Chapter 351: What Do You Want?

"What do you want! What do you want!" Zelnikov's voice was hoarse; half his arm had gone numb, unable to control his own body's weight, he could only barely sit up.

"I won't kill you, and I don't want to kill you, because…" Kuchiki Senya's lips curled into a mocking smile: "You're very valuable."

At these words, Zelnikov's pupils shrank violently!

He knew this enemy intended to squeeze every last drop of value from him—otherwise, why go through such elaborate trouble to hunt him down?

"Impossible! You won't get a single thing from me!" Zelnikov snarled: "If you lay one finger on me, my daughter will marry Yamamoto Kyoko's fiancé! She can't leave the East Ocean 660!"

Upon hearing this, Kuchiki Senya's eyes flashed with cold killing intent; after five seconds of silence, he spoke: "What did you say?"

"Hahaha, you don't believe me? I heard it with my own ears! If you push me further, I'll tell you right now!"

Zelnikov burst into wild laughter, then suddenly shut his eyes!

He would rather die than yield!

Yet the next second, he felt searing pain in his abdomen, then a jet of blood shot out!

Kuchiki Senya had directly stabbed through Zelnikov's navel!

He hadn't been able to stop the man's action!

The latter's fingers remained lodged in Zelnikov's wound, blood gushing continuously!

"This fool."

With that, Kuchiki Senya gripped Zelnikov's throat with one hand and twisted sharply!

The traitor immediately rolled his eyes back, his cervical spine snapping clean—he collapsed into a limp heap of flesh.

"Bastard… bastard…"

Zelnikov's tongue lolled out, long and grotesque, his legs kicking wildly—he was barely clinging to life.

"You refused to cooperate? I'm helping you. You should thank me," Kuchiki Senya said coolly.

Saying this, he turned and walked into the woods, leaving Zelnikov twitching where he lay.

The once-famous traitor was now nothing but a rotting, stinking corpse.

His eyes bulged wide, filled with intense hatred and venomous malice.

Not long after, inside the cargo ship's bridge.

Kuchiki Senya sipped a glass of red wine, gazing at the man lying beside the hull: "Looks like we're going our separate ways."

The man remained unconscious, not yet awake, but his lips twitched, muttering something unintelligible.

Kuchiki Senya shook his head, sighed, then walked toward the stern.

At that moment, a figure silently appeared behind him.

She was a tall woman, with golden hair, clad in a tight-fitting suit that accentuated her curvaceous, exquisite figure.

This woman possessed the deep-set eyes typical of Asians, long eyelashes, and blue irises as profound and captivating as the ocean.

Her nose was high and refined, her cherry lips thin, radiating a crisp, chilling allure that stirred an irresistible urge to conquer.

Her waist was impossibly slender, so fine it seemed one could snap it with slight pressure—every inch of her exuded soft, graceful beauty.

Her figure was perfectly proportioned, utterly mesmerizing.

"You shouldn't have appeared," Kuchiki Senya shook his head. "I don't like women. This has nothing to do with you."