Chapter 407
Blood erupted from the wound, staining Hector''s arm a deep crimson, but he didn''t flinch. With practiced ease, he slit another
man''s throat.
"Son of a gun, they yed dirty and tried to double-cross us. We''ll take ''em down with us!" The muscle that the other crew had
brought along bellowed in rage, charging towards Hector. Soon, the vengeful thugs nearly encircled Hector and Jackson''s little
skiff.
Sensing trouble, Jackson stomped onto his own boat and barked at Hector without a hint of warmth, "If you don''t make it back
with the goods, don''t bothering back at all."
Hector offered no reply. His icy gaze was fixed on the knife-wielding attackers rushing at him as if they were no more than lifeless
corpses.
The sh of steel slicing through flesh filled the air, and bodies plunged into the sea, turning the water around the skiff a
gruesome red. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air.
Drenched in blood, Hector''s own wounds gaped open. The flow of blood was unrelenting, but it didn’t stop him from snapping the
necks of his assants and tossing them one by one into the ocean.
The mob, once eager to overwhelm Hector with their numbers, now recoiled in terror, attempting to escape the devil that seemed
to have emerged from the depths of hell itself. Their retreat was futile. Hector, his eyes red with rage, cared not who faced him.
Any sign of life was met with a swift neck twist and a one-way trip into the sea.
Jackson watched from his boat, a chill running down his spine as he witnessed Hector’s mechanical ughter. Suddenly, he
wasn’t sure if turning Hector into a cold-blooded killer had been a mistake.
Weapons, after all, were meant to harm. In the right hands, they could defeat enemies; in the wrong hands, they could cause
self-destruction. And Hector, with his chilling bloodlust, gave Jackson the unnerving feeling of a beast he could no longer control.
“Enough! They’re all dead; just leave their bodies intact and bring me that case!” Jackson shouted, his voice tainted with malice,
halting Hector from twisting the head of another lifeless body.
Hector nced at Jackson, his hands still busy. With a vicious yank, he tore off a head and tossed it carelessly into the sea, and
kicked the body after it. He hefted the blood-soaked case and swaggered towards Jackson''s boat.C0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.
At that moment, Jackson knew he had glimpsed a living devil. His own crew, their cries of fear echoing in the air, were clearly
rattled by Hector''s ruthless efficiency.
“Here''s your case," Hector said, throwing the bloodied box at Jackson''s feet, then, showing signs of fatigue, hey down on the
deck, closing his eyes to rest, and ignoring everyone else on board.
Jackson nced at Hector, now alredy asleep, and then at his crew, their courage shattered by Hector''s ferocity. A cold light
flickered in his eyes.
"Set course for home!"
At Jackson''smand, the boat turned back, leaving behind a sea littered with the lifeless remains of thirty-odd, mutted
bodies.
Back on the maind, the first thing Jackson did was throw Hector back into confinement. He had seen the fear in his men''s
eyes; he couldn''t allow such a threat to his authority to continue unchecked. As a pirate leader, he could not afford to show
weakness.
Hector''s presence had be a direct threat to Jackson’s leadership, and he couldn''t risk an escape.
Helen had eagerly anticipated Jackson''s triumphant return, but she cheered when she saw Hector locked away again. "Good
riddance. | can''t wait to watch him take hisst breath."
Hector looked at Helen in disbelief, unable to reconcile these words with theforting voice he once knew.
"What are you looking at? Keep staring, and I''ll gouge those eyes out!" Helen snarled viciously, spitting in his direction. "Pah!
Worthless wimp!"
“Ha-ha-ha!" Helen''s words ignitedughter among her dirty band of pirates, who jeered loudly at Hector.
"Thought he was tough, turns out he''s just a spineless man!"
"Yeah, a wimp who ys tough? Did he wet his pants in fear?”
“Let''s strip him down and see if he''s as soft as we think!"
The ridicule and scorn pelted Hector, but he showed no reaction as he was shoved into the cell and locked away.
The cell door mmed shut, the thick iron muffling the mockery from outside. Hector knew everything had changed.
Time in the pitch-ck cell lost all meaning until one day, the bold food-bringer entered, attempting to take liberties with Hector,
iming, "Heard you''ve lost your manhood. Let me have some fun."
The man bent down to pull at Hector''s pants, but barely grazed the fabric before a crisp "snap!" echoed in the room—the sound
of a neck breaking.
Hector nonchntly broke the man''s neck, dressed in his clothes, donned his cap, and walked out of the cell. Stepping out,
Hector made his way towards the shore. He was done with this ce, longing to leave it all behind.
But before he got far, a coldmand halted him, "Freeze!"
Hector stopped but didn''t dare turn around; he recognized the voice of Jackson, the ind overlord.
Jackson scrutinized Hector, finally realizing he hadn''t mistaken the identity of the man before him—it was the very same John he
had intended to torment to death in the cell.
"John, how did you get out?" Jackson asked, puzzled.
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