Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Madam Feng's face was as gloomy as water, as if she had been thrown into a bottomless, icy cold pond. The air around her seemed to be frozen by the coldness emanating from her body, becoming extremely stiff. Her expression was like an iceberg that had not melted for thousands of years. The cold air spread out, making people's bones shiver involuntarily.

That face was tightly covered by a thick, ink-like haze. The haze seemed to have substance, weighing heavily on her body and mind like a thousand-pound boulder, making every subtle expression of hers seem heavy and oppressive. Not only that, this heavy pressure also spread like a tide, almost suffocating the people around her. The air seemed to become extremely heavy, and every breath became extremely difficult, as if it took all the strength in the body to barely breathe in that thin air.

Her steps were firm and powerful, and every step she took seemed to carry the force of thunder and lightning, and a resolute spirit, like a fearless warrior, slowly and unwaveringly moving forward. Her face was extremely stern, and that expression seemed to carry the heