The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 443: 443: The Madness of Abusing Dregs is So Cool and Dazzling That It's Explosively Trendy (First Update)

Chapter 443: 443: The Madness of Abusing Dregs is So Cool and Dazzling That It’s Explosively Trendy (First Update)

Jiang Fuxi boarded the ship at Redwood Wind Port, and the ship had not traveled a kilometer when it encountered a huge storm.

In the sound of the storm, she heard gunshots.

Then, a group of men kicked open the door to the cruise ship’s dining hall, guns in hand, and stormed in: “Put your hands on your head, everyone get down!”

There were about a dozen men, of various skin colors, their faces painted and wearing tricorn hats.

They were pirates.

The Gui Family became panic-stricken: “Fuxi—”

Jiang Fuxi put her finger to her lips: “Shh!”

She wrapped her scarf around her face, crouched down, and held her head; the Gui Family did the same.

The dining hall was filled with passengers, none daring to resist, each as silent as a cicada in winter, shrinking into corners and trembling.

Redwood Wind was surrounded by sea on three sides and was an important maritime hub for Pullman; the area was chaotic, located at the borders of several countries with inadequate jurisdiction, where piracy was rampant.

The leader of this group was a native black man named Harris, with only four fingers on his right hand and a gun in his left: “Take out anything valuable you have on you.”

After the passengers placed their cash and jewelry on the deck, he instructed his brothers: “Search each of them, one by one.”

There were children on the ship, crying loudly; the pirates, impatient, cursed in English, and the child’s mother immediately covered his mouth.

Some beautiful female passengers were dragged off to rooms.

When they got to Jiang Fuxi, one man tore off the scarf covering her face and his gaze settled on her for a moment: “Look, there’s a little Eastern beauty here.”

The man, Carr, had a knife scar behind his ear, around forty years old, and was burly; he had a full beard, his rough hand grasping Jiang Fuxi’s chin, his eyes roving over her.

Close by, Jiang Fuxi smelled the heavy body odor of the man; she pushed his hand away forcefully, speaking fluent English: “Get your dirty hands off me.”

The skin beneath his fingertips was smooth and pale.

Carr rubbed his fingers together, brought them to his nose, and sniffed: “Such an unamusing beauty.” He raised his hand, and slapped her across the face.

Jiang Fuxi’s lower back hit the table, her face turning to one side, and instantly reddened.

“Fuxi!”

The Gui Family immediately stepped in front of her, yelling angrily: “What are you doing?”

Carr, who did not understand Chinese, flung the Gui Family to the side: “Get out of the way, you old hag.”

The Gui Family hit her head on the corner of the table and passed out.

Harris, who had just returned from searching the cabins, heard the commotion in the dining hall and called out from outside: “Carr! Hurry up and don’t cause trouble.”

Carr replied, “Leader, there’s a pretty girl here.”

“Bring her over for me to see.”

Carr pulled his “prey” out: “Leader, look at this fair and delicate Eastern woman.”

The lustful Harris was instantly ensnared by Jiang Fuxi; he swallowed, rubbed his hands together, and pulled her into an embrace: “Such a thin waist.” He laughed heartily while pinching her waist with leather-gloved hands, “She’s mine now.”

Carr, somewhat unwilling, but not daring to resist, cursed inwardly but said aloud: “Leader, let us have a taste after you’re done.”

Harris, eyes ablaze with urgency, said: “I’ll consider it once I’m bored with her.”

He then dragged Jiang Fuxi off towards a room.

“Don’t you want money?”

She spoke in an extremely pure English accent, like that of Western nobility.

Harris paused for a moment.

She shook off his hand and pulled out a black card from her handbag: “This card has a daily withdrawal limit of a million US dollars, with no password required for the first five times.”

Harris recognized that black card, of which only fifty were issued globally.

This woman, composed in the face of danger, was no simple character.

“Of course, I want the money.” Harris snatched the card, pulled her into his embrace, and pressed his thick lips against her pale neck, “But I want you, too!”

Underneath her coat, she was wearing a moon-white colored cheongsam, her figure graceful.

Even in such a situation, her face showed no sign of panic; she pushed away the man’s hand and straightened her coat: “Do you dare to take someone who can get a card like this?”

She looked at Harris, her eyes filled with contempt, exuding superiority.

Harris was taken aback by her bluff and hesitated for a moment.

Just then, the ship suddenly lurched, and after a huge wave, there were screams.

Harris immediately pulled out the gun at his waist: “What’s going on?”

The sound came from towards the restrooms.

Harris had barely walked over when he heard a man’s commanding voice: “Whose territory do you belong to?”

There were a few groups of pirates who frequented the waters of Redwood Wind.

The pirates who had been kicked to the ground scrambled up, immediately calling for help to the approaching Harris: “Leader!”

“Are you their boss?”

A pair of sharp eagle eyes swept over, and Harris felt a tremor through his body, panicked in an instant: “Master Zhi, Master Zhi.”

He spoke in broken Chinese.

Nobody mixed in the Pullman underworld without recognizing Su Dingzhi, regardless of which country or skin color, everyone in Pullman would respectfully call him “Master Zhi.”

Su Dingzhi emerged from the restroom, his subordinate immediately handed him a handkerchief, and he wiped his hands: “I’ve seen you before; you’re from Ah Xiao’s group, aren’t you?”

Harris, sweaty, bobbed his head in servility and moved forward to apologize: “Master Zhi, I didn’t know you were on this ship; forgive the offense, please.”

Su Dingzhi, wearing a neat Zhongshan suit with slightly graying temples, exuded a calm yet commanding presence. He reached out his hand, and a subordinate in a black suit promptly handed him a gun.

The pirate who had been kicked to the ground sweated profusely, begging for mercy: “Master Zhi, please spare my life, Master Zhi—”

“Bang!”

Blood splattered all over the walls.

Su Dingzhi tossed the gun back to his subordinate: “Clean up the place before we leave.”

Harris immediately breathed a sigh of relief: “Yes, Master Zhi.”

Just then, suddenly there were gunshots, three in quick succession.

Su Dingzhi’s face darkened: “Where did those gunshots come from?”

After silence for a moment, a voice came from outside, hmm, it was being shouted through a megaphone: “Su Dingzhi, come out, and you won’t be harmed.”

That tone, it was his damn kid who had arrived.