The button to detonate the bomb was pressed, but there was no reaction!
Even the luxury of perishing together became an unreachable dream!
The pirates looked in despair at the little girl standing on the deck, as if she was an outsider, yet her cold eyes that saw through everything gazed indifferently at them.
At this moment, they seemed to see the Devil.
They saw an Asura from Hell.
She was still so pretty, so adorable, yet those eyes sent chills to their bones.
"Spare us, please!" The pirate with the shifty eyes knelt on the ground, kowtowing. He was always flexible like that, or he wouldn't have become a confidant of the Pirate Chief.
Serving a mad leader, without this flexible nature, he would have long been chopped up and fed to the fish.
The octopus tightly wrapped its eight tentacles around the Pirate Chief, sealing his mouth with suction cups.
"Mmm—" he gradually suffocated.
To death, the Pirate Chief couldn't utter a sound.
