Celestial Dragons?
Ron furrowed his brow and glanced out the window.
A poRon furrowed his brow and glanced out the window.
A portly man adorned with resin bubbles sat atop a scrawny pirate acting as his mount. He was accompanied by several knights and two black-clad bodyguards.
What caught attention were several women trailing behind them, their necks bound by chains, dragged along as they struggled to move at the pace set by the Celestial Dragons.
The Celestial Dragons—a symbol of contempt for many, yet an aspiration for all.
Witnessing the extravagance of their lives, anyone would be drawn to its allure.
Presently, when faced with a reminder from a bodyguard, Saint Charles responded with a sneer, "Asshole! I'm a Celestial Dragon. Do I need you to instruct me on anything?"
With these words, he tugged gently on the chain, causing the pirate beneath him to laboriously crawl forward, struggling under his weight. The women behind him stumbled along, constrained by the chains.
As the bodyguard pushed open the tavern door, the group sauntered in.
"The wine here is exquisite!" Saint Charles inhaled the aroma of wine with the enthusiasm of a child, despite his hefty stature, bouncing on his mount.
Perhaps his movements were too abrupt. The already injured pirate mount collapsed under the weight, sending the fat body of St. Charlos crashing down on it.
A distinct crack echoed—a spine had snapped!
"You useless trash, can't even serve as a mount!" Saint Charles grumbled in pain from being thrown, cursing furiously. "Get him out and dispose of him. I won't have this place soiled. It ruins my mood for drinking."
The bodyguard forcefully pulled the barely conscious pirate out of the tavern, extracted the pistol from his own waist, aimed it at the pirate's head, and squeezed the trigger. Flames burst from the gun's muzzle, and the bullets whirled through the air before penetrating the pirate's skull with a muted "bang." The head exploded, scattering blood and white brains.
"If I require another servant, I'd best seek one from my father," Saint Charles murmured with a sigh. He then glared at Ron at the bar, expressing his frustration, "Why don't you bow in reverence when you encounter the esteemed Celestial Dragons?"
"The impure, untouchable dares to meet my gaze directly. It's disrespectful—utterly disrespectful!" Saint Charles declared, drawing a golden pistol from his waist and aiming it at Ron.
Tohru, Rem, Ram, and others present felt a surge of murderous intent at this sight. Just as they were about to intervene, Ron glanced their way and spoke with a smile, "Your presence is truly captivating. I was momentarily captivated."
Saint Charles found Ron's words surprising, causing him to burst into laughter. "Haha... Yes, I quite fancy you, you pariah!" he exclaimed, shaking his nose like an oversized infant.
Moving to the bar, Saint Charles took a seat and proposed, "Let's make a deal. If your wine pleases me, you may escape death."
"Agreed," Ron replied with a nod.
Shortly after, Ram presented a bottle of wine to Saint Charles , her eyes reflecting disdain as she remarked, "Savor it slowly."
Saint Charles , upon seeing Ram's exquisite features resembling an elf, was momentarily taken aback. His gaze shifted to Rem and Tohru, whose appearances mirrored that of the girl before him.
It's a regrettable circumstance.
St. Charles harbored a distaste for such individuals—preferring those with a fuller, mature physique. Especially if they happened to be someone else's spouse! However, these three alluring women seemed promising as servants, regardless of the wine's outcome.
Regardless of the wine's quality, if the Holy City of Charros expressed displeasure, St. Charles planned to eliminate Ron and claim the three women as his own. Reflecting on this plan, he couldn't help but admire his cunning.
Once the bodyguard confirmed the wine's safety, he filled a glass for Saint Charles
"This is Maotai wine. I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Ron explained with a smile.
Saint Charles nodded, inhaled the wine's rich aroma, and eagerly took a sip.
Gulp...
The wine's long, mellow flavor instantly captivated St. Charles, especially the subtle soy sauce undertones he had never experienced before. Impressed, he praised, "Excellent wine!"
With a smile, Ron inquired, "So, I'm spared, right?"
Suddenly realizing his mistake, St. Charles' plump cheeks turned an unflattering shade:
"No, you're still condemned to death!"
"All the women in this tavern are mine!"
With those words, the bodyguards and guards brandished their weapons, aiming at Ron.
At that moment, a languid, mature voice interjected, "Ron~"
"I'm famished. Did you prepare breakfast?"
It was Lucoa, who had rested since her confrontation with Ron the night before yesterday. Saint Charles heart skipped a beat at the lazy, tempting voice. Turning to look, he was captivated by Lucoa's alluring figure, laid-back demeanor, and eyes radiating a fatal allure. Even a Celestial Dragons lover with a plethora of admirers couldn't escape the accelerated heartbeat and soaring blood pressure induced by Lucoa's presence.
"I... I must have her. I'll marry her today!"
"No other woman, whether tortured to death or the one I'm marrying now, can compare to her!"
Saint Charles eyes turned red, and he breathed heavily as he approached Lucoa step by step.
"Hmm~"
Lucoa tilted her head, then glanced at Ron with a smile.
"I've seen some pretty nasty stuff in his memory."
"Ron~ Should I handle this, or do you want to?"
"You just woke up; I'll take care of it."
Ron smiled, slowly raised his right hand, and a dark energy instantly entered Saint Charles body.
Suddenly, the pupils of the bodyguards and guards shrank, and they all pulled their triggers.
But their actions seemed futile.
It was as if time had frozen. The fired bullets dropped to the ground one by one. The bodyguards and guards lost their vital signs and were expelled from the tavern.
All of this unfolded in an instant.
No one reacted except Lucoa.
Saint Charles , realizing later, stopped and turned around to find all his people gone. Only two women remained, bound by iron chains and shivering.
"What... what did you do?" Fear crept into Saint Charles voice, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
"Nothing much, just took care of a few people."
Ron smiled gently, his innocent face belying the harm he had caused.
But before the gravity of his words could sink in, Saint Charles arm fell to the ground without warning, transforming into a puddle of black water.
Subsequently, his shoulders, abdomen, legs, and various organs followed suit.
In the end, only a head devoid of facial features remained.
The gums without teeth and tongue moved up and down, as if expressing pain.
Just when Tohru and the others thought it was over, the next second brought a horrifying scene.
The black water on the ground seemed to reverse time, reshaping into limbs to reconstruct Charles Saint's body once again.rtly man adorned with resin bubbles sat atop a scrawny pirate acting as his mount. He was accompanied by several knights and two black-clad bodyguards.
What caught attention were several women trailing behind them, their necks bound by chains, dragged along as they struggled to move at the pace set by the Celestial Dragons.
The Celestial Dragons—a symbol of contempt for many, yet an aspiration for all.
Witnessing the extravagance of their lives, anyone would be drawn to its allure.
Presently, when faced with a reminder from a bodyguard, Saint Charles responded with a sneer, "Asshole! I'm a Celestial Dragon. Do I need you to instruct me on anything?"
With these words, he tugged gently on the chain, causing the pirate beneath him to laboriously crawl forward, struggling under his weight. The women behind him stumbled along, constrained by the chains.
As the bodyguard pushed open the tavern door, the group sauntered in.
"The wine here is exquisite!" Saint Charlos inhaled the aroma of wine with the enthusiasm of a child, despite his hefty stature, bouncing on his mount.
Perhaps his movements were too abrupt. The already injured pirate mount collapsed under the weight, sending the fat body of St. Charlos crashing down on it.
A distinct crack echoed—a spine had snapped!
"You useless trash, can't even serve as a mount!" Saint Charlos grumbled in pain from being thrown, cursing furiously. "Get him out and dispose of him. I won't have this place soiled. It ruins my mood for drinking."
The bodyguard forcefully pulled the barely conscious pirate out of the tavern, extracted the pistol from his own waist, aimed it at the pirate's head, and squeezed the trigger. Flames burst from the gun's muzzle, and the bullets whirled through the air before penetrating the pirate's skull with a muted "bang." The head exploded, scattering blood and white brains.
"If I require another servant, I'd best seek one from my father," Saint Charles murmured with a sigh. He then glared at Ron at the bar, expressing his frustration, "Why don't you bow in reverence when you encounter the esteemed Celestial Dragons?"
"The impure, untouchable dares to meet my gaze directly. It's disrespectful—utterly disrespectful!" Saint Charles declared, drawing a golden pistol from his waist and aiming it at Ron.
