Scraping the bloodstains off the sole of his shoe, Faen shook his head, then turned around and said, "Alright, these two guys are already dead. And over here, do you know this person?"
Hearing Faen's words, Sarah walked out from the smoke and dust. She looked at the bloodstains that had exploded on either side of Faen, and at the ghastly white bone splinters clearly visible hidden amidst the minced meat... Although the strong wind and shockwaves from his descent had blown away most of the mist, Sarah could still clearly perceive the faint, fishy stench lingering in the air. While she couldn't see the full picture, based on the traces left in the minced meat—such as fabric, tattoos, and certain physical characteristics—Sarah could roughly confirm a few things.
"Although I can't be certain, judging from the traces, these two guys should be from O'Chou and Crow's gangs. For them to appear in Shipwreck Cove, it must be them... As for this guy."
She raised her eyes and looked at Hark—actually, Faen had recognized Hark.
In Sarah's personal comic, Fortune Smiles, Sarah had negotiated with these three guys. However, that timeline was set six months after Sarah had killed Gangplank. By then, Sarah had inherited Gangplank's legacy and become one of the four most powerful factions in all of Bilgewater. The plot involved these three factions wanting to gang up and eradicate Sarah, the rising star.
Among them, Sir Hark—the one who was still alive right now—even pretended to understand Sarah's pain and struggles, intending to properly enjoy a night with Sarah before turning on her. However, Sarah caught the loopholes in his words. The final result was Sarah scheming to lure these three guys into the shadows and calling their names one by one with a bullet each.
Although it looked pretty badass, it also indirectly illustrated the pathetic state of high-end combat power in Bilgewater—for example, needing to rely on political alliances to compete, or nearly being gunned down by a piece of trash. And even if Sarah killed these three guys in the end, according to the lore, Bilgewater's environment wouldn't improve in the slightest. Because the power vacuum left by their deaths would only cause other ambitious figures in Bilgewater to fight and slaughter each other even more fanatically.
But for Faen...
Looking at Hark, Sarah shook her head and said, "He's quite famous. Rumor has it he killed the Crimson Blade with his own hands—the boss of a Bilgewater thief gang. But according to your requirements, to make the people of Bilgewater feel 'joy' or whatever, he's completely useless."
"Unsurprisingly~" Faen shrugged. Without waiting for Sir Hark to recover his senses, Faen waved his hand. Immediately after, a surging storm hit. Before Sir Hark—who had just realized something—could say a word, a strong wind struck.
Although Faen didn't crush him directly with the storm—out of consideration for not making the surrounding environment even messier—he still blasted him into the sea.
After the initial intense pain, upon feeling the seawater, Sir Hark actually felt a surge of joy in his heart. Because for any Bilgewatrian, proficiently mastering various swimming techniques is an essential survival skill. As long as he was in the water, he could easily hold his breath, swim far away, and escape.
Unfortunately, before Sir Hark could hold onto this thought for long, he immediately felt that the surrounding seawater felt different from normal. Viscous, solidified, high-pressure—it wrapped tightly around him like jelly. Let alone swimming, even moving a single muscle became a delusion.
Immediately following this, the pressure in the water surged sharply. Under the immense pressure, Sir Hark could feel an intense, agonizing pain all over his body. Then, before he could even let out a wail, in the sight of Faen and the others, a cloud of foul blood rose from the seabed, spread, and finally disappeared along with the school of fish attracted by the scent of blood.
With the matter concluded, Faen nodded, his face showing little concern.
Because, just as mentioned before, for the current Faen, having completed his initial accumulation, let alone Bilgewater, even re-running the plot of the Twin Cities would similarly end in a speedrun.
Seeing these big shots who could summon wind and rain in Bilgewater be disposed of so effortlessly, even though she was mentally prepared, Sarah still felt her eyelids twitching constantly. But soon, Sarah calmed down, and a trace of relief even surfaced within her—at the very least, she had made the correct choice.
"LeBlanc will stay here for now and help you handle the relevant affairs in Bilgewater." Seeing that there was nothing else requiring his intervention, Faen looked at Sarah and said, "If you encounter anything tricky, you can consult or ask LeBlanc for help. If necessary, you can also contact me directly. Of course, I hope you can stand on your own two feet and become the true Empress of Bilgewater."
Hearing Faen's words, Sarah nodded. Then, she couldn't help but look at Faen and sigh with emotion, "That way, when I stick my ass in the air to fawn over you, I'll feel a greater sense of achievement, is that it?"
"Of course~ And your ideals will be realized. A win-win cooperation like this, why not?" Faen appeared very candid. "But how did you know about these things? Just yesterday you were still feeling nervous about losing your first time."
"It was my first time, after all." Sarah shrugged, saying with slight helplessness, "Any girl would feel something when seeing the blood representing purity mixed with your milk overflowing from down below, wouldn't they? As for the rest... LeBlanc told me. She said your desire to conquer and possess is very strong, so I should fawn over you more in these aspects."
"As expected of LeBlanc, truly my good girl~" Faen shrugged, then patted Sarah's buttocks and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now. I still have other things to do over in Piltover."
"Got it." Sarah nodded. Watching Faen prepare to leave, after a moment of silence, she stepped forward for a kissing embrace.
"Although I know the love in my heart right now is more or less born from carnal craving, I still thank you for everything you've done for me. Mmm, the next time we meet, I'll do my best to make you feel even better."
As she spoke, Sarah crouched down, lowering her head to Faen's waist. She used her teeth to unzip his trousers, giving light kisses.
As the zipper slid down by her teeth, Faen's purplish-red giant object—still erect and excited from the slaughter—suddenly sprang out, slapping heavily against Sarah's delicate face, carrying a strong male musk. Sarah's eyes, overflowing with infatuation and ambition, lost focus slightly. She stuck out her nimble little tongue, drew a circle over the crystal-clear drop oozing from the eye of the glans, and then, without hesitation, opened her red lips wide, taking the massive, umbrella-like glans deep into her mouth.
"Mgh... slurp... smack..."
Lewd, wet sounds echoed in the hall that had just been filled with the scent of death. Sarah's eyes rolled back due to the extreme sense of being filled. Her throat contracted continuously, trying to swallow the ten-plus-inch medicine pestle deep into her esophagus. The rough, hard veins scraped against the tender inner walls of her mouth. This near-suffocating pressure, combined with the Joy Factor permeating the air, caused the crotch of her tight leather pants to instantly soak through with a large, dark wet patch due to excessive arousal. Scalding love juices slid down the roots of her thighs.
LeBlanc watched this scene from the side with a smiling face. With malicious amusement, she even reached out and flicked the pair of "doves" on Sarah's chest, which were continuously trembling from the afterglow of orgasm and still bore the silver rings. A startled whimper escaped Sarah's throat. Not only did she not let go, but she began to suck even more greedily, as if wanting to extract all of Faen's essence ahead of time. It wasn't until she had licked the meat rod to the point where it became even more scorching and ferocious that she reluctantly let go, pulling out a long, lewd silver thread.
She then sighed with some helplessness, looked up at Faen, and said with a casual face, "Although it sounds a bit strange to say, my body is indeed inexplicably a bit... well, just very strange. Anyway, just don't forget you still have a girl over here."