153: Feeding meat to dogs breaks the rich kid's defenses

"Roar!!"

Mao Mao's eyes welled up with tears of gratitude.

With a howl, it lunged forward and began inhaling the bowl of meat like a storm.

That was Wagyu steak! A5 grade! In the current black market, a single bite of that could be traded for several lives!

And now... it was actually being used to feed a Ghoul wearing floral boxers?!

The psychological blow this scene dealt to the crew of the poseidon was a hundred times more devastating than the arrow that had just snapped their mast.

The lackeys looked at the top-tier beef sizzling with grease in Mao Mao's mouth, then at the moldy, hard black bread in their own hands.

In that instant, their worldviews collapsed.

"I don't want to live anymore... My life isn't even as good as a damn ghost's..."

"I want to defect... Boss, does that ship need a dog? The kind that can shoot guns..."

Even the bikini-clad beauty beside Young Master Wang was staring at Mao Mao with eyes turned green, filled with naked envy.

She wished she could instantly possess the body of that zombie.

At this moment.

Wang Ce's face was twitching uncontrollably.

Was this feeding a dog? This was clearly pressing Young Master Wang's face onto the deck and rubbing it repeatedly with the sole of a shoe.

The "noble status" he was so proud of wasn't even worth as much as a pet in front of the other party.

"Friend..."

Wang Ce's voice was trembling, a suppression born of extreme humiliation. "Leave a way out for others so we can meet again in the future."

"I admit you have some skill."

"But the Golden Trident Fleet is no pushover! My father is a councilman of the Sleepless City, with an armed force of thousands in his hands! If you..."

Here it came again.

The classic 'my dad is' segment.

"Sleepless City?"

Chen Du put down his chopsticks, showing a bit of interest in the term.

He walked to the ship's railing and looked at Wang Ce.

"I have no interest in your father. Even if the King of Heaven himself showed up, he'd have to lie low."

His gaze swept over the supplies on the other ship, and a "kind" smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I see your ship is sitting quite low in the water. You must have plenty of oil and resources..."

"Leave it all for me!"

Boom—!

The moment he finished speaking.

The shadow behind Chen Du surged without warning!

The flat shadow instantly became three-dimensional, transforming into an ink-black giant hand that blotted out the sky, hovering over the poseidon!

The sunlight was swallowed, and the temperature plummeted.

That suffocating pressure felt as if a knife were held against everyone's throat.

"Either hand over the oil, or... stay behind as fertilizer for the flowers."

Chen Du snapped his fingers.

The giant hand behind him tightened slightly!

"Make your choice, Young Master Wang."

The two C-rank bodyguards behind Wang Ce were also stubborn. They instinctively tried to protect their master, and just as the light on their bodies flared up—

"Courting death."

Chen Du snorted coldly.

The Giant Shadow Hand in mid-air rapidly split into two pitch-black Shadow Whips!

Snap! Crack!

No one saw clearly what happened.

The weapons in the two bodyguards' hands had already been twisted into pretzels by the Shadow Whips.

Then, the two were swatted away like flies, smashing heavily into the railing, their fate unknown!

Absolute crushing strength!

This move completely shattered Wang Ce's hopes of getting lucky.

What was the point of saving face? He was about to lose his life!

Thud!

Young Master Wang's knees buckled, nearly cracking the deck as he knelt.

"I'll give it! I'll give it! I'll give it all!"

"The oil is all on the freighter! Aviation kerosene, diesel, we have it all! Take as much as you want, Boss!"

"Don't kill me! I know a lot of intel!"

"I'm on my way to Blackgold Harbor for an auction! I have an invitation!"

"Blackgold Harbor?"

Chen Du raised an eyebrow and waved his hand.

The Shadow Hand transformed into several cold black snakes coiled in the air, ready to strike at any moment.

"Interesting. Tell me about it."

He lit a cigarette.

"If the intel is worth it, I might consider leaving you your underwear."

Feeling like he'd just gotten his life back, Wang Ce tremblingly pulled a gold-plated black card from his chest and held it above his head.

"That is the largest den of vice in the Western District of the Sea of Despair—Blackgold Harbor!"

"A massive trade fair is being held there these few days. Not only are there weapons and slaves, but there are also... also clues about the 'World Countdown'!"

Hearing the words "World Countdown," Chen Du's finger paused slightly.