Thor, Rem, Ram, and others present felt a surge of murderous intent at this sight. Just as they were about to intervene, Ron glanced their way and spoke with a smile, "Your presence is truly captivating. I was momentarily captivated."
Saint Charles found Ron's words surprising, causing him to burst into laughter. "Haha... Yes, I quite fancy you, you pariah!" he exclaimed, shaking his nose like an oversized infant.
Moving to the bar, Saint Charles took a seat and proposed, "Let's make a deal. If your wine pleases me, you may escape death."
"Agreed," Ron replied with a nod.
Shortly after, Ram presented a bottle of wine to Saint Charles, her eyes reflecting disdain as she remarked, "Savor it slowly."
Saint Charles, upon seeing Ram's exquisite features resembling an elf, was momentarily taken aback. His gaze shifted to Rem and Thor, whose appearances mirrored that of the girl before him.
It's a regrettable circumstance.
St. Charles harbored a distaste for such individuals—preferring those with a fuller, mature physique. Especially if they happened to be someone else's spouse! However, these three alluring women seemed promising as servants, regardless of the wine's outcome.
Regardless of the wine's quality, if the Holy City of Charros expressed displeasure, St. Charles planned to eliminate Ron and claim the three women as his own. Reflecting on this plan, he couldn't help but admire his cunning.
Once the bodyguard confirmed the wine's safety, he filled a glass for Charles Luo Sheng.
"This is Maotai wine. I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Ron explained with a smile.
Charles nodded, inhaled the wine's rich aroma, and eagerly took a sip.
Gulp...
The wine's long, mellow flavor instantly captivated St. Charles, especially the subtle soy sauce undertones he had never experienced before. Impressed, he praised, "Excellent wine!"
With a smile, Ron inquired, "So, I'm spared, right?"
Suddenly realizing his mistake, St. Charles' plump cheeks turned an unflattering shade:
"No, you're still condemned to death!"
"All the women in this tavern are mine!"
With those words, the bodyguards and guards brandished their weapons, aiming at Ron.
At that moment, a languid, mature voice interjected, "Ron~"
"I'm famished. Did you prepare breakfast?"
It was Lucoa, who had rested since her confrontation with Ron the night before yesterday. Charles Luo Sheng's heart skipped a beat at the lazy, tempting voice. Turning to look, he was captivated by Lucoa's alluring figure, laid-back demeanor, and eyes radiating a fatal allure. Even a Celestial Dragons lover with a plethora of admirers couldn't escape the accelerated heartbeat and soaring blood pressure induced by Lucoa's presence.
"I... I must have her. I'll marry her today!"
"No other woman, whether tortured to death or the one I'm marrying now, can compare to her!"
Charles Luo Sheng's eyes turned red, and he breathed heavily as he approached Lucoa step by step.
"Hmm~"
Lucoa tilted her head, then glanced at Ron with a smile.
"I've seen some pretty nasty stuff in his memory."
"Ron~ Should I handle this, or do you want to?"
"You just woke up; I'll take care of it."
Ron smiled, slowly raised his right hand, and a dark energy instantly entered Charles Luo Sheng's body.
Suddenly, the pupils of the bodyguards and guards shrank, and they all pulled their triggers.
But their actions seemed futile.
It was as if time had frozen. The fired bullets dropped to the ground one by one. The bodyguards and guards lost their vital signs and were expelled from the tavern.
All of this unfolded in an instant.
No one reacted except Lucoa.
Charles Luo Sheng, realizing later, stopped and turned around to find all his people gone. Only two women remained, bound by iron chains and shivering.
"What... what did you do?" Fear crept into Charles Luo Sheng's voice, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.
"Nothing much, just took care of a few people."
Ron smiled gently, his innocent face belying the harm he had caused.
But before the gravity of his words could sink in, Charles Luo Sheng's arm fell to the ground without warning, transforming into a puddle of black water.
Subsequently, his shoulders, abdomen, legs, and various organs followed suit.
In the end, only a head devoid of facial features remained.
The gums without teeth and tongue moved up and down, as if expressing pain.
Just when Thor and the others thought it was over, the next second brought a horrifying scene.
The black water on the ground seemed to reverse time, reshaping into limbs to reconstruct Charles Saint's body once again.