked their lips and took a step forward. A bead of sweat trickled down one boy's temple.

While throwing them out, they would at least get to touch them, so they walked forward while practically salivating.

The air felt charged, like a sudden storm about to break. A low murmur rose among customers sensing trouble.

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