At the beginning, I summoned Li Jing, who is very cold, and I will fight against Hawkeye!

Just before Lucci and CP0 stepped into the Golden City, the whole city was filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere.

The sunlight shines on the bustling streets and magnificent buildings, reflecting dazzling light.

At this moment, Bakara, who was standing at the bow of the Black Pearl, shook the wine glass on the deck table with his left hand, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.

It’s probably the feeling of a commoner suddenly sitting on the throne and looking down on the world!

She was wearing a gorgeous dress, with a graceful and beautiful figure.

The breeze gently brushed her cheeks and lifted a few strands of hair, but it did not affect her mood at all.

Not long after, Bakara seemed to realize something and prepared to turn around and leave the Black Pearl, return to Gild Tesoro, and pretend to faint.

After all, the influence brought by the title of "Golden Emperor" is truly extraordinary.

Even though the entire Tren Adventure Group had been arrested, CP0 would never dare to take action against Gild Tesoro easily.

You know, in this world, money control is not just a simple noun, it is more like a synonym, representing endless wealth, power and status.

The only person who can truly control this synonym is Gild Tesoro.

Perhaps even the self-important nobles of Mary Geoise were unwilling to spend time and energy to cultivate another "Golden Emperor".

"It seems that staying with Gild Tesoro is my luckiest choice!" Thinking of this, Bakara couldn't help but smile slightly, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.

Paired with the exquisite dress she was wearing, she looked noble and elegant, with extraordinary temperament.

She jumped up lightly, like a dancing butterfly, and landed directly from the Black Pearl onto the cobblestone road of the street.

However, just after Bakara landed lightly, she was about to shake her long, smooth, shiny hair that fell like a waterfall as usual, when suddenly, a chill swept over her from behind.

At the same time, a slightly gloomy and oppressive voice cut through the air: "What were you doing on... Lord Tren's ship just now?"

Bakara froze in place for a moment. The voice seemed to have an invisible magic that made her body tense up involuntarily.

She stood there, motionless, and swallowed. The subtle sound behind her was like the footsteps of a devil, approaching her step by step.

Although she had a strong urge deep in her heart to turn her head to see what was going on, an inexplicable fear gripped her heartstrings.

She didn't dare to make this move easily, but her real thought was to turn around and touch it instantly, relying on the bad luck of her fruit to reverse it.

However, fate did not seem to give Bakara any chance to breathe.

The next second, an extremely ruthless hand pierced through her chest with lightning speed!

The sudden severe pain was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the depths of her soul.

In an instant, Bakara felt that the whole world began to spin and the scene in front of her became blurred.

A stream of warm liquid gushed out instantly, surging like a flood breaking through a dam.

Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, quickly staining her carefully selected exquisite dress red.

The originally snow-white skirt was now dyed a shocking bright red, like a blood flower blooming in the darkness, sad and heart-wrenching.

Bakara's eyes suddenly widened to the extreme, and her eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.

The fear came over her like a tidal wave, completely submerging her in an instant.

A strong fishy-sweet taste began to surge in her throat, and it felt like countless small insects were wriggling desperately in her throat.

She opened her mouth with difficulty, trying to make a sound for help, but in the end she could only spit out mouthfuls of foam mixed with blood.

"This..." Bakara slowly lowered her head and looked along the arm that pierced her chest.

What came into view was a woman's hand.

The hand was slender and slim, and should have been as tender and juicy as a young onion, so white and delicate that it seemed as if water would drip out if it was gently pinched.

However, at this moment, the hand was covered with scarlet blood and disgusting minced meat.

What is even more eye-catching is that there is an exquisite jade bracelet on the wrist.

As the hand moves, the jade bracelet sways gently, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

This should have been a beautiful and pleasant sound, but at this moment it sounded so creepy, like the ringing of a death knell from hell.

"For...you..." Bakara's body was shaking violently like a leaf in the wind, and every shake seemed to break her skeleton apart.

The originally beautiful face was now filled with endless fear. Her complexion was as pale as paper, completely bloodless. It was as if she had seen an evil ghost from the abyss of hell. It was creepy.

The blood that kept rising from the depths of her throat was like a flood that broke through a dam, blocking her vocalization channel and making it impossible for her to utter complete words no matter how hard she tried.

The bloody smell filled her mouth, mixed with the breath of death, almost suffocating her.

However, the person behind her had no intention of letting her go, and only a muffled "puff" sound was heard!

Another cold light flashed, and another ruthless palm actually pierced straight through her body!

The sudden pain was like a bolt of lightning that instantly struck her nerve center. Bakara instinctively wanted to scream.

But what came out of his throat was only an extremely faint whimpering sound, like the last wail of a wounded little animal before its death.

The fear that penetrated her bones was like ten thousand years of ice, rapidly spreading to every cell in her body, and even her soul was completely frozen.

In an instant, Bakara felt his mind go blank. All his thinking abilities disappeared at this moment, leaving only the instinctive reaction to the horrific scene before him.

When she used up her last bit of strength to turn her head, the scene that came into her eyes filled her eyes with despair and disbelief.

The figure that was once so familiar and should have been noble and elegant now looked like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell, so hideous and terrifying that it was chilling.

He pulled out his left hand like a weapon stained with her warm blood, and raised it high above his head, as if showing off this bloody and horrific scene to the whole world.

The originally beautiful face now looked particularly hideous due to extreme anger and distortion.

She panted and pretended to be compassionate as she said, "Why? Why are you standing there? And the cup you just drank from, that..." At this point, Albedo's expression suddenly became extremely fierce, and her eyes revealed endless murderous intent.

“That’s all Master Teren’s!!

You shameless bitch, once you've done what you're supposed to do, you should get out of here right away!

I didn't want to kill you, but you...! Hahahaha!" Accompanied by a burst of crazy laughter, the whole space was shrouded in fear and despair.

"You..." Bakara's lips moved slightly, trying to spit out the name, but in the end she lowered her head weakly, and the fire of life gradually went out in the cold darkness.

But Bakara didn't finish, Albedo still had a crazy look on her face, she grabbed Bakara's feet and dragged her away.