Chapter 60 Governor

Even Charles, who never paid much attention to current events, often heard gossips about the Governor, who despite being male, preferred men.

This wasn't really an issue, it was quite normal, but the fact that he brazenly married six husbands was a bit too outrageous.

Fortunately, apart from his sexual preferences, he put some effort into the administrative management and people's welfare on Coral Island, and the islanders were quite satisfied with him.

A golden car pulled up next to the dock and stopped, the Governor didn't get out, as if waiting for someone.

At that moment, row after row of policemen in black uniforms swarmed out in great numbers, nearly a thousand, and they quickly dispersed the crowd in the Dock District.

Laborers moving cargo and fish merchants were driven away one after another, and the bustling dock area became unusually quiet.

When a light suddenly illuminated the coastline that merged with the Darkness, Charles finally knew whom he was waiting for.

One, two, three, exactly three steamboats, each nearly as long as the Titanic, approached the shore with piercing sirens and an overwhelming sense of oppression.

As Margaret, who was by the window, saw the flag crossed with long spears and cannons on those ships, she couldn't control her excitement, "Mr. Charles! That's my father's ship! He has come to pick me up! I can go home now!!"

Nico, wrapped in his fluffy white cape, stepped down from the car, watching the giant steamboats approaching. He smiled and clapped his hands as about ten heavily armed warships from the side of the dock raised their cannons, aiming at the three giant ships.

The huge steamboats were stuck outside the harbor, unable to get closer, despite the continuous flag signals from the sailors onboard. The warships remained indifferent, threatening not to let them pass with military force.

"Boom!" A loud cannon sound from afar, and a dark figure hurtled directly towards the dock.

As the object approached, Charles saw clearly and his pupils shrank—it was not a cannonball, but a man, a burly fellow with a big belly and a large beard.

He slammed hard into the ground and then bounced up, miraculously stabilizing himself as if nothing had happened.

"Indeed, no one who becomes a Governor is simple, actually using his body as a cannonball," Charles thought to himself in shock.

"Let's go, we're heading over." Charles grabbed the young girl beside him, jumped out of the window, and landed on the adjacent rooftop, swiftly making their way towards the dock by stepping on chimneys and tiles.

"Nico! What is the meaning of this!" Daniel shouted furiously at the Governor of Coral Island, completely ignoring the guns pointed at him by those around.

Listening to the roar of the Governor of He Fang Island, Nico indifferently trimmed his shiny nails with a small nail file.

"You come here with three Royal Giants to someone's island, and you ask me what I mean?"

"I've already told you in the telegram!! I came to find my daughter!" His expression was like that of an enraged lion.

"Humph~, six years ago, you and young Arthur said the same thing, and then his island became yours."

The quick whistles of the police forced both men to cease their argument, as they turned their heads towards the noise.

A dark-haired young man with a scar across his face and a young girl were leaping between rooftops like agile monkeys, quickly arriving in front of them.

Seeing that the suspects were approaching the Governor, the police nearby began to draw their guns.

"Father!" An utterly excited Margaret was about to rush over, but Charles grabbed her.

Looking at both of them, Nico, his eyes thick with eyeshadow, blinked. "Put all guns down; I seem to recall this handsome young man."

"Damn it! It was you who kidnapped my daughter!" the Governor of He Fang Island shouted angrily, clenching his fists and ready to charge.

"Father, it's not what you think, Mr. Charles is a good man, he's the one who saved me."

Facing her furious father, Margaret hurriedly explained everything that had happened.

After hearing his daughter's account, Daniel coldly glanced at Charles and said, "Since it was a misunderstanding, release my daughter now!"

Before Charles could speak, Margaret reminded him. "Father, have you forgotten? You haven't paid Mr. Charles the promised five million yet."

Faced with his daughter's thoughtful reminder, his thick lips quivered, and ultimately, he said nothing, took out a check from his pocket, and fiercely threw it to the ground.

As the check fell to the ground, Charles quickly snatched it out of the air with a flick of his hand.

"Father!" Margaret rushed over excitedly and hugged Daniel around the belly, their large and small bodies presenting a comical sight to everyone.

"How are you? Have you been mistreated at all? Tell Father, and I will avenge you!" Governor was visibly anxious as he looked over his daughter.

"No, I owe it all to Mr. Charles—he saved me."

Daniel, with hostility in his eyes, glanced at Charles and grabbed his daughter's hand, walking toward the sea. "Let's go home; your mother has nearly cried her eyes out because of you."

"Wait, I want to talk to Mr. Charles for a moment."

"Why would you want to speak to that kind of person? Let's go home!" Without letting his daughter say another word, Daniel turned and walked away with her.

Under everyone's gaze, the Governor of He Fang Island walked across the water surface toward the distant giant ship.

Resting her head on her father's shoulder, Margaret looked reluctantly at the young man on the dock, thinking he might say something, but he remained silent.

Watching his composed face, she recalled all the events of their time together.

She suddenly wanted to ask her father to stay a bit longer, but ultimately, she kept silent.

"Mr. Charles! Goodbye! I will send you a telegram!!" Tears slid from the corners of the young girl's eyes.

Upon hearing this, Daniel's face darkened, and he quickened his pace considerably.

"Smart kid, managing to extort money from Daniel. But your heart isn't dark enough; if I got my hands on his daughter, she'd fetch far more than that," Nico leaned toward the young man, his heavy perfume assailing Charles's nostrils.

Charles quietly stepped back two paces. "You jest, Governor. For a small fry like me, five million is quite enough."

Those five million were just to vex him a bit; to truly ask for a lion's share would mean getting the money but not living to spend it.

Nico, intrigued, watched the young man before him. "Are you the one who caused a scene in Sodoma, making the 'King' lose face?"

Charles was slightly taken aback—the Governor sure was well-informed to know such details so quickly. "Yes, it was I who killed the 'King'."

But Nico's next words startled Charles.

"No, you didn't kill him; if he were so easily defeated, he wouldn't be the 'King' of Sodoma. As far as I know, there is no one in the whole Earth Sea who could kill him."

Charles remembered the body sinking to the sea floor, feeling a chill inside, "His half-head was cut off, and he didn't die? Is that guy even human?"

"Young man, you're quite impressive. Come visit me at my island's center sometime; we could get to know each other better," Nico said before turning and walking toward the shiny golden automobile.

Charles immediately dismissed the idea in his mind—he certainly did not wish to become this man's seventh husband.

Looking at the five million check in his hand, Charles sighed, a sense of closure washing over him; with these funds, he wouldn't have to worry about finances for a while.

Charles pocketed the check, looked around, and said to a white mouse in the crowd, "Lily, gather the crew, the vacation is over—it's time to set sail."