The Respect They Deserved

Countdown 143:01:02.

It was nearly one in the morning.

On the Indian Ocean, a luxury yacht was speeding toward Mumbai Harbor at thirty knots.

More than a dozen North American supermodels were still partying wildly on the deck, swaying their alluring bodies. Around them, over a dozen male Time Walkers were fooling around.

The power of the Kingdom and the Future Organization now gave them wealth beyond anything the mundane world could imagine, enough for them to indulge themselves to their hearts' content.

Unlike the low-profile Eastern Time Walkers, even though Jiuzhou was now rich enough to rival a nation, it was managed with complete military discipline. No one dared behave so unrestrainedly in front of He Jinqiu.

Kunlun needed no mention. It was a group of bachelors.

On the luxury yacht, a white female Time Walker wore a simple suit.

She watched it all coldly, with no intention of joining in. The Kingdom had prepared male models for her, but they sat trembling on either side of her like two quails.

The woman was around thirty, and the tailored waist of her suit outlined her figure perfectly.

The atmosphere aboard the yacht was cheerful.

Yet strangely, an ancient oil painting had been placed on the deck. It depicted a British-style clock tower, with an enormous mechanical clock mounted upon it.

Looking closely, the hands of the clock, which should have been frozen in the painting, were slowly moving.

Beneath the clock tower, hundreds of people stood frozen in place. They wore wildly different styles—punk, British, casual—as though they did not belong to the same era.

At 12:59, an Asian man suddenly emerged from the clock tower and stepped out of the painting onto the deck.

Arthur, the proxy for the Kingdom's leader. He wore a Skull Ring on his