In a lavishly decorated room filled with various exquisite art pieces, a deeply disturbing scene was unfolding.
Two twin girls were tied up on a bed, while a fat man was relentlessly whipping them, ignoring their sobbing cries.
Sensing that there were no other presences in the room, Wood stopped hiding and slowly approached the fat man from behind.
The fat man, who was previously engrossed in his violent acts, heard footsteps behind him and assumed it was one of his guards. Without even turning around, he angrily shouted, "I've already told you, there's no need for guards in here!
This is the Holy Land of Mary Geoise, and I am a World Noble, a Celestial Dragon named Charliss Saint. What can those filthy Fish-Men do to me?
If you come in here and ruin my fun again, I'll make sure you're one of the slaves in the cage by tomorrow!"
Charliss Saint, the Celestial Dragon, was about to mount another one of the girls after seeing that the other had stopped breathing, when he noticed that the person behind him hadn't left.
Turning around in anger to order the intruder to leave, the words caught in his throat and he couldn't speak.
It wasn't that Charliss Saint didn't want to speak; he simply couldn't. His throat was being tightly squeezed by a hand as strong as an iron vise, lifting him easily off the ground.
Only now could Charliss Saint clearly see that the person behind him wasn't a lackey from the CP organization, but an ugly Fish-Man reeking of fish.
"You seem to think that with your status as a World Noble, a Fish-Man wouldn't dare harm you.
So, how do you feel now? Surprised? Shocked?"
The Fish-Man who appeared was none other than Wood himself.
To be honest, Wood's disguise wasn't particularly good, but it was night, and Charliss Saint, who was evidently quite engrossed in his perverse games, hadn't bothered to light up the room much. Naturally, he mistook Wood for one of the rebelling Fish-Men.
This Charliss Saint was clearly someone who didn't know the value of life.
Even though Mary Geoise was in chaos, as a privileged Celestial Dragon, he was entitled to protection.
However, he believed that even if the slaves revolted, they wouldn't dare touch him, a World Noble, so he had dismissed the CP guards and continued with his depraved games.
"Do you know where the residence of Charlmos Saint is, another Celestial Dragon in Mary Geoise?" Wood asked as he glanced at the dying girl on the bed and tossed Charliss Saint aside in disgust.
As soon as Charliss Saint had caught his breath, he didn't think to answer Wood's question. Instead, filled with rage, he started shouting at Wood.
"You bastard! Do you know who I am? How dare you lay a hand on me? I'll have the Marines slaughter all of you Fish-Men on Fish-Man Island..."
Before he could finish, his short, fat body flew horizontally through the air and slammed into the ornate gold bedpost.
When he got up, half of his face was swollen, and several bloody teeth had fallen out.
"I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. Either tell me where Charlmos Saint lives, or I'll kill you and ask someone else.
You still think you can threaten me with your World Noble status in a situation like this? I knew Celestial Dragons were stupid, but I didn't know they were this stupid."
Charliss Saint's threats were foolish, but that's how most Celestial Dragons are.
Living in the lap of luxury, they considered themselves superior to everyone else, even too proud to breathe the same air as ordinary people.
Arrogance and madness were their trademarks, and their "World Noble" status as a get-out-of-jail-free card made them believe that no one would dare harm them.
Seeing that Charliss Saint still intended to shout after being kicked, Wood lost his patience. He grabbed a nearby bedsheet and stuffed it into Charliss Saint's mouth, then took out his long knife and swiftly cut off one of Charliss Saint's fingers.
The Celestial Dragon couldn't scream due to the gag, but the intense pain caused his eyes to bulge and sent him writhing on the floor in agony.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can't be done already after just one finger?
The game has only just begun. Think about what you did to those slaves. This is nothing compared to that."
Holding the writhing Charliss Saint down, Wood cut off another finger, muttering to himself, "You must be pretty close with this Charlmos Saint.
I wonder how many fingers it will take before you start talking. There's plenty of time, and if I run out of fingers, there are always toes."
Hearing Wood's words and feeling the unbearable pain, Charliss Saint realized that the Fish-Man in front of him was a true demon.
Is Charliss Saint a tough guy? Or was he really that close to Charlmos Saint?
Neither. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk; it was that his mouth was stuffed with the bedsheet. And every time he tried to remove the gag to speak, Wood would hold him down, thinking he was resisting, and cut off another finger.
After several rounds of this, Charliss Saint's hands were a bloody mess, and his consciousness began to fade from the excruciating pain.
Just when Charliss Saint was about to lose consciousness, the demon in front of him suddenly put on an apologetic face and said, "Oops, sorry, I forgot to remove the gag to avoid unnecessary trouble and interference with our game.
Now, can you tell me which area Charlmos Saint lives in?"
Seeing Wood's apologetic expression, Charliss Saint realized that this Fish-Man had been toying with him all along.
But the pain of having his fingers cut off had crushed any pride he had.
The Fish-Man in front of him was a complete maniac, and if he pushed him too far, Charliss Saint might really lose all his fingers.
It wasn't like he was really close to Charlmos Saint anyway. Even if they had been best friends, Charliss Saint wasn't about to sacrifice his fingers for him.
Better to yield for now, Charliss Saint thought, and he could always seek revenge later. With his status as a Celestial Dragon, how hard could it be to find a mere Fish-Man?