Goodbye

The music played by the saxophone gradually reached its climax.

The wide-ranging notes were like the raging waves of the sea, surging and crashing in turbulent swells.

Inside the cabin, The Celestial Dragon danced wantonly, the iron whip in his hand lashing out without mercy.

His expression was frantic and manic, his face twisted into a morbid, pathological grin.

His footsteps kept time with the rhythm of the music, the sound of the whip lashing out interweaving with the melodic, impassioned saxophone, echoing one another.

Snap!!

Snap!!

Snap!!

The sound of the long whip striking tender flesh rang out; the woman bit her teeth together tightly, her body already covered in a dense web of bloody welts.

A searing, burning pain radiated from the wounds on her body, yet she dared not let out a wail, only biting down hard as she struggled to maintain a fawning smile on her beautiful face.

"No, that's wrong! Your eyes are wrong!!"

Saint Childers suddenly roared in fury, his hand, laden with gemstone rings, swinging the long whip once more with increasing viciousness.

"You should be looking at me with an untamed gaze!! You should be hostile toward me!! You should hate me!!"

"Think about it carefully, I killed your father, I killed your mother, recall it for me, damn you!!"

Snap!!

The sharp lash cut through the air and fell, leaving a bloody, gaping wound across the woman's chest.

The woman let out a muffled groan, her body drenched in blood as she collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air, yet her eyes grew only more servile and submissive.

She knew very well that if she revealed a look of hatred, it would only further incite the Celestial Dragon's morbid, twisted desires.

On the contrary, blind obedience and submission often caused him to lose interest after a short while.

"Damn it!! Damn it!!"

Saint Childers strode forward, his greasy hand slapping the woman across the face.

The woman's body flew back two meters, her cheek swelling visibly, a trail of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth as her long black hair fell in disarray.

"How boring!!"

The Celestial Dragon cursed, panting, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

He drew the golden pistol from his waist, clicked the safety off, and pressed it directly against the woman's blood-streaked forehead.

He had originally thought that if she could please him, he would spare her life.

Now, it seemed there was no need.

Indeed, a noble god had no need to show any mercy to these lowly, filthy ants.

Besides, he had already found his next exquisite toy, hadn't he?

Thinking this, Saint Childers began to grin with cruel malice once more.

"My apologies, my beloved wife."

He looked down at his seventeenth wife, his finger resting lightly on the trigger of the pistol.

"Goodbye."

However, at that very moment, Saint Childers suddenly saw the woman's pupils contract.

Her previously hollow expression gradually gained color, her eyes staring fixedly at something behind him.

"Hm?" Saint Childers frowned.

He caught a strange scent.

It was a smell he was very familiar with.

It was the smell of blood.

An incredibly thick, pungent scent of blood.

Just then, a creaking, grinding sound suddenly echoed from behind him.

Saint Childers turned his head, looking toward the cabin door with a sense of confusion.

The cabin door was being slowly pushed open.

And at the threshold, bright red blood was flowing in from the outside.

As the cabin door swung fully open, A gust of wind, carrying swirling snow, rushed in from the outside.

A tall figure drenched in blood stood there, his short black hair matted with snowflakes, a large white cloak fluttering behind him, billowing with the stench of blood.

Saint Childers' eyes widened in shock, and he couldn't help but gasp:

"It's you!!"

He stared fixedly at Darren standing at the cabin entrance, his peripheral vision catching the tragic scene on the deck outside.

Corpse after corpse, dressed in black suits, hung suspended in mid-air.

The 12 CP members responsible for the escort had completely lost their lives, their bodies pierced through by rusted iron rods, strewn about in a chaotic, messy heap.

They hung in the wind and snow like tattered clothing.

Blood dripped steadily from their corpses, staining the entire deck a deep crimson.

Saint Childers' pupils suddenly contracted into pinpricks.

This guy... he actually killed my subordinates!?

Could it be...

In an instant, a bottomless chill surged from the soles of the Celestial Dragon's feet, racing up his spine to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle uncontrollably.

"North Blue Admiral, supreme commander of the North Blue Navy, Marine Captain Darren, greets Lord Saint Childers."

Darren, standing at the entrance, narrowed his eyes, bowed slightly, and smiled.

Bang!!

The golden pistol spat fire.

The bullet struck Darren's forehead dead center, yet it produced the sound of clashing metal, bouncing off with a spark.

"It seems your marksmanship is quite good, my lord."

Darren smiled and began to walk forward.

"You... you..."

Seeing that the gunshot was ineffective, Saint Childers' mind shook violently, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Darren, what do you want to do!?"

"What do I want to do... that is truly a good question..."

Darren chuckled, paused for a second as if in thought, and winked at Saint Childers.

"What do you think, Lord Saint Childers?"

Saint Childers was stunned, then flew into a rage:

"No matter what you want to do, you have already offended me, you must die!!!"

Watching the Marine Captain drawing closer and closer, he pulled the trigger frantically.

Bang bang bang bang!!

Bullets struck the Marine Captain's body in rapid succession, yet they all ricocheted off, leaving several craters in the cabin floor and walls.

After firing several shots, Saint Childers looked at the man who had reached him, his face full of shock.

"You..."

Darren slapped him directly across the face, shattering the glass bubble he was wearing; countless glass shards pierced the Celestial Dragon's face, drawing blood.

Under Darren's terrifying strength, Saint Childers' pig-like face twisted and deformed, and his entire body spun through the air, flying backward several meters before slamming straight into the cabin wall.

With a loud bang, the wooden planks of the cabin shattered upon impact.

Saint Childers let out a miserable wail, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Darren with venom as he pointed at him:

"You lowly..."

Squelch!!

Two iron rods suddenly shot out from the cabin floor, coiling around the Celestial Dragon's arms like tree roots, piercing directly through his fatty hands and pinning Saint Childers firmly against the cabin wall.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

Saint Childers let out a blood-curdling scream.