Klaue's News

"Miller, you really did a great job today. Boss Klaue will definitely reward you. Thank goodness you have such a handsome face."

A burly Black man spoke drunkenly to the white man beside him.

He was still holding a bottle of red wine and pouring it into his mouth.

"Brahan, if it weren't for you guys, several of them definitely would have gotten away."

White man Miller smiled.

His typical blond-haired, blue-eyed white face had indeed given him quite a few advantages in Africa, especially when it came to these young women.

The other white man, Rice, looked somewhat displeased. He smashed his wineglass down and cursed, "Damn, Reginald has been gone for so long. He couldn't have lost control and started already, could he?"

"There are seventeen women this time. We can definitely make a fortune!"

"You have to admit, having a handsome face is useful. The moment Miller appears, those girls swarm around him and believe everything he says. He can bring back three or four at a time."

"Look at Rice. He only brought back one, and he had to drag her here by force. Hahaha!"

"You bastards couldn't bring back even one, and you still have the nerve to laugh!"

White man Rice cursed. Ever since Miller arrived, his position had been getting lower and lower.

The Black men began discussing today's haul.

They had brought back seventeen people in a single day. Aside from one woman who had resisted too fiercely and had her legs broken, the rest were all ready to be sent to the dock.

Nine people crowded around the table, eating and drinking.

The atmosphere was extremely lively, yet they kept glancing at the door from time to time, waiting expectantly for something.

'Bang!'

The door was kicked open.

A towering Black man over one hundred ninety centimeters tall emerged from inside the cabin, carrying an unconscious woman in each arm before tossing both of them onto the sofa.

"F**K, these two women aren't light. If you want more, go get them yourselves." The tall man gasped.

"Reginald, it's already been five hours. How are they?"

"They're both lying there. One of them seems close to death. Should I throw her into the sea?"

The tall man grabbed a piece of meat with one hand and began eating, speaking without the slightest concern.

Lakasha glanced at the two unconscious women and curled his lip. "Neither of them is awake. There's no fun in this at all. I'll get the antidote and carry another one over. They're just two women. Do you really want them to die?"

He turned and walked toward the rear cabin.

Leo also landed lightly on top of the cabin at that moment, his Piercing Golden Eyes still activated as he watched the situation inside.

The people inside the cabin had already begun pawing at the two women.

Suddenly, a tremendous sound of metal deforming came from the steel roof above their heads.

As the metal was forcibly twisted, the torn edges were pulled inward.

They formed a large hole.

A small figure drifted down through it and landed directly on the table, standing in the center of everyone.

Although Leo was not particularly skilled at reading lips, he could basically tell what these scum were doing.

These were the kind of people Leo hated most of all.

The killing intent in his heart was completely impossible to restrain.

Judging from how practiced they were, this was definitely not their first time doing this.

Who knew how many others they had harmed?

Three of the Black men warily snatched up their pistols and aimed them at Leo.

The others saw that he was only a child and burst into laughter.

"A child? Hahaha, the child came to save his mother," Rice mocked.

The tall Black man Reginald said nothing.

He simply swung a heavy punch at Leo with a savage expression.

"Go see God!"

His target was Leo's fair, clean face.

This time, however, Leo was not wearing any mask.

The enormous fist tore through the air.

It was blocked by a small, fair hand that was completely incomparable to it.

Leo seized his fist and twisted hard.

The tremendous force directly snapped the wrist of his right hand.

Reginald clutched his hand and lay on the floor, howling.

The other three Black men did not hesitate either and prepared to open fire.

Leo gently raised his right hand.

The three men preparing to shoot all turned their pistols toward their own heads.

Everyone else was terrified when they saw this.

Rice still tried to raise his gun at Leo, but his arm had only made it halfway up.

'Bang!'

Three gunshots merged into one deafening crack.

A blood hole appeared at the temple of each of the three Black men holding guns.

The enormous gunshot echoed throughout the entire ship.

Lakasha, who was selecting a woman in the rear cabin while holding the antidote, also heard it.

"F**K, how many times have I said not to play with guns near the dock? Boss Klaue has warned them so many times. Are they looking to die?"

Lakasha cursed angrily, hoisted a woman over his shoulder, and walked into the cabin.

Rice's hand trembled when he heard the gunshot.

He failed to hold on to his pistol, and it flew from his hand.

Before it could hit the ground, the pistol floated into the air and pressed against Rice's own forehead.

Leo looked around at the six people who remained.

"Where were you planning to take those women you kidnapped?"

As he spoke, two Metal Darts emerged from his back and shot through the shoulders of one of the Black men.

"Ah!" A cry of agony rang out.

A pistol also fell from behind that man's back.

It did not hit the ground.

Instead, it flew directly into his mouth and forcibly blocked his screams.

"I'll ask again. Where were you planning to take these women?"

The other three pistols also found their respective targets and pressed against their foreheads.

Now, only Miller—the comparatively handsome white man—was left sitting trembling on the sofa, afraid to move.

Leo walked over to him.

The two Metal Darts were pulled from the Black man's shoulders and flew before Miller, their bloodstained tips pressed against his chest.

"You tell me. What is going on here?"

Miller stared at Leo, his eyes filled with terror.

His lips parted, and he had just begun to say something.

One of the Black men tried to pull a dagger from his pocket, preparing to stab Leo from behind.

'Bang!'

A blood hole appeared in his forehead, and he collapsed.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! Lakasha is the boss, Lakasha is! I'm only responsible for bringing these women back. The rest has nothing to do with me! Really, this is my first time doing it. Don't kill me, please!"

Miller could not bear the terror of the Metal Darts slowly piercing into him.

With the corpses around him, he shouted in a trembling voice.

"Continue!"

"Lakasha works for Boss Klaue. He usually goes into the city to find women who come here to travel, then kidnaps them and sells them to Boss Klaue, or to people who specialize in this line of work."

The Metal Darts had already pierced half a centimeter into Miller's chest.

Growing even more terrified, he hurriedly continued, "I really just started! I was told I could make five hundred dollars for every woman I brought in! This is only my second time—no, my fourth time doing it. Really, my fourth time!"

"Klaue?"

"Yes, Ulysses Klaue. He's the boss of this stretch of sea. He traffics a lot of weapons and has several hundred men under him. Everyone operating here has to report to him. So do we. You can't kill us."

Miller stared at the distracted Leo.

He gripped the two Metal Darts in his chest and tried to pull them out, but he could not move them at all.

Ulysses Klaue? That name sounds so familiar. Where have I heard it before?