Who wants to become a god? Aren't you all forcing me?

#506 - Chapter 505 Don’t Count, I’m Right Here

A middle-aged man with glasses, his hands and feet bound, pleaded bitterly. He kowtowed like a tireless machine, again and again, never stopping even as blood flowed across the ground.

Faced with the middle-aged man's pleas for mercy, the surrounding crew members watched with mocking expressions, occasionally making "tsk, tsk, tsk" sounds, urging the man to kowtow to them, as if teasing a dog.

"This guy is too funny!"

"He looks human enough, but I didn't expect him to be a dog at heart!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, come and kowtow to me too, let me experience being a master!"

The mocking words were like knives, slowly cutting away at the man's dignity, but he had no complaints.

Because he had no money, no background, and no value. The only thing he could offer was his worthless dignity.

The impetuous Zhao Hu, seeing this scene, was about to shout out in anger, but Zhao Jiacheng, who was sitting next to him, bumped his shoulder.

Zhao Jiacheng whispered, "What's the use of shouting? Don't act rashly."

Hearing this, Zhao Hu lowered his eyebrows and forcefully swallowed the words that had already reached his throat.

After an unknown amount of time, a voice came from the outer edge.

"Captain Zhao, I didn't expect that after several months, we would meet again."

Upon hearing the voice, the crew members of the Broken Sand Ship retreated to both sides, leaving a path wide enough for two people. Huang Lin, the Fourth-Level Destiny Holder, walked out slowly with his hands behind his back and stopped in front of the crowd.

"Brother Huang, I was momentarily blinded by greed! Please, have mercy on me!"

"Brother Huang, it's me, I'm Little Sanzi, do you still remember me?"

"Brother Huang, I have one million Federal Credits on my card. As long as you spare my life, I will offer all the money to you!"

After seeing Huang Lin's appearance, the crew members of the Spirit Fish Ship began to beg for mercy.

Those who could be invited onto the ship by Zhao Jiacheng were basically veterans who had been in the Sand Sea for several years. They naturally knew of the existence of the "Sand Leopard" and knew that Huang Lin, not the crew members surrounding them, was the one who held their lives in his hands.

The man, who had been kowtowing until he was dizzy, looked at Huang Lin and crawled towards his feet on his knees, saying in an extremely weak voice, "P-Please... please spare my life..."

Huang Lin coldly drew the pistol from his waist, aimed it at the man's forehead, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

The man's voice stopped abruptly. A blood hole the thickness of a finger appeared in his forehead, and the despair in his eyes was quickly swallowed by dimness. His head tilted and he fell to the ground.

He was dead, killed with a single shot. The scene was silent. No one expected the man to die so suddenly.

Huang Lin put away his gun, kicked the man's corpse aside as if it were trash, and said lightly, "In the future, just kill those who have no value and like to shout. It's annoying to look at them."

"Bastard!" Zhao Hu could no longer restrain the anger in his heart. He stomped his feet and charged out like a raging bull, crashing towards Huang Lin.

"Zhao Hu!"

Zhao Jiacheng shouted loudly, trying to stop Zhao Hu, but it was already too late.

A trace of mockery flashed between Huang Lin's eyebrows. He twisted his waist and kicked Zhao Hu to the ground with a whip kick.

"Puh!"

Zhao Hu, who had fallen to the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face showing a painful expression. At this moment, he felt as if his body was falling apart, unable to exert any strength.

"How pitiful!"

Huang Lin sighed softly, raised his foot, and stomped hard on Zhao Hu's knee.

Zhao Jiacheng shouted at the top of his lungs, "Don't!"

Crack—

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhao Hu arched his body, the veins on his neck bulging, and cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

Huang Lin's face showed an expression of enjoyment as his toes rubbed back and forth, listening to Zhao Hu's screams.

"Huzi!!!"

Zhao Jiacheng shouted with a heart-wrenching voice.

Huang Lin raised his head: "You're all alone with one cripple in your family, how lonely. I'll turn your son into a cripple too, so you'll have company, how about that?"

"Hahaha!!!"

"Two cripples in one family, that's a great story to tell!"

"Doesn't he also have a son and a daughter? I think four cripples in one family would be an even better story!"

"That's right, that's right!"

The surrounding people chimed in.

Looking at Zhao Hu's painful expression, Zhao Jiacheng felt as if his heart was being cut. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Huang Lin, your boss clearly promised me that he wouldn't harm my family or my crew because of that matter! Have you forgotten those words?"

"I naturally won't forget what the boss said."

Zhao Jiacheng squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "Then please lift your foot and take your people off this ship!"

Huang Lin spread out his hands: "I'm very sorry, I can't do that."

Zhao Jiacheng lowered his eyebrows: "What? Are you treating your boss's words as a deaf ear?"

"Zhao Jiacheng, Zhao Jiacheng, do you really think I came for a cripple like you? Use your pig brain and see if there's anything about you that's worth me waiting a day for?"

Zhao Jiacheng wasn't stupid and immediately understood everything.

For Huang Lin to personally take action, it must be a very important matter, and on this ship, the only person who could be linked to important was Bai Dong!

After saying these words, Huang Lin ignored Zhao Jiacheng and swept his sharp, cold gaze across everyone's face.

After a few seconds, his brow furrowed slightly, and he said unhappily, "Where's that guy?"

"Brother Huang, that guy and Zhao Jiacheng's son, Zhao Long, are hiding. Our people are looking for them," a subordinate whispered.

"Waste!"

Huang Lin slapped the other person's face with his backhand, then walked to Zhao Jiacheng, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up, saying grimly, "Where are they?"

Zhao Jiacheng said coldly, "I... I don't know!"

"Good, good, good, a good 'I don't know'. It doesn't matter, you don't know, but I'll know soon enough."

A hideous smile appeared on Huang Lin's face. He walked to the railing of the Spirit Fish Ship and extended the hand that was grabbing Zhao Jiacheng's neck.

"Dad!"

Zhao Hu's eyes widened, and he supported himself with his hands, enduring the severe pain as he tried to stand up, but before he could succeed, a young man kicked him to the ground.

"Brother Huang didn't tell you to move, just lie down obediently."

Zhao Hu lay on the ground, his pupils trembling violently, his eyes looking desperately in the direction of Huang Lin.

Huang Lin, standing in front of the railing, raised his head slightly and shouted loudly: "Zhao Long, I know you're listening. Your dad is now in my hands. As long as I let go, he'll be torn to shreds by the quicksand.

I'll count to ten. If you don't bring that guy out after ten seconds, I'll let go, and you'll become the one who killed your own father. Now I'll start counting!"

He looked around and shouted: "Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four!"

Just as Huang Lin was about to shout "Three," a voice came from above.

"Stop counting, I'm right here."