Navigator: I have a double six-story house

A deep, dark power surged into Su Qing's body, coursing through her entire being and rampaging through her.

Su Qing felt that this feeling was... strange?

Although it was a bit unpleasant, it was still too ordinary compared to the endless hunger brought about by the gluttony talent.

A few seconds later, that power subsided within his body.

[Talent successfully acquired!]

[Talent Name: Netherworld Rift]

[Effect: Can summon up to three shadow clones during battle, each clone inheriting 60% of the original's base attributes]

[Note: When the clone is killed, a small-area ghostly explosion will occur.]

Su Qing was very satisfied with her new talent.

His original talent, [Gluttony (Crippling)], was developmental, allowing him to level up quickly.

This new talent directly boosts combat power, which is great.

Su Qing nodded in satisfaction, thanking Brother Han for his strong support.

Han Ce, however, was not so satisfied.

His angry fist slammed weakly into the ground.

He lay there, panting heavily, like a stray dog ​​that hadn't found a piece of trash in a long time.

The weakness he felt from having his talent stripped away weighed him down.

Han Ce raised his head, his eyes red-rimmed, filled with anger, despair, and resentment.

But the look wasn't directed at Su Qing; it was directed at Luther.

"You... fucking..."

His voice trembled as he tried to stand up, supporting himself with his arms, but his body wouldn't obey him and he couldn't get up at all.

"Luther!"

He finally called out the name, his voice weak and shrill.

"It's you!"

"You're the one who sent me!"

Han Ce shakily extended a finger and pointed at Luther, who was standing to the side with a grim expression.

"You said a sucker has come along, let's set a trap and rip him off."

"You promised me you'd invest more after it's done!"

"You lied to me!"

Luther's face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He knew that he had to do something in this situation.

He didn't let Han Ce finish speaking.

With a swift movement, he vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he had already grabbed Han Ce by the neck and lifted him up.

His right hand gripped Han Ce's neck tightly, and the latter struggled desperately, trying to speak, but could only utter meaningless hoarse sounds.

Luther looked up, his face devoid of its usual gentle smile; behind the reflective lenses of his glasses was an icy gaze.

"Nonsense!"

His voice was deafening, and everyone present could hear it clearly.

Han Ce's eyes rolled back as he was being choked, his hands futilely gripping Luther's wrists.

After losing his talent, the intense weakness left him with no room to struggle.

click!

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.

Han Ce's neck went limp, and he stopped struggling.

A talented captain, who even had the potential to become a legend, died at a gambling table in a bar.

It all stemmed from his own greed.

Luther casually tossed Han Ce's body to the ground and then glanced around.

As far as the eye could see, the crew members watching lowered their heads one after another.

The crowd that had been excitedly watching the spectacle just moments before now all hung their heads, looking like quails.

Luther forced himself to calm down, took out a white handkerchief and wiped his slightly trembling hands.

"They're unwilling to admit defeat and even dare to try to cling to the Fengxi Chamber of Commerce."

"As everyone here has seen today, it was Captain Han who, after losing, became enraged and started spouting nonsense."

"His actions have nothing to do with the Wind Breeze Merchant Guild."

After saying that, he casually threw away the clean white handkerchief.

The handkerchief fell, just covering Han Ce's unseeing eyes in death.

Those present looked at the handkerchief, and no one objected.

No one even dared to look at Luther.

Luther's gaze fell on Su Qing.

Between the two men was a gambling table and a corpse lying on the ground.

Su Qing did not bow her head when facing Luther's gaze.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands resting naturally on the armrests, his face expressionless.

This is the real him.

Not that dramatic, loud-mouthed hothead.

Their eyes met, and neither of them backed down.

The entire bar was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; you could even hear the ice melting and sinking to the bottom.

Their eye contact ended with Luther turning away.

"roll!"

Luther uttered a single word.

Of course, he wasn't saying it to Su Qing, but to the other onlookers.

The onlookers felt as if they had been granted a pardon and turned to run away. It was like gods fighting; not running meant certain death.

Among the fleeing crowd were Han Ce's former crew members, including Luo Wei, who finally realized she had been tricked.

In just a few seconds, the noisy bar was emptied, leaving only a few people.

Su Qing, Wang Yao, Selena, Luther.

And the bartender hiding behind the bar.

Luther looked at Su Qing, his gentle smile returning, as if nothing had happened.

"Captain Su, you're in luck today."

Su Qing did not respond.

He was thinking about how to kill the guy who had set him up.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he gave up for the time being.

Because Luther's strength far surpasses his own.

A butler capable of suppressing Midway Island is not someone he can handle at this stage.

The move that instantly killed Han Ce just now seemed to be to stop Han Ce from saying too much, but at the same time, it was also a way of making a warning to Han Ce.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat tense.

At that moment, Selena stepped forward, holding a glass.

"Deacon Luther"

Her voice was as sweet as ever, but her tone was chillingly cold.

"The Chamber of Commerce is very disappointed in you."

Luther finally broke down, and his body began to tremble.

Selena casually placed the glass on the table where Su Qing had won her new talent.

"Your actions at Midway have caused Windbreak Merchant Guild to lose an excellent partner with whom it had already invested."

He turned to look at his captain and smiled.

"At the same time, your actions could very well affect the Chamber of Commerce's cooperative relationship with another, better captain."

Luther's face turned completely pale.

"Miss Selena, I..."

"I have already reported this matter to the chairman."

Selena interrupted him directly; she was only informing Luther, not discussing it with him.

"Deacon Luther, you'd better watch yourself."

After saying that, she turned around and, mimicking Luo Wei, beckoned to Su Qing with her finger.

Su Qing stood up, shook her head, and put all the equipment and props she had received into her storage space.

As he left, he glanced back at Luther but said nothing.

His eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.

Then he left, and Wang Yao carried Han Ce's body and followed closely behind.

As Wang Yao passed the bar, he paused and patted the bar with his hand.

"Boss, an iced Coke, to go."

The bartender, with the fastest speed he'd ever used, took out a paper cup, filled it, added ice, and packed it up.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Wang Yao took out a silver coin, intending to pay.

"No...no money required."

Wang Yao grinned, revealing a sunny smile, and strode out of the bar.

Luther was the only one left in the bar, his head down and his expression unreadable.

He took off his glasses and shakily put them into his breast pocket.

Then he laughed, a silent laugh.

The plan was successful.