Chapter 30: The Waves in Front of the Yangtze River Goes Blah Blah Blah (4)

Chapter 30: The Waves in Front of the Yangtze River Goes Blah Blah Blah (4)

The Waves in Front of the Yangtze River Goes Blah Blah Blah (4)

Creaaaak. The cabin door opened.

A blood-soaked figure entered the cabin with a friendly smile.

Qing looked around the cabin and snickered softly.

Oooh. I heard about this. This is that thing where a serial killer collects souvenirs, right? What a supreme motherfucker.

The scene was decorated with silk on the walls and womens accessories such as hair ornaments and clothes fasteners nailed to it.

Or maybe he had a hobby of collecting womens accessories.

Either way, it was neither a healthy nor sane hobby.

Cha Namjeong hurriedly spoke up.

D-Damsel. Please listen to me!

Damsel? Dammmmmsel? Have you still not come to your senses?

In the Central Plains, the term Damsel was used for a woman who was more than a friend but less than a lover.

Young Lady was a much more respectful title than that, very similar to how one would call someone Mister ~~ or Miss ~~.

Acting friendly and using Damsel right from the start was like introducing oneself as a frivolous man who was fond of women.

No, I mean, Young Lady. Please hear me out. Even though we met under unfavorable circumstanc-

Wait a moment.

Qing interrupted Cha Namjeong.

This bodyThinkingWait.

?

Nah, never mind. Ill just ask.

Her eyes, which looked to have gone utterly insane, were now focused on Cha Namjeong.

How do you want to die? Ive tried this and that, but nothing really satisfies me.

Uh, could I possibly not die at all

No.

Qing cut him off decisively.

Wouldnt the owner of these mementos feel too wronged if only you continued to live? And you have the highest number of Practice Points here. Who the hell would leave prime ribs and only eat the side dishes?

Although he didnt quite understand what she was saying, what was certain was that she had no intention of sparing her life.

Cha Namjeong mustered his last bit of courage.

I-If you touch m-me, Father will not sit idly by! My father is a Regional Inspector!

A-Qing cocked her head.

Isnt that obvious? It would be stranger if a father did nothing when his child is killed. So, what about it? Might as well get your dad to move a bit too. Middle-aged health is all about exercise. Kyaaaa, wow, wow, wow. A truly filial son is born.

Youre crazy! Youre an absolutely crazy bitch! Comrade, what are you doing! Quickly! This bitch has

Cha Namjeongs voice trailed off as he urged his guard.

At some point in time, the two of them were the only ones left in the cabin.

Ah, that guy slipped out quietly a while ago. Theres nowhere to run away in a boat anyway. Wonder why he did that. No point.

This son of a bitch

Its okay. Just a different order is all. Whatever.

It was then.

Cha Namjeong fell to his knees and shouted.

Please spare me! I will truly live with a repentant and kind heart from now on!

Ooh..

It was a kowtow, completely revealing the crown of his head.

Qing could not help but admire that all too perfect posture.

But that was that, and this was this.

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As Qing dragged Cha Namjeong by the hair onto the deck, she encountered men standing restlessly, who couldnt bear to even make eye contact.

They were all bastards with double-digit counts of Evil Karma.

Qing threw Cha Namjeong at them.

Cha Namjeong, flying into the air aggressively, landed at the mens feet, twitching.

Because, with the bones in his arms and legs shattered, twitching was the only action he could possibly do.

While leaning against the railing with a liquor bottle and cup in hand, Qing casually threw out a word.

Cut it.

It was an unexpected command, completely out of the blue.

The men exchanged glances hurriedly, before the most undersized among them spoke up.

By cut, you mean

What else is there to cut from a male piece of shit? Its the penis. The cock. Id rather not do it myself, you know? And you guys dont have a hobby of watching another mans thing, right?

At that, Cha Namjeong, who was merely twitching, suddenly convulsed again.

AHUH! AEUEUHEUH!

Defeating those fucking beggars and claiming the rights of a victor made me feel like I owned the whole world.

If I think about it that way, whats the big deal about a little spoiled food?

One must not lose their original resolution, yeah?

After all, its not like I have a Constitution where I get sick from eating things like that.

Speaking of which, Half Moon Inn, you motherfuckers.

I swore Id burn them down once I became a Master.

The day I return to Jianping is the day Half Moon Inn will finally meet its destined destruction.

Fucking hell, it pisses me off even after all this time.

I was just trying to live, you know?

But those motherfuckers took away my food to feed their fucking pigs. They deserve to die.

Its the death penalty for them.

Stranded Day 5.

It seems weve entered the sea.

Its all water in every direction and thick fog makes it impossible to see anything.

They keep saying its a lake, not the sea.

But these are the same pieces of shits who capped before, saying theres no need to worry because thousands of boats pass by every day. Right?

How can I possibly believe them?

Anyway, I bent a knife to make a hook and tried fishing since maggots started appearing in the banquet food.

It catches fish really well.

When I made several fishing hook and gave them to the fucking cappers, they seemed were beside themselves in joy.

To think they would be so happy about parasite-filled freshwater sashimi, when the banquet food was only a bit spoiled.

I really cant understand them.

Stranded Day 6.

Today is

-A boat! Theres a boat!

-Over here! Save us!

Qings finger stopped at the sound of the distant commotion.

She had been writing a diary for fun since there was ink and brushes available in the cabin.

When she went out to the deck, she saw the men in a frenzy.

Just moments ago, they looked like they could hardly breathe another breath, but now they seemed revitalized.

And there it was; a massive vessel appeared, cutting through the dense sea fog.

Qing was startled.

Is that a ship or an aircraft carrier?

No, wait, did ancient China even have such technology in the first place?

A huge ship of unimaginable size revealed its majesty.

At the same time, a resounding voice was heard.

It was a voice infused with the Inner Qi of a Master.

How dare you defy the Fort of Yangtze River Waterways Order of Prohibition! The audacity! You must be out of your mind!

The Fort of Yangtze River Waterway was a group that managed the Yangtze River.

In other words, they were also referred to as water bandits.

The Waterway Fort claimed they were the owners of the Yangtze River.

The Order of Prohibition was a prime example of this.

It meant that no boat could pass through the Yangtze River without permission, a bold statement that only the true owner could make.

Of course, official ships of the authorities were an exception.

If an official ship was touched, a fleet armed with the latest cannons would descend, utterly destroying the Waterway Fort or whatever it was.

For that same reason, the Order of Prohibition usually lasted only about two days.

If they caused trouble beyond that, they would taste the wrath of the governments latest cannons.

But it was only said to last two days; considering that no boats sailed immediately after such a proclamation, the disappearance of boats on the Yangtze River could extend much longer than that timeframe.

This was why Qing was stranded and had no choice but to drift.

You bastards! Stop the boat and kneel at once!

However, the drifting continued even now.

After all, there was no one who could steer the boat.

Stop, I said stop! What in the world are you thinking of doing! Damn it! Everyone brace for impact!

The voice of the Master turned urgent.

Qing thought to herself while watching the rapidly approaching massive vessel of the Fort of Yangtze River Waterway.

Ah, I know what this is. Its a ramming tactic, huh.

/genesisforsaken