His Gaze Towards Me Is Wrong

"Remember to deliver the food on time; I cannot have my beloved wife going hungry."

After stepping out of the hold where the cages were stored, Saint Childers commanded the CP1 member with an imperious air.

"Yes, Lord Saint Childers." The CP1 member nodded respectfully.

"Oh, and one more thing..."

Saint Childers paused his steps and turned back around.

"The highest-ranking commander of the Navy in the North Blue—yes, that fellow named Darren..."

The CP1 agent was taken aback, recalling the gift the North Blue Admiral had sent over earlier, and bowed.

"Does my Lord wish to promote him? Darren, the supreme commander of the North Blue Navy, holds the rank of Marine Headquarters Colonel. According to reliable intelligence, he has already been included in the Marine Headquarters' key training sequence and has been granted a spot at the Marineford Officer Training Camp..."

"That fellow is quite capable; his methods and vision are rather impressive. Under his governance, order and the economy in the North Blue have seen significant improvement. He is indeed worth promoting."

"Promoting?"

Saint Childers suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had heard some absurd joke.

He sneered:

"No, I mean, find an opportunity later to have him kicked out of the Navy, and then kill him."

The CP1 leader froze, unable to keep up with the Celestial Dragon's train of thought for a moment.

"Has that fellow offended you, my Lord?"

Although the Celestial Dragons possessed immense power and could easily decide a person's life or death, Darren was no ordinary individual.

Anyone who could secure a spot at the Marineford Officer Training Camp was a key protégé of Marine Headquarters.

Even with the authority of the World Government, it was not easy to rashly interfere with a key officer of Marine Headquarters, especially one who held actual command over the entire North Blue Navy.

At the very least, a somewhat plausible reason would be required on the surface.

"Offended? Not exactly..."

Saint Childers let out a cackling, strange laugh.

The CP1 agent knelt on one knee in terror.

"Then, what is the specific reason..."

Saint Childers glanced at him sideways, then suddenly stomped on the man's head, kicking him until he was bloodied.

"Do I need a reason to make a decision?"

"No, you do not!!"

Seeing the Celestial Dragon fly into a rage, the CP1 leader trembled all over, his face pale, not daring to wipe the blood from his face.

Saint Childers snorted coldly.

"If you must have a reason..."

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with brutality.

"The way he looked at me was wrong."

"...I really hate the way he looks at me. Is that enough?"

Having said that, he walked into his private cabin.

Unlike the hold where the slaves were kept, Saint Childers' private cabin was spacious, brightly lit, and luxuriously decorated.

Soft carpets were spread across the dry floor, and oil lamps emitted a warm glow.

Saint Childers glanced at the so-called gift sent by the North Blue Admiral.

Large crates were piled high, filling the cabin with gold, silver, and treasures that shimmered with iridescent luster, nearly making the cabin shine with golden brilliance.

A satisfied smile appeared on the Celestial Dragon's face.

He took off his fur coat and tossed it onto the floor.

He walked past the mountain of gold and silver to a hidden door at the end of the cabin and unlocked it.

The hidden door was pushed open slowly.

"Come out, my treasure."

Saint Childers licked his lips; as his inner desires surged, his narrow pupils flickered with a brutal and excited red light.

Soon, a woman crawled out slowly from behind the hidden door, kneeling on the ground.

The woman had a beautiful face, but her hands and feet were shackled with heavy chains.

Her expression was numb and vacant, her pupils dull and lifeless, and saliva dripped continuously from her lips, which were painted a bright, vivid red.

Like a docile little dog, the woman crawled on her hands and knees, as if she had lost her soul, until she reached the Celestial Dragon's feet, gently rubbing her face against his calf.

A twisted, manic expression surged onto the face of Saint Childers as he let out a sickly laugh.

He casually pressed the button on the phonograph, and soon, a melodious saxophone tune began to flow slowly through the air.

The Celestial Dragon picked up a long whip covered in thorns.

Outside the cabin, on the deck of the government ship.

"Boss, are you alright?"

The members of CP1 looked at the blood on their leader's face and couldn't help but ask.

"It's nothing. To be whipped by Lord Celestial Dragon is our honor."

The CP1 leader laughed proudly, wiped the blood from his face, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to each of his subordinates, and then lit one for himself.

Hoo...

The CP1 members leaned against the railing of the government ship, exhaling thick clouds of smoke, their expressions relaxed.

They all loved this feeling.

The smoke from the high-quality tobacco, mixed with the damp scent of falling snow, was drawn deep into their lungs, bringing a sense of peace and comfort.

Standing on this luxurious, prestigious government ship, overlooking the endless sea in the distance, it felt as if the entire world was right before their eyes.

Every time they arrived at an island, those foolish, lowly commoners would kneel before their masters, looking at them with eyes full of fear and trepidation; this feeling gave them the dazed illusion that they were born into nobility.

This was a life that only those as excellent as them, who served the "Gods," were worthy of enjoying.

At this moment, bursts of melodious, decadent saxophone music gradually drifted out from the cabin, faintly mixed with the Celestial Dragon's ferocious, wild laughter, the cracking of a whip, and the painful screams of a woman.

Hearing this familiar music, a flash of envy crossed the eyes of the CP1 members.

"Lord Saint Childers is at it again..."

"I just wonder if he will generously bestow his plaything upon us after he's finished this time?"

"Hehehehe..."

"..."

As if recalling something worth savoring, a smile that every man understood appeared on their faces.

"You lot..."

The CP1 leader looked at his subordinates helplessly and shook his head with a chuckle.

He had just been about to say something, but suddenly, he froze.

Because he realized that his subordinates were staring fixedly at something behind him with expressions of horror.

A chill surged into his brain.

The CP1 leader turned around, his eyes widening bit by bit.

In front of the luxurious government ship, a man standing on a metal hoverboard was floating in mid-air, his wide white cape fluttering in the sea breeze.

Amidst the falling snow that filled the sky, he held up a finger, his face wearing a murderous yet smiling expression as he made a shushing gesture toward them.

"Shh..."

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