This was an obscure concept the Heavenly Dao had mentioned before.

It was also the true mystery behind this apocalypse.

It seemed this rich second-generation heir did indeed have some useful information.

"Xia Lai, go stock up."

Chen Du tilted his head, his tone as casual as if he were giving a routine instruction.

"You got it, Captain!"

Xia Lai whistled excitedly.

She directly threw out a mechanical grappling hook and swung over to the freighter opposite.

An authentic "zero-dollar shopping" spree began.

For the next half hour, a bizarre scene unfolded on the sea.

Those murderous pirates had all turned into industrious porters.

Gritting their teeth and fighting back tears, they laboriously carried oil drums.

Barrel after barrel was transported to Ship 0819 via rope pulleys.

With every barrel they moved, their hearts bled.

This wasn't just moving oil; they were moving their very lifeblood!

Meanwhile, on the deck.

Xia Lai sat with her legs crossed, holding a notebook, looking every bit the black-hearted overseer.

"Faster! Haven't you eaten?"

"Hey, hey, hey! You there, handle that box of precision parts with care! That's my treasure. If you break it, you couldn't pay for it even if I sold you!"

"Captain! This haul is huge! A full 1,000 barrels!"

Looking at the supplies filling the lower hold, she grinned so wide her eyes turned into dollar signs.

Wang Ce knelt on the ground, his heart bleeding.

That was the family fortune he'd saved up for half a month! That was the capital he was going to use to show off at Blackgold Harbor!

But seeing Chen Du's half-smiling expression, he could only force a smile. "It's only right... only right. Just think of it as making a friend and showing respect to Big Brother..."

"Friend?"

Chen Du scoffed, taking the gold-plated invitation Xia Lai had brought back.

"You think you're worthy?"

His fingertips rubbed the skull and gold coin pattern on it.

A set of coordinates was written on the back, about two days' voyage from here.

In truth, killing this group wouldn't have been much trouble.

But a place like Blackgold Harbor was a mixed bag.

Entering with a dead man's invitation would easily make him a target for the organizers.

Keeping this spineless coward alive would prove the invitation was a gift.

And who knows, once they got there, this fat sheep might have more oil to squeeze out.

After all, leeks have to be grown a bit before they're harvested.

Thinking of this, Chen Du grinned.

"Get lost."

"Next time we meet, I hope you're still this wealthy."

"Yes, yes, yes! Getting lost now! Getting lost now!"

As if granted a grand pardon, Wang Ce quickly shouted for his men to set sail.

The poseidon's turn was incredibly pathetic as it led the remaining ships, charging in the opposite direction as if fleeing for their lives.

They were terrified this god of plague would change his mind.

Watching the fleet recede, the girls on the deck erupted in cheers.

"Awesome! That was so satisfying!"

Tang Ran pumped her fist, finishing the rest of her half-can of beer in one go. "Did you see that blonde guy's face when he almost pissed himself? So cathartic!"

"Hmph, just a bunch of trash who only know how to bully the weak." Xia Xin's eyes were filled with disdain. "They're lucky they ran fast."

Just then.

The sacrifice notebook, which had been silent in his mind for a long time, suddenly trembled.

The pages flipped on their own.

A line of bloody small print appeared in the corner:

[Detected a gathering point for 'godhead fragments'...]

[Coordinates overlap: Blackgold Harbor. Suggest proceeding!]

Chen Du's pupils constricted slightly.

He had originally just wanted to get some supplies, but now it seemed this trip was mandatory.

This world was much more lively and much more cruel than he had imagined.

New elites and a new order were being built upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"Chen Du, are we going?"

Xia Mo walked to his side.

The murderous aura on her had vanished, and she had returned to her role as the lazy older sister.

"Places like that usually come with immense risks..."

"We're going. Why wouldn't we?"

Chen Du put away the card, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

He wasn't just going; he was going to do something big.

Since he had this entry ticket, it would be a waste not to see the "high society" of this world.

After all, the more prosperous a place, the more concentrated the sin and desire.

That was the best nourishment for a Sacrifice.

"Adjust course, target—Blackgold Harbor!"

Chen Du turned around and waved his hand.

His hem snapped loudly in the sea breeze.

"Girls, bring out your most beautiful clothes."

"This time, we're not just going to be sea hunters; we're going to be... the biggest stars on the stage!"