Qikara turned around, facing her back toward Hancock on the execution rack, then lifted her long hair to reveal the mark on her back.
"That's..."
Hancock's pupils quaked. The color instantly drained from her face, and her entire body began trembling uncontrollably. She looked nothing like the aloof empress she had been before.
The Hoof of the Soaring Dragon!
Good waved a hand.
"All right, put your clothes back on."
"Yes, sir."
Qikara put her clothes back on, blushing.
Having spent over a year at Good's side, she knew very well that he did not see her as a slave or discriminate against her because of her past. He treated her no differently from his other subordinates.
That made her immensely grateful.
The fear from her days as a slave had also gradually melted away in that warmth.
Good stood up, walked over to the trembling Hancock, and reached out to pinch her chin.
So beautiful-pah!
"Keh heh heh, who would have thought that the Pirate Empress, hailed as the World's Most Beautiful Woman, was actually a slave of the Celestial Dragons? If I sold this news to Big News Morgans, he'd definitely pay a fortune."
"Big News Morgans..."
Hancock trembled even harder, despair appearing in her eyes. If the outside world learned that she was a slave, the Celestial Dragons would definitely take her back.
She would rather die than return to that miserable hell without a shred of hope.
"This really is a problem."
Good threatened her with a smile. "Boa Hancock, you wouldn't want people finding out that you used to be a slave of the Celestial Dragons, would you?"
"I..."
Hancock shook her head in terror.
Smack!
A slap struck her face.
Good's gaze was icy.
"Speak clearly. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I don't