Hancock's brows furrowed, and she glared fiercely at Jiang Siming before taking off her clothes again.
This time, Jiang Siming could only linger below for a few more glances before looking toward Hancock's fragrant back.
There was a brand on her back.
"This is the Celestial Dragon's Hoof. It came from the hands of the Celestial Dragons. They brand all their slaves with this mark."
As she spoke, Hancock had already put her clothes back on and turned around.
She looked at Jiang Siming. After remaining silent for a moment, she suddenly knelt before him, bowing deeply.
This was a custom of Amazon Lily, a ceremony performed only for benefactors who had done the island a tremendous favor.
"Thank you. Thank you for dispelling the nightmare in my heart. I, Hancock, swear that as long as I remain the queen of Amazon Lily, I will protect you to the very end!"
After Hancock finished speaking, she buried her head in her jade arms and fell silent.
But Jiang Siming knew that she was crying.
Anyone who had carried such a shadow from childhood would have suffered terribly.
Even after Hancock became one of the Shichibukai, she still had no way to take revenge.
Moreover, she had always needed to guard this secret carefully. No one could ever know that they had once been slaves.
That life had continued until now. Unless something unexpected happened, Hancock knew she would have to live that way for the rest of her life.
Jiang Siming said nothing. Instead, he drew the last puff of smoke into his lungs, extinguished the cigarette, and stood up.
"Have you ever thought about taking revenge?" Jiang Siming asked.
Hancock raised her head. Her moonlit eyes still held tears as she stared blankly at Jiang Siming.
Jiang Siming smiled