After I went through the book, I criticized the villain but he insisted on pampering me

The pirates were so frightened that they trembled all over. The drunkenness instantly dissipated and their faces turned as pale as paper.

They looked at Mo Yanchen in horror. Their legs softened and they fell to their knees with a plop. They kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Big brother, please spare us! Big brother, please spare us! We...we were just confused for a moment..."

Mo Yanchen snorted coldly, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn them to death.

He slowly raised his hand and waved it gently. The men behind him immediately understood and stepped forward to drag the pirates out.

Mo Yanchen's face was as gloomy as water. He followed behind step by step. Every step seemed to step on everyone's heart, making people tremble with fear.

When we came to the deck, the sea breeze blew by, but it couldn't blow away the heavy atmosphere of murder.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as tall and straight as a pine or cypress, casting a cold shadow in the moonlight.

The pirates were thrown to the ground and kept begging for mercy, their voices trembling: "Brother, we won't dare to do it again! Please forgive us this time!"

There was no trace of pity in Mo Yanchen's eyes. He looked at them coldly, as if he was looking at a bunch of ants.

Suddenly, he pulled out the dagger from his waist. The blade flashed coldly in the moonlight, which made people shudder.

Before the pirates could react, Mo Yanchen flashed past like a black lightning.

In an instant, blood splattered, and the screams of the pirates stopped abruptly, and they widened their eyes.

He fell to the ground with horror on his face, and until his death he could not believe that his elder brother would be so decisive.

Mo Yanchen stood there, the knife in his hand dripping with blood, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the moonlight.

His eyes were still cold as he scanned the men around him. His voice was low but full of warning: "If anyone dares to do it again, this will be the end. Throw them all into the sea to feed the fish!"

Everyone was so frightened that they lowered their heads, not daring to breathe. A deathly silence permeated the entire deck.

After dealing with all this, Mo Yanchen instructed Mr. Sun again: "Send them away as soon as the boat docks, and make sure everyone is safe."

"Yes, boss." Mr. Sun bowed his head.

*****

The faint light of morning light gently sprinkled on the coastline, dispelling the last trace of haze in the night.

The boat slowly approached the shore, making a dull friction sound, as if it was the end of this thrilling story that night.

Mo Yanchen stood at the bow, his posture still stern, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

His eyes were fixed on his busy men as they brought Su Xueer and others ashore.

The look in his eyes was as calm as an ancient well, yet it concealed a hint of depth.

The moment Su Xueer stepped onto the land, she took a deep breath of the free air, feeling mixed emotions.

Mu Qingyao beside her gently pulled her sleeve, her eyes full of apology and concern: "Doctor Su, please leave quickly, go far away, and don't come back to Weicheng."

Su Xueer showed a relieved smile: "Madam Mu, you are kind-hearted, and you will definitely be rewarded. Your asthma, follow my instructions, take medicine regularly, and it will definitely get better."

Mu Qingyao nodded.

The two of them finished talking.

Each of them set out in a different direction.

Su Xueer's figure gradually walked away and blended into the hustle and bustle of the city.

She took firm steps and hurried to the hunter's house to see how badly Chi Rui was injured.

On the boat, after Mo Yanchen finished dealing with the follow-up matters, he paced across the deck.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a strange color in the garbage dump.

It was a kite with a gray wolf pattern painted on it, which stood out among the messy garbage.