Chapter 406


    You could clinch the ultimate victory by being more ferocious and terrifying than your enemy.


    Jackson''s objective was brutally simple. He was biding his time for Hector to emerge as thest man standing, to be his


    unflinching weapon of death.


    The sea breeze howled incessantly, from dawn until dusk, as the sounds of a fierce struggle within the container gradually


    subsided. After a while, the container doors creaked open, and Hector stumbled out, limping.


    At that moment, he was drenched in blood, like a war deity stepping straight out of hell, radiating a lethal aura of death and


    cruelty. He walked over the corpses of four men. His body was smeared with blood, resembling a demon that emerged from the


    inferno, and his eyes were void of any warmth, chilling to the bone.


    Jackson watched the blood-soaked Hector and smiled slightly. "Good, it seems my judgment was not mistaken."


    All the while, Helen had stood by Jackson''s side, confident that Hector would im the ultimate victory. And just as she had


    predicted, the one who walked out alive was indeed her very own find, John!


    Helen squealed and flung herself at Hector. "Ha, | knew you were the best! You''re incredible!"


    As she spoke, Helen burrowed into Hector''s arms, utterly indifferent to the blood that covered him.


    With an expressionless face, Hector looked coldly at Jackson and asked in a raspy voice, "Are you satisfied with what you''ve


    seen?”


    Jackson nodded. "You haven''t disappointed me. The resources weren''t wasted."


    With that, Jackson turned and left without a backward nce.


    Meanwhile, Helen, drawn to the scent of blood on Hector, sniffed it obsessively, thrilled by the aroma that excited her immensely.


    She grabbed Hector''s hand. "Come on, let''s get you cleaned up and into some fresh clothes. My God, | can''t wait to savor your


    raw power!"


    Hector didn''t argue with Helen''s words, allowing her to lead him towards the beach.


    The ocean was vast and unforgiving. Helen, carrying clothes for Hector to change into, ripped off his bloodied garments in a


    frenzy and pulled his hand onto her ample curves, "Kiss me, love me, now!"


    Hector''s eyes, devoid of emotion, stared at the inexplicably excited Helen andplied with hermand, pressing his lips to


    hers. He didn''t understand why he was doing this, only that he feltpelled to follow the sound of her voice.


    The two embraced in the sea. Hector''s blood washed away with the tide. Helen, frantic with desire, reached for Hector''s lower


    body, and her voice sounded sultry and enthralling. "John, give it to me now!"


    However, her face darkened the next second as her hand found only aid softness, utterly unable to be firm.


    Frustration surged within Helen, and her face turned purple with unvented lust.


    She pped Hector hard across the face. "You''re worthless! A damn waste!"


    Hector''s cheek quickly bore the imprint of five fingers, yet he did not retaliate, silently enduring Helen''s ps.


    Picking up the clothes she''d tossed onto the sand, Helen stormed off, cursing as she went. "I thought I''d found a treasure, but it''s


    just junk, damn bad luck!"


    Hector remained in the water, seemingly unaffected, as if nothing mattered to him. Soon, several burly men arrived, plucking him


    from the sea and dragging him off to a ce where prisoners were usually kept.


    Depleted of strength from his recent battle, Hector was powerless to resist as they threw him into a pitch-ck cell. The cell was


    ustrophobic, devoid of light, and barely enough room to turn around.


    But even confined, Hector''s face remained expressionless, and his demeanor was detached. He was like a soulless marite,


    seemingly disconnected from everything.


    Time passed silently in the cell, absent of light or sound. Hector stood there without a word. His head was bowed, his eyes cast


    down, and his thoughts inscrutable.


    On the ind, many such cells


    existed, primarily to torture and break


    those who dared to defy the ind


    master, Jackson Fie dey,


    spmedrié Would bring scraps to


    prevent the prisoners from starving


    to death. The purpose of these cells


    was to induce a breakdown in the


    endless darkness and silence until


    the captives were utterly submissive.


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    Days slipped away, and after ten silent days had passed, the door finally opened with a screech. Jackson stood before Hector,


    his expression dark as he offered a cold ultimatum. "You have two choices, rot here until death or obey me and be my most


    ruthless killer."


    Without hesitation, Hector replied, "The second one."


    "Good, | always appreciate a young


    man who knows his ce. Work for


    me, and you won''t be s ricfrangied)"


    Cc soma, ‘afning o leave. Then


    he’paused, looking at Hector with


    disdain. "Even though you''re now


    useless as aman, a eunuch can still


    kill. Come with me; we''ve got a


    shipment to collect." Please read the


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    Ignoring Jackson''s mockery, Hector silently followed him onto the speedboat heading out to sea.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    Jackson usually lurked on his ind, waiting for wealthy merchant ships to pass by so he could plunder them, but today, his goal


    wasn''t to raid a merchant ship; it was to deal with another gang that eked out a living on the high seas.


    Their dealings were always shrouded in secrecy, yet Jackson''s heart was darker than most, and he nned to double-cross his


    partners in crime. He led Hector, who was as pliable as a puppet, onto a small boat that both parties tacitly approved of, to


    commence the transaction.


    Each side opened their cases, satisfied with what they saw, and nodded to signal a sessful trade. But at that very moment,


    Jackson suddenly spat out amand, "Take ‘em down!"


    In this dog-eat-dog world, the other guys were quick on their feet. Clutching the goods they hadn''t yet had the chance to trade,


    they spun around, aiming to leap back onto their dinghy.


    With the agility of a puma, Hector


    swept the legs out from under the


    two with a clean, swift move then


    grabbed handfabit then hair,


    vette heads back so their


    necks stretched taut, while the glint


    of his switchde danced


    menacingly in his hand before it


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