The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

The bar at the Columbia Naval Base was still bustling with activity.

The lights in the bar are soft and warm, illuminating every corner and creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. The music echoes in the air, and the melody makes people sway to the rhythm involuntarily.

The naval soldiers gathered in twos and threes, some were talking loudly, some were talking in low voices, and some were quietly enjoying their time in the corner.

Many of them have just finished a day of training or missions, and now is the time to relax and enjoy themselves.

A blond, blue-eyed man was particularly eye-catching. He had a flamboyant smile on his face and his long curly hair gleamed in the light of the dance floor.

He was tall and handsome, holding a beautiful dancer in one hand.

His presence is like a force that cannot be ignored, attracting the attention of people around him.

His dance steps are light and confident, and he sways his body freely to the rhythm of the music. Every movement is full of power and temptation.

The dancers were attracted by his charm and surrounded him, spinning with his dance steps and enjoying the carnival of the night.

He was not only eye-catching on the dance floor, but also popular in other corners of the bar. The soldiers looked at him with envy and admiration, whispering to each other or cheering loudly, surrounding his name and his legend.

He naturally became the undisputed center of attention in the bar, for no other reason than that he was Cartiers.

Cardiles seemed to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention. His smile became even brighter, revealing a row of white and sharp teeth.

He suddenly kissed the woman next to him on the face and looked at her frightened expression with satisfaction.

The dancer in scantily clad clothes grumbled and punched Cartiers in the chest, "Hate it~"

The woman on the other side also came up, showing off her cool body, and said with seductive eyes: "Dear, don't be partial."

Seeing this, all the girls nearby gathered around.

They think very clearly that their value in the end times is their young body and beauty.

Instead of serving fat officers, it is better to spend the night with the powerful and handsome Cartiers.

What if they could be favored by him and become a woman of Ipsilon, even if it was just his lover, it would be enough for them to brag about for the rest of their lives.

After returning from Xingdao, Cartiers has been immersed in a group of women. This is simply the happiest moment for these women. As long as Cartiers is around, other men will consciously retreat and will not compete with him for women.

Cartiers drank a lot of wine tonight, and the large amount of alcohol gradually numbed his senses. He urgently needed some stimulation to enhance the pleasure.

His eyes were like those of a sharp eagle, scanning the women in the room one by one as if searching for prey.

Soon, he spotted a flash of shiny silver.

He pushed aside the woman beside him and walked over, standing directly in front of the silver-haired woman. He smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

The woman was already used to it, and nodded respectfully: "My name is Angela."

Her facial features were very cool and her makeup was simple and elegant. She stood out among a group of heavily made-up women, as if she was not here to sell her body, but a nun holding a Bible in the church.

However, this taste unexpectedly suits the interests of some officers. Next to her is a major who is quite famous in the army.

However, seeing Cardiles approaching, he tactfully let go of Angela, took a step back, and smiled ingratiatingly: "Please."

Katiles nodded with satisfaction.

He looked Angela up and down, hooked his finger, and said, "Follow me."

"Yes."

Angela said nothing, nor did she look complacent. Her expression remained calm as she followed Cartiers to the private room in the bar.

Seeing this, the women around sighed in disappointment and dispersed.

Katiles brought Angela to a private room in the bar. He closed the door and his expression changed from cynical to cold, looking a little scary.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Angela tilted her head, a hint of doubt appeared on her cold face, her voice was still light: "You misunderstood, no one sent me here."

Katiles sneered. He did not believe Angie's words. He grabbed the woman's beautiful silver hair and said viciously: "Then why have I never seen you before? Who taught you to dress like this? What do you want from me?"

Angela suddenly felt pain, and her clear eyes revealed a trace of confusion. She stared at Cartiers blankly, as if she had no intention at all: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. I really just came here yesterday."

Catilas saw that her expression did not seem fake. With his romantic character, he could not bring himself to do anything harsh to this pretty face, but he was unwilling to let go of his suspicion easily.

He threatened, "You said you came here yesterday? How did you get here? Who sent you here? Tell me!"

Angela blinked innocently, her light eyes making her whole face exude a sense of holiness.

Her tone suddenly took on a hint of sadness: "I come from the Cathedral of Saint Diya... After the end of the world, there will be no need to support so many idle people there."

She didn't finish what she was going to say, but the answer was already obvious.

"...Fuck." Cartiers let go of her hair, took a deep breath, turned around again, and said unwillingly: "Are you really a nun?"

Angela lowered her eyes and whispered, "If you don't believe it, you can ask the bishop."

"But I'm not anymore."

Her delicate eyebrows drooped, and she looked broken and sad.

Katiles was stunned for a moment, and then, as if he had no strength left, he pounded on the wall in frustration and rage, cursing under his breath.

But he quickly changed his mood, scratched his hair, shook his head, showed his white teeth and said with a grin: "Then, beautiful nun, would you like to spend some pleasant time with me?"

He walked over and lifted a strand of Angela's long silver hair, smiling and saying, "I will work very hard to express my apology."