152: Top-grade Wagyu beef was fed to dogs

Blondie’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Boss, it’s really Australian lobster! I haven’t seen one in half a year!”

Wang Ce stared fixedly at the boiling red oil, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with difficulty.

“Gulp!”

Even though he was trying his best to restrain himself, the sound of his swallowing betrayed him.

At that moment, his so-called aristocratic dignity was torn to shreds by hunger.

The shock in his eyes was quickly replaced by a hint of madness.

“The last supper... yes, it must be a final splurge before death!”

He seemed to be convincing himself, yet also trying to hide his uncontrollable drooling.

“Probably some upstart who just looted a cold storage.”

“Brothers, don’t let this bit of food blind you. Once we take that ship, all of this will be ours!”

However.

Chen Du didn't give them a single glance.

He picked up a slice of marbled beef and swished it back and forth in the red oil pot for a few seconds.

He dipped it into minced garlic and sesame oil.

And popped it into his mouth.

“Mmm—”

Chen Du closed his eyes with a look of pure bliss. “This texture... it melts in your mouth, with such a rich milky aroma.”

“Come, everyone, take a seat.”

“Since those across from us don’t want to eat, we’ll enjoy it ourselves.”

The girls sat down around the table, laughing and chatting.

An Nuonuo specifically brought out a large speaker.

Upbeat music began to play.

It was the very cheerful song, "Good Luck Coming."

“Damn it!”

Wang Ce finally snapped.

The shame of being ignored and outdone made his face twist slightly.

He had originally intended to use a show of force to make the other party submit.

Instead, the other party had started an outdoor party!

It was like driving a Ferrari to show off on the streets, only for the old man on a tricycle next to you to suddenly pull out a helicopter!

“Giving you face but you don't want it!”

Wang Ce slammed his wine glass down, shattering it.

“Since you want to do this the hard way, move the ships in!”

“Kill the man! As for the women... capture them all alive!”

“Captain! They’re moving!”

Xia Lai, while gnawing on a lobster leg, kept her eyes on the sea. “All four ships are accelerating and surrounding us.”

“Let them come closer.”

Chen Du skillfully peeled a shrimp and fed the meat into Xia Mo’s mouth.

“They’re too far away to see their expressions... it’s no fun.”

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his hands.

“Just in time for some after-meal exercise.”

Xia Mo swallowed the shrimp and wiped the corner of her mouth.

She stood up.

Revealing two cold, gleaming daggers strapped to her outer thighs.

“Since it’s a party, how can there be no entertainment?”

“Understood! C-District’s Number One Succubus, requesting to battle~”

Lin Keke snapped her fingers excitedly, and pink mist instantly exploded!

Her originally pure JK uniform dissolved in the mist, replaced by an intricate and gorgeous dark gothic battle dress.

That heart-shaped tail whipped through the air with a crisp crack!

Snap!

She stepped onto the railing with one foot and beckoned toward the poseidon: “Hey, small fry over there, are you ready to enter the dungeon?”

Immediately after.

Li Yaozhi put down her chopsticks.

Today, she was wearing a purple high-slit qipao.

This outfit was absolutely lethal.

This time, she held several Tarot cards in her hand.

That cold, abstinent, yet dangerous temperament was filled with charm.

By now.

The poseidon had closed in to within fifty meters.

Wang Ce stood at the bow.

When he clearly saw these women, his expression completely froze.

His breathing hitched.

It wasn't just him.

All the men behind him, including those underlings holding guns, were stunned.

What kind of god-tier lineup was this? Was this still the apocalypse?

It was like a Victoria's Secret runway combined with a cosplay convention!

The women’s skin was so fair it seemed to glow, and their hair was as smooth as if they had just come from a salon.

Their eyes were bright and confident, without the slightest hint of a survivor's decadence or fear.

Then he looked at his own female companions—malnourished, sallow-faced, and with shifting, fearful gazes... comparison was truly the thief of joy!

“These are your so-called... girls?”

Chen Du’s voice came lazily through a megaphone.

He pointed at the trembling woman in a bikini beside Wang Ce.

“If you treat a poor wretch like a treasure...”

“Then I can only say your taste is truly low-class.”

“You’re looking for death!” Wang Ce had been accurately poked in his sore spot.

Why? Why could a guy running a black ship have so many top-tier beauties?

And looking at the eyes of these women, not only were they not afraid of the pretty boy in front of them, but they were full of... admiration and reliance?

For Wang Ce, who considered himself the "Chosen One," this was a total humiliation.

“Fire!”

He roared hysterically, “Turn that man into a sieve!”

“That little succubus is mine! The one in the qipao is mine too!”

Gunshots rang out!

Bang bang bang!

A dense hail of bullets poured toward Ship 0819 like rain.

However.

What happened in the next second made everyone doubt their very existence.

An Nuonuo simply raised her hand.

A transparent air wall appeared out of thin air.

The bullets hit it as if they had entered thick glue.

They hovered in mid-air.

Then they fell to the floor with a series of clatters.

“This is your firepower?”

Xia Xin stood on a high point, her Recurve Bow drawn.

“Too weak.”

Twang!

This sound of the bowstring was like the whisper of the Grim Reaper.

An air blast erupted!

The arrow carved a visible vacuum tunnel through the air!

The arrow's shadow was impossible to track.

Everyone only heard a loud explosion.

The thick main mast, which symbolized glory, was snapped clean off!

The broken mast, carried by a gust of wind, crashed down, almost grazing the tip of Blondie’s nose.

Wood splinters flew, carving bloody streaks across his face.

And that arrow’s momentum had not yet faded!

It actually nailed straight through the deck, its fletching vibrating with a hum!

“That arrow was a warning.”

Chen Du’s voice remained calm.

“If I see your water guns pointed at my ship again...”

“The next arrow will be through your head.”

Hearing this, Wang Ce’s whole body stiffened.

A smile that looked worse than crying quickly formed on his face.

Wang Ce was paralyzed; the wind pressure from that arrow had even sliced off a button from his suit.

Ting!

The sound of the button hitting the floor was exceptionally piercing in the dead silence!

He glanced at the bullets suspended in front of An Nuonuo, then at the bowstring Xia Xin had drawn taut once more.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

They were all Awakened Ones... and high-tier ones at that!

His Adam's apple bobbed violently.

The muscles on his face twitched a few times as he forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

Then he suddenly threw both hands above his head: “Wait! Don’t shoot! I was blind!”

Wang Ce kicked the Blondie next to him, screaming at the top of his lungs, “Put the guns down, damn it! Do you want to die?”

“Great boss... it’s a misunderstanding! We were just passing by and didn't know any better!”

“We... we can use supplies to trade for our lives! Yes! Buy our lives!”

Chen Du scoffed.

He picked up a freshly cooked beef roll and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with a crunch.

“Misunderstanding?”

“Fine, let’s keep this misunderstanding going until the end.”

Chen Du snapped his fingers.

The hatch to the lower deck opened.

Mao Mao, the Ghoul, covered in tattered rags and with a pink bow on its head, waddled out.

It was dragging half a side of freshly thawed raw pork.

“Roar...”

Seeing so many people across from it, Mao Mao was so excited it began to drool.

“Mao Mao, sit.”

Chen Du nudged it with his toe.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd,

He picked up several slices of top-grade marbled beef and tossed them into the battered bowl in front of Mao Mao.

“Eat up, this is your reward!”