The moon hung high, spilling silver light across the sea. Beneath the night sky, the waves glittered, and nature's beauty was everywhere.
The Death God rang with laughter. Once in the kitchen, Hancock personally cooked more than a dozen delicious dishes for Ye Chen.
As the exalted Empress of Amazon Lily, she had never cooked for anyone before. Now she did everything herself, gladly preparing a meal for the man she loved.
She refused to let anyone else into the kitchen. Anyone who dared approach would immediately turn to stone.
Stone had wanted to go in for some seasoning, but the motionless statues outside the door made him draw a sharp breath. He abandoned the idea.
Ye Chen paid none of it any mind. He ate and drank with Jack, who had always been blunt and straightforward. Jack told Ye Chen about his past without holding anything back.
"I once met a man in the East Blue named Black Ghost Mosang. This was years ago. The bastard crossed me, so I cut him five hundred times before he died. Hahahaha... That felt good."
"Five hundred cuts?" Even Ye Chen found that hard to believe.
"Haha, that's right. Exactly five hundred, no more, no less. What fun is killing someone with one cut? I made him wish he were dead. He suffered through every last bit of it, and each cut took off one small slice of flesh. I still remember the first cut. I took it from right here..." Jack pointed to the center of his own chest.
Ye Chen frowned, his face darkening. Jack was pointing at a man's nipple.
The bastard had tortured an opponent like that and was now boasting about it right in front of him.
Then again, it was all in the past. Ye Chen