33 Chapter 33

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Chapter 33: The Way He Looks at Me Is Wrong

"Remember to deliver the food on time and don't starve my beloved wife," Shields Saint commanded the CP1 members after walking out of the cabin that housed the cage.

"Yes, Sir Shields Saint," the CP1 members nodded respectfully.

"By the way, there is one more thing…" Shields Saint paused and then turned his head again. "The Marine's top commander in the North Blue, yes, that guy named Darren…"

CP1 members were taken aback by his words, recalling the gift from the North Blue admiral. They bowed and said, "Does your lordship wish to promote him? Darren, the highest officer of the North Blue Marine, holds the rank of Naval Headquarters colonel. According to reliable information, he has been included in the key training sequence of Naval Headquarters and has earned qualifications for the Marineford officer training camp…"

"This guy is very capable, with good skills and vision. Under his governance, North Blue's order and economy have significantly improved, and he is indeed worthy of promotion."

"Promoted?" Shields Saint suddenly laughed as if he had heard a ridiculous joke. He sneered, "No, I mean, go back and find a chance to remove him from the Marine and kill him."

The leader of CP1 was momentarily stunned, struggling to understand the thought process of a Celestial Dragon. "Did that guy offend your lordship?" Although Celestial Dragons wield great power and can easily decide a person's fate, Darren was no ordinary individual. Those who secure a place in the Marineford officer training camp are ones that the Naval Headquarters prioritizes. Even with the influence of the world government, intervening in the affairs of a key training officer from Naval Headquarters or an officer with real power over the entire North Blue Marine was not easy without a seemingly justifiable reason.

"Annoyed? No, it's not that…" Shields Saint laughed wickedly. CP1 knelt down on one knee in fear, "The specific reason is…"

Shields Saint glanced at him and suddenly stepped on the leader's head, causing him to bleed. "Do I need a reason to make a decision?" "No, no need!" The leader of CP1 trembled, his face pale, not daring to wipe the blood from his face.

"If I had to give a reason…" Shields Saint narrowed his eyes and looked furious, "He doesn't look at me right." "…I hate the way he looks at me, is that enough?"

With that, he walked into his own private cabin, which was different from the one where the slaves were kept. Shields Saint's private cabin was spacious, brightly lit, and luxuriously decorated. A soft rug covered the dry floor, and oil lamps cast a warm glow.

Shields Saint glanced at the gift from the so-called North Blue admiral. The big boxes filled with gold and silver treasures made the entire cabin shine with a colorful luster, almost turning it into a room of gold and jade.

A satisfied smile crossed the Celestial Dragon's face. He removed his mink coat, tossing it onto the ground, passed through the mountains of treasure, and approached a hidden door at the end of the cabin. After unlocking it, the door slowly swung open. "Come out, my darling."

Shield Saint licked the corner of his mouth, his desire overtaking him. His narrow eyes glowed with a violent and excited red light. A woman soon knelt on the ground and began to crawl out from behind a secret door. She was beautiful, but shackles bound her hands and feet. Her expression was numb and blank. Her pupils were dull, and bright red lipstick adorned her lips, from which saliva constantly dripped.

Like a docile puppy, she crawled on all fours. Soulless, she made her way to the feet of the Celestial Dragons and gently rubbed her face against their calves. Shields Saint's face twisted with madness, and he let out a morbid laugh. He carelessly pressed the button on a gramophone, and soon, the smooth sound of saxophone music filled the room. The Celestial Dragons picked up a thorny whip...

On the deck of the official ship, one of the CP1 members noticed the blood on their leader's face and asked with concern, "Boss, are you okay?"

"It's fine. Being spurred by Lord Celestial Dragons is an honor," the CP1 leader said with pride. He wiped the blood off his face, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offered one to his subordinates, and then lit one for himself. The CP1 members leaned against the railing, exhaling plumes of thick smoke and looking content. They relished the feeling of the tobacco smoke mingling with the moist scent of falling snow in their lungs.

Standing on the luxurious official ship and gazing at the vast sea, they felt as though they owned the world. On each island they visited, the commoners would bow to them in fear, giving them a sense of noble birth. It was a day to be enjoyed only by those who served "God," like them.

In the background, the sound of Shields Saint's saxophone, mixed with his ferocious laughter, the crack of his whip, and the women's pained screams, could be heard. Recognizing the familiar tune, all the CP1 members showed a hint of envy in their eyes.

"Lord Shields Saint is at it again..."

"I just wonder if he will be generous enough to share his playthings with us after this time?"

The men exchanged knowing smiles, recalling past memories.

The CP1 leader looked at his subordinates, about to say something, but stopped as he noticed their horrified stares directed behind him. Feeling a chill down his spine, he slowly turned around, and his eyes gradually widened in shock.

There, in front of the opulent official ship, stood a man on a metal skateboard, hovering in the air with a wide white cloak fluttering behind him in the sea breeze. Amid the snowfall, he made a silencing gesture with his finger, a murderous smile on his face.

"Hush..."