QTIMP -Chapter 214 Character Persona – Fool (Part 10)

The wind at night was even stronger than during the day. The ship rocked with the waves, and Si Qiu couldn’t keep her balance, so she could only cling tightly to Elias for support.

Elias and the people following behind him seemed completely unaffected by the motion, standing firmly on the deck as if the sea’s turbulence didn’t exist.

He held her and leaned against the railing on one side.

“Little fool, look over there.”

Si Qiu frowned. “It’s rude to point out people’s flaws. Can you stop calling me that?”

Hearing her words, Elias couldn’t help but let out a muffled laugh, his chest shaking slightly.

“It’s just a term of endearment,” he explained. Otherwise, what if she got angry over it?

Si Qiu clearly didn’t agree. “If I weren’t really foolish, then sure, it could be an endearment. But I really am a bit foolish, so then it’s just pointing it out.”

Elias sighed helplessly. His spoken Chinese was quite good, and he also understood some of the country’s customs and history.

But when it came to nitpicking words like this, he couldn’t really win the argument.

“Alright, then I won’t call you that.”

Hearing this, Si Qiu nodded in satisfaction. “You can call me Qiuqiu. That’s what my mom calls me.”

Elias pulled her—who had slipped slightly out of his arms while talking—back into his embrace again.

“Alright, Qiuqiu. I’ll remember that. Come, look over there.”

Si Qiu followed the direction he indicated with a slight tilt of his chin and saw something shooting out from the ships surrounding theirs.

Then, farther away, it exploded in bursts of light—like brilliant fireworks.

Although Si Qiu didn’t know much about weapons, anyone who spent time online could recognize what that was. She was so frightened that she grabbed tightly onto Elias’s shirt.

“That ship over there…?”

Elias held her and lowered his head, taking a deep breath near her hair.

“That’s the same ship you didn’t board earlier.”

Si Qiu shivered.

From what she had overheard during the inspection earlier, she already had some idea of what that ship was used for.

Destroying it didn’t feel particularly cruel—but there were still many innocent people on board.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Elias said, “We arrived too late. There were twelve people on board who were meant to be sent for auction. The rest had already been cleared out.”

“The targets of our bombardment were their engines and the surgical rooms. As for the remaining people—if they’re lucky, I’ll arrange for a ship to take them away. If anything goes wrong after that… then it’s simply their fate.”

Elias had expected Si Qiu to feel upset after hearing that last sentence.

But instead, he saw her quickly break out of his arms and start recording a video on her phone.

Elias covered the upper half of his face with his hand, about to sigh at the situation—when he heard Si Qiu say:

“Elias, don’t let go! Hold me properly—I can’t stand steady!”

Elias hurriedly pulled her back into his arms.

“You’re about to fall, and you’re still not willing to put your phone down?”

“Ah, stop talking! Can’t you see I’m recording?”

What could Elias even do?

He held her from behind, while also pointing out for her where the next shell was being fired from.

After just two shells were fired, the surrounding ships began converging toward the direction the shots had come from. As they drew closer, Si Qiu could already hear the intermittent gunfire and screams.

Elias covered her ears and led her toward the cabin. Once inside, he got her a glass of watermelon juice—her favorite. He poured himself a glass of wine and sat across from her.

He waited for her to ask questions, but the girl was busy fiddling with her phone. The fitted white dress outlined her graceful figure.

Her lowered eyelashes looked like soft fans, and her slightly moving red lips were moist and alluring. She looked like a blooming peach blossom—stunningly beautiful.

It made him momentarily doubt his own impulse to show her his most genuine side.

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, only to hear her muttering under her breath.

“Cut this part out… no need. Ah, this section is the climax—keep it, it’s the best-looking part.”

“Oh, the speaking part is too loud, it drowned out the original audio. I can’t even hear the explosion sounds anymore. Forget it, cut this section too.”

“Now pick some background music… this one, yeah, this one’s fiery enough.”

Only after she finished editing and posting the video did she pick up the watermelon juice beside her and take a big gulp.

Elias reached out and gently stroked her face. Seeing her confused expression, he finally asked, “Aren’t you going to ask about those people?”

Si Qiu thought about it seriously, then shook her head. “Your arrangements just now were already good. As for the rest of them… aren’t they all bad people?”

Elias nodded slightly. “Yes. Very bad people.”

What he didn’t say was—he was also a very bad person.

Then he saw Si Qiu lower her head again and continue playing with her phone.

Elias’s lips curved slightly. He hadn’t expected this reaction from her, but this was actually better. People by his side didn’t need to have too strong a sense of morality.

And if Si Qiu did, then in the future… he wouldn’t mind hiding some things from her.

At that moment, the cruise ship outside—used for organ trafficking—had already been blown into wreckage. Most of the people had ended up in the sea, while a small number were executed by gunfire from the ships.

Only seven people were truly brought out alive.

But even so, Song Xiaxia was still alive. When she was captured by the bodyguards, she screamed in terror.

She didn’t understand what had happened. In her previous life, none of this had occurred—she should have already boarded a helicopter by now, gone to another ship, and met that man.

The seven survivors were being searched, preparing to be transferred onto another vessel.

Song Xiaxia suddenly recognized the tall man in a black suit standing opposite her.

“Karl! You’re Karl! I know your boss, Elias!”

In her previous life, Karl had been one of Elias’s subordinates, always like a shadow following behind him.

Karl raised his hand to stop the people who were about to drag her away. “Take her onto the ship.”

He didn’t believe a word she said, but how did this woman know him and the boss?

He looked at her—her short skirt tightly wrapped around her body, clearly one of the women kept on that ship for entertaining VIPs. But even so, how did she know them?

The woman was locked inside a narrow cabin.

Karl quickly went upstairs to report the situation to the boss.

Hearing this, Si Qiu at the side frowned slightly. The way Karl described the woman… sounded more and more like Song Xiaxia.

If that was the case, then Elias had likely just blown up a ship involved in human trafficking.

Elias stood up, preparing to go see for himself. Si Qiu immediately got up as well and grabbed his arm.

“I’m going too.”

Elias thought for a moment, then didn’t take her with him. Instead, he ordered them to bring the person here.