CHAPTER 181: CHAPTER 41: THE FUNCTION OF THE RIGHT HAND

"You lost on purpose," Su Ziceng picked a pair of shoes, interrogating. Shang Yin’s yacht facilities were indeed comprehensive, he had seen Su Ziceng lose her shoes, so he sent Pello with her to the lower deck, where a variety of women’s outfits and shoes were prepared.

"Winning might be intentional, but losing is always heartfelt," Pello neither admitted nor denied, he checked Su Ziceng’s ankle, tossed back the pair of high heels she had picked, and found a pair of flats that were more stable, "Just like these shoes, the rings are no longer suitable for use, they should be thrown away."

"It’s not just any pair of rings," Su Ziceng, missing the restraint from her finger, inevitably felt a bit unaccustomed.

"Don’t you already have a more dazzling ring," Pello bent down, as if he was watching her put on her shoes, but also seemed to be checking the "Red Love" hanging on Su Ziceng’s chest.

His gaze stayed on her chest, not sure if it was his gaze or just the cabin being too stuffy, but Su Ziceng felt the "Red Love" start to heat up again.

"This was left to me by my mother, its significance is different," Su Ziceng shook the ring a little.

"It’s apparent, this ring is indeed very different," Pello withdrew his gaze, watching Su Ziceng walk freely around the cabin.

"Causing such a fuss for no good reason, I almost forgot the matter at hand, we should go find Shang Yin to discuss," she said, and then walked out.

Pello did not follow; he knew that in certain situations, he still needed to keep his distance, and he also believed that now, someone needed him more than Su Ziceng did.

The yacht was still docked at the pier; as the night grew darker, the waves also became more violent. Standing on the deck, one careless move could cause a fall, but when Pello walked on it, there were no signs of stumbling, instead, he moved like an elegant cheetah, his eyes that were different from those of the Z Country people, also emitted a faint blue light.

"Who are you, exactly?" Hang Yishao, leaning on a railing at the rear cabin, slightly bent his knees, blocking Pello’s path with one foot. After sobering up, one becomes even clearer-headed; Hang Yishao thought about his previous incoherent actions and felt annoyed. He felt that he had fallen into Pello’s trap; compared to Pello, he had been like a foolish young man blinded by love, naively laughable.

"Who I am is not important. It suffices for you to treat me as the person Su Ziceng met after she missed out on you," Pello’s voice rolled with the waves.

Hang Yishao’s miss was precisely Pello’s encounter. Pello turned his head, his eyelids trembling slightly due to the punch. Then, a fierce wind swept towards his midsection; Pello raised an eyebrow, not expecting that Hang Yishao had also learned to fight. It was a pity that they were all just for show.

Pello ducked his shoulder, Hang Yishao’s fist grazing past his waist, then with a shoulder thrust upward, it hit Hang Yishao right in the stomach. One punch, then two, Pello cruelly smiled, feeling the young man’s ribs in front of him crack, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground.

The heavy fall of a person did not cause much disturbance, as no one in the cabin noticed because as Hang Yishao hit the deck, a wave struck the railing. The sounds of nature can cover all traces of human strife.

Hang Yishao felt both cold and painful, doused with water. On a moonless night, it seemed like he was the only one left on the entire sea surface.

"I don’t use my right hand, because that hand is only for killing people and undressing women," Pello’s hand stopped on Hang Yishao’s throat, a slight pressure and he could crush the young man’s windpipe.

"Remember, some drinks are not for consumption, and some women are not to be touched," his hand chopping sideways, Hang Yishao passed out. Pello stood up, slightly regretting that there were stains of seawater on his clothes.

"Tell the people inside that Young Master Hang drank too much and fell on the deck," Pello said this towards the night sea, but someone responded behind him, "Understood, Mr. Pello."

On the second level of the yacht, Su Ziceng, oblivious to all this, was involved in a discussion, only wanting to persuade Shang Yin at this moment.

Su Ziceng sat on the semi-circular sofa, Shang Yin poured her a glass of wine, but Su Ziceng did not touch the alcohol. Sometimes, staying sober among a bunch of drinkers always has its advantages. Su Ziceng felt she had been drunk for a lifetime; from now on, it would be wise to drink less.