The pain almost swept through his entire nervous system. Although Li Rui couldn't hear Si Yehan's words clearly, he could still make out that he was insulting his girlfriend.
Filled with rage but with nowhere to vent it, he lowered his head and growled like a wild beast, veins bulging on his forehead, his whole body kneeling and curled up, blood constantly oozing from between his legs.
Si Yehan's smile remained unchanged. His gaze fell on the cage, where the knife that Li Rui had been holding had fallen. However, the three little girls inside were tightly embracing each other, showing no sign of reaching for the knife, as if they were offering their necks for slaughter.
Si Yehan said calmly, "You really have a weak will to resist."
As he spoke, he sheathed his gun, drew his longsword, and the blade gleamed with a cold light.
Writhing on the ground in pain, Li Rui caught a glimpse of the long blade dragging across the floor. His anger receded like a receding tide, replaced by overwhelming fear. He screamed and begged for mercy, pleading that the blade spare him. "Don't kill me! I'll be your dog! I'll give you everything..."
His dying words came to an abrupt halt as the long blade fell. With a slight movement of his hand, Si Yehan sent an ear flying off, and Li Rui let out a scream, swallowing all his words.
Immediately, Li Rui's head flew up and smashed into the iron cage, then fell to the ground, his blood splattering onto the short knife inside the cage.
Si Yehan looked at the remaining iron cages, there were quite a few of them. He walked forward and stabbed through the gaps in the cages, stringing the three girls inside together. Blood dripped down the blade.
Blood and gore stained the entire iron cage.
As Si Yehan moved, his blade continuously slashed out, carving graceful arcs in the air, splattering blood in the process, like a work of art.
The severed heads rolled and thrashed inside the iron cage, splattering blood mixed with bits of flesh, yet they didn't even touch the hem of Si Yehan's clothes.
Blood gushed out. Looking at the horrifying head pressed against the iron cage, Si Yehan found it even more amusing. A cold wind rushed from the corridor into the cargo hold, making the air even cooler.
Dealing with the thirty or so "goods" was quite easy. After slashing and killing for a while, Si Yehan thought about finding some tools from the iron box behind him to add some fun.
With a sudden yank of the curtain, the metal box behind it was revealed. Si Yehan rummaged through it for a moment and found some Molotov cocktails. A bright smile appeared on his face.
After confirming there were no bombs, Si Yehan swung his knife and chopped off the remaining limbs of the "cargo." Terrified screams filled the air, and resentment and pain surfaced in their numb eyes.
Broken bones and flesh, covered in blood, flowed out of the iron cage. The numerous half-finished Human Swine inside let out shrill screams, their arms severed at the root, flesh and broken bones exposed to the air.
Si Yehan looked at the corpses lying in the cages and the remaining half-finished Human Swine, then raised his hand and threw the Molotov cocktail to the ground.
The flames spread rapidly, igniting the curtain, and the dried blood on the ground also burned. Orange-red flames flickered in the cargo hold, engulfing the iron cage.
Li Rui's corpse on the ground was sizzling and smoking, the flames burning his clothes and the muscles beneath them. A wave of scorching heat swept over, the surroundings seemed to deform, and even the wind was no longer flowing smoothly.
Si Yehan left the cabin, crossed his arms, and watched the raging fire. The screams of the half-finished Human Swine they faced the flames were even more ear-piercing, mingling together, and for a moment the entire cargo hold seemed to tremble.
A smile appeared on Si Yehan's face, clearly indicating that the scene before him pleased him greatly.
The iron cage shook violently in the flames, even deforming slightly, and some slight explosions were heard. Dozens of figures struggled fiercely inside, their hands outstretched, but unable to reach anything.
The aroma of meat filled the air, but soon a burnt smell wafted through the air. Flames burned fiercely, the fire snakes showing no mercy as they spewed forth, only extreme destruction, burning everything to ashes.
Thick black smoke billowed from the cabin. Si Yehan slowly turned and left, the screams behind him intertwining like music, gradually fading until they disappeared.
Si Yehan's smile slowly faded. He took off his submachine gun and casually tossed it into the flames behind him.
The flames surged wildly, yet they did not spread any further. Si Yehan calmly walked up to the first-floor deck and picked up an umbrella.
Raindrops brushed against my face. Dark clouds hung high over the boundless ocean. The rain was falling, but the gale had not yet arrived.
The door to the entertainment hall on the first floor was still open, and the scene inside was extremely clear. The floor was covered with minced meat, and bits of flesh and bones were intertwined and pasted on the ground. Human faces were shriveled and rotten, and countless bodies were intertwined, their faces filled with resentment, fear, and unwillingness.
Rainwater did not flow into it; the water on the deck had been drained and was flowing down the hull of the cruise ship like a waterfall.
Si Yehan stood in the rain with an umbrella, admiring the scenery for a moment, when the explosion sounded very faintly, and the deck beneath his feet shook slightly for a moment, perhaps coming from the cargo hold.
Si Yehan walked nonchalantly towards the second-floor restaurant, thinking it best to stock up on some food. Since the start of the killing spree, they hadn't rested except when traveling, and there shouldn't be any other living person on this cruise ship besides himself.
If there were any, they would definitely gather at the restaurant.
Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Si Yehan hurried towards the second floor. When he passed through the Mirror Corridor, his heart was not stirred at all, and he did not even glance at the mirrors around him.
As he walked on the carpet, Si Yehan gently twirled the umbrella in his hand. The blood on the long blade had not yet dried, and it dripped from the tip of the blade like beads.
Upon entering the restaurant, Si Yehan saw a large group of service staff gathered together. They were unarmed, men and women mixed together, gulping down the food on the tables, their faces filled with fear—a fear born of the breakdown of order.
For these people, who have lived under the protection of order for many years, it is simply impossible to change their circumstances in a short period of time.
Upon seeing the blood-dripping longsword at Si Yehan's waist, those people let out a series of screams and scattered in all directions, without even a thought of resistance. Faced with armed people, even if they had a numerical advantage, they dared not easily resist, fearing that they would be the first to die.
Si Yehan slowly drew his gun and repeatedly pulled the trigger at the fleeing figures. Faint gunshots rang out, and as the bullets were reloaded, the fleeing became even more frantic.
One by one, figures fell, staining the restaurant's pristine white floor tiles red, with blood and bone fragments splattering everywhere.
Before long, Si Yehan had finished clearing everyone out of his sight, and then went to the kitchen to find some refrigerated food, bread, milk and other similar items.
After putting these things back in his room, Si Yehan went to the dining room and ate some still-warm food to ensure his strength had returned to its peak.
Next, it was time to head over to the cockpit for a look.