"Admiral of the North Sea, highest commander of the Imperial Navy of the North Sea, Colonel Darren of the Naval Headquarters, has met with Sir Eldes Saint."

A laid-back, effortless, magnetic voice with a hint of casual authority drifted down. It echoed through the silent streets.

A man covered in blood stared blankly at the imposing figure before him, motionless.

Gion and Kage no one could remain composed, unable to help but glance at each other in astonishment.

Darren... reached out and stopped the bullet...

He... stopped the Dragon Clan's gunfire.

Somehow, both Gigi and Keiji let out a long sigh of relief.

"North Sea... North Sea Admiral?"

Sildes Saintmunn was taken aback, his spine tingling with the chilling aura of the naval officers before him. Despite his fear, he mustered a ferocious growl:

"How dare you stop me?"

He paused, then suddenly roared with madness:

"How dare you stop a Celestial Dragon!?"

Darren suddenly burst into laughter.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a sly smile, like a cunning fox.

"No, Sir Seirdis the Saint, I did not mean to stop you."

I just simply think…

Darren suddenly turned around, his movement ruthless as he kicked out with a powerful foot.

The pitch-black, gleaming boots slammed forcefully against the man's abdomen.

Under the astounding burst of power, the opponent couldn't even let out a scream. Like a broken kite, they flew through the air in a bloody parabola for over ten meters.

Fate unknown.

"Hiss..."

Everyone present gasped in shock.

Both Gion and Kage were bloodshot-eyed, a surge of indescribable anger welling up within them. They could no longer contain their emotions, one gripping the hilt of his sword, the other tensing every muscle, ready to strike.

To their surprise, the next second, the flying squirrel appeared before them. He looked cold and stern as he spoke in a low voice:

"Do you want everyone on this island to die because of your stupidity?"

The coldness in the flying squirrel's expression, and the solemnity in those words, were like a bucket of ice water poured directly onto their heads, making them feel a piercing chill all over.

Their bloodshot eyes trembled constantly, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Their muscles, tense and coiled, were forced to relax.

Yes, they understood.

If they dare to make a move here, once they anger the Celestial Dragons, under their fury, I'm afraid the entire Battia Island will face the wrath of the Celestial Dragons.

By then, it won't be enough to just sacrifice the life of an ordinary man.

But everyone on this island will have to be buried with them because of their impulsiveness and recklessness!

They clenched their teeth, almost grinding them to dust.

Sir Deeds Saintperson looked dumbfounded at the naval captain's actions, for a moment unable to fathom the latter's intentions.

At this point, Darren retracted his foot and smiled, "

“To deal with such lowlifes, it's unnecessary to soil Sir Silders' hands, isn't it?”

Silderas Saint was taken aback, a smug smile suddenly appearing on his face.

"Hahaha! Excellent!! As expected of my Tianlong person's watchdog, you are so well-behaved..."

"Serving the great World Nobles, serving the esteemed World Government, that is our Navy's responsibility."

Gion and Kaje, not far away, listened with eyes blazing and bloodshot, their chests heaving.

Darren stepped forward, approaching Silde Saint's side, and lowered his voice:

"Sildas the Saint, with your status and position, there's no need to bother with these commoners. It's a waste of time."

"It is rare for you to visit Behai. The Beihai Navy has prepared a small gift for you, please do not refuse."

“This is the welcome and enthusiasm of the people of Beihai to the great and sacred Sir de Saint-Siles, and also a little token of my personal affection.”

He said that, and then he clapped his hands. Within ten seconds, Mayor Hunt arrived leading a dozen or so militiamen, each carrying a heavy box, their faces beaming with smiles as they jogged over.

"Greetings, Lord Sildeis the Saint."

Mayor Hunter nodded obsequiously, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

Sildas Saint didn't even look at him, just narrowed his eyes at Darren for a moment before stepping forward and casually opening a crack in one of the crates.

A dazzling multi-colored light burst from the gap, unmistakably a hoard of gold and silver treasures.

Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on Sirdes's face.

"Hmm..."

He closed the box and looked at Darren with admiration, laughing heartily:

"Your name is Darren, isn't it? Well, I have a high regard for you."

"With your talent and ability, being just a North Sea Fleet Commander is truly a waste."

As a world noble Celestial Dragon, he possesses extraordinary power, yet he still runs out of money.

While the World Government's provision for each noble's expenses and spending is undeniably a staggering fortune beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, for the decadent, fallen, and extravagant celestial dragons, no amount of money is ever enough.

Darren smiled and shook his head.

"It is all for the service of the Navy and justice. No matter what position they are in, they can all contribute their strengths equally."

Though the North Sea may not compare to the grandeur of the Grand Voyages, I grew up in these waters and have a deep affection for them.

"Sir Silder Saint, an official of the World Government, arrived at the port two minutes ago. For your safety, I recommend you set sail for Holy Land as soon as possible."

Sildes Saintvenant nodded.

"It is true... The air in Beihai smells dirty and filthy, it's really disgusting."

He glanced disdainfully at the buildings around him, which were painted blue with white walls, and grumbled:

"And the architectural style of this building is simply a clumsy imitation."

Mayor Hunter, beside himself, broke into a cold sweat and stammered, "

"Sir, I have been taught by the great Saint Sildeas to immediately correct any shortcomings upon reflection! I will do so at once!"

He didn't bother wiping the sweat from his brow, turning around and urgently addressing the militiamen:

"Hey, you guys... hurry up and get all of Sir Silde's gifts to the harbor!!"

Then Darren made a beckoning gesture,

Then… Sir Seldis, this way please.

Sildes Saint smiled, took a step forward, then suddenly remembered something and stopped.

"Almost forgot..."

Gion and the people present all turned pale.

He cast a greedy glance at the pale little girl, Lia, then turned his head and smiled at Darren.

There was a hint of sardonic amusement in the smile.

"Arrest my wife and bring her back to me in the Holy Land. Once we arrive, we will be married!"

As soon as his voice fell,

The smile on Darren's face... gradually vanished.

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