My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 267 - 266 The Leaders Decision

Chapter 267: Chapter 266: The Leader’s Decision

Chapter 267 -266: The Leader’s Decision

“Cough cough…”

In the quiet hall, a man’s coughing voice sounded. The man with the Eastern face began to cough violently after he finished speaking.

The leader glanced at him, waiting for him to finish coughing before asking leisurely, “What will you pledge as guarantee?”

“My life!” the Eastern man’s pale face flushed with an abnormal redness.

As the man finished speaking, a soft gasp echoed in the hall; several men sneered and cast lascivious glances towards Zhang Erya.

The leader nodded, pushed the man’s hand aside, and gestured towards Zhang Erya with a dining knife while softly uttering a syllable, “Swoosh!”

“Ah… Urgh…”

Thud!

Yelena tightly closed her eyes, feeling a chill sweep across her face, followed by a burst of short, agonizing screams behind her, and then the sound of bodies struggling on the ground.

Her fingers were trembling slightly, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

When she opened her eyes, she saw the tall leader standing up, walking towards her with a glass in hand, the brown bear beside him frequently looking behind and stretching its neck to sniff the air.

Looking down from his higher position, the leader said in an unquestionable tone to Zhang Erya, “Yelena, drink this glass of vodka, and you will take Voraf’s position afterwards.”

Zhang Erya’s back was drenched with cold sweat as she suppressed her fear of the man and respectfully accepted the glass.

After a moment’s hesitation, she gulped down the entire glass of vodka, the strong alcohol assaulting her taste buds, turning Zhang Erya’s face instantly red as her nostrils rapidly contracted.

“Cough…” After finishing the drink, Zhang Erya wiped the liquor from the corner of her mouth and respectfully handed the glass back to the leader.

The leader nodded in satisfaction, his wide hand patting her slender shoulder, “You should go back and get ready; we’re setting sail tonight.”

As he spoke those words, his tone carried an undeniable excitement.

Zhang Erya nodded, maintained her stoic persona, and turned to leave. Promotion to the mid-level ranks brought her no joy; she just wanted to get back to her cabin as quickly as possible.

When she turned around, her gaze swept over the scene behind her, only to see Voraf’s brother lying on the ground with bulging eyes, a shiny dining knife stuck in his throat, as he wheezed out a thick gurgle of blood.

He was not dead yet, but this kind of torment was worse than death.

In the face of such a scene, others continued to eat and drink, completely unaffected by the bloodshed.

“Compared to that crybaby weakling, I appreciate your look more. I hope you maintain it and don’t disappoint me, Yelena.”

The leader’s deep voice rose behind her, and Zhang Erya’s body stiffened slightly as she replied in a low voice, “I will, boss.”

Clang!

The dark red solid wood door closed.

The strong odor of alcohol turned into a decaying smell mixed with rust; she knew she couldn’t relax yet, as someone might be watching her in the shadows.

At that moment, a beastly roar sounded in the hall, followed by the powerless screams of humans.

As if realizing something, she turned pale and hurriedly left.

Descending down the rusty, damp stairs, the light dimmed even further.

Zhang Erya’s body tensed as she turned into the corridor where her cabin was located. It was nearly dark, and apart from her own footsteps, there was no other sound.

“Who’s there!”

As she walked, Zhang Erya suddenly turned, her right hand moving towards the knife pouch on her thigh.

At that moment, a light laugh echoed in the dark corridor: “Yelena, there’s no need to be so tense, I won’t hurt you.”

Accompanied by footsteps, a gaunt figure appeared not far in front of her, it was the sub-leader who had just spoken up for her.

“You don’t need to be so guarded against me. We come from the same place,” the man said with a light laugh, pulling out a handkerchief to cover his mouth as he coughed softly a few times, “Perhaps our goals are the same too.”

Yelena looked at the man coldly, “Sub-leader, thank you for speaking up for me just now. If there’s nothing else, I need to go rest.”

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“Cough, cough…” Intense coughing sounds came from the corridor, as the man cursed, “Damn it, a bunch of drunkards.”

Seeing Zhang Erya turn to leave, the man reached out and grabbed her arm.

“I’ve said before, our objectives are the same, if we could join hands, the chances of success would be greater.”

Zhang Erya, without turning her head, replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Heh… you really won’t consider joining forces with me? I am the deputy leader of the branch, and although I manage many things, I can’t trust anyone because I am of Xia descent.”

“They don’t trust me and even call me a sick ghost behind my back; I don’t trust them either.”

“But you, Yelena, you’re different.”

“We are both people of Xia.”

The man’s voice in the deep corridor sounded like a devil tempting one into sin.

Zhang Erya’s gaze turned sharp as she suddenly spun around, pinning the man against the damp cabin wall with her forearm pressed against his neck, while the gleaming dagger closely followed his major artery, “I appreciate you speaking up for me, but that doesn’t mean I will betray the organization because of it. I won’t report you to the leader this time, and I don’t want to know your purposes. If there is a next time…”

Clang!

The dagger in her hand flipped and thrust deep into the cabin wall.

With his neck pinned, the man struggled to breathe and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Zhang Erya snorted coldly, released the man, pulled out the dagger and skillfully twirled it before precise inserting it back into its sheath, then she coolly walked away.

After being released, the man bent over, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, and coughed violently.

Bang!

The sound of the iron door closing rang out, and the man slowly straightened up.

He wiped his mouth with the handkerchief, then straightened his disheveled clothes and hair,

In the pitch-black and damp corridor, he stood quietly for a long time.

…

“Ying, ying, ying!”

Inside the luxurious single cabin of the Snow Dragon, Qiuqiu was engaging in friendly communication with Mirage Beibei, tapping the giant clamshell caring like a senior with its little paws.

Thump, thump, thump!

The dull knocking sound echoed in the room.

“Bei bei~”

Mirage Beibei shyly hid inside the shell, opening a slight gap to reveal two shiny black eyes, looking plaintively at Shao Zifeng.

Shao Zifeng, comfortably leaning back on the bed, flipped through the Antarctic journey’s guidebook, which detailed what to do in various sea areas or in encounters with different weather conditions.

Catching a glimpse of Mirage Beibei, Shao Zifeng continued reading the guidebook.

He would never admit that this education of love Qiuqiu was giving was at his behest.

After a while, Shao Zifeng felt his eyes grow tired, so he put down the booklet and turned to look out the porthole.

After nearly a day’s voyage, the Snow Dragon had left the Floating Ice Zone, but the weather here was still not good, with low-hanging clouds occasionally streaked with lightning.

Just one look at the surging waves on the sea surface was enough to send a shiver down one’s spine.

Fortunately, this kind of weather did not affect the Snow Dragon’s normal voyage.

After a while, tired of the monotonous scenery outside, he checked the time, and it was almost mealtime; he decided to go somewhere else for a change.

With 36 more days of sailing ahead, he certainly didn’t want to go insane with cabin fever before even reaching Antarctica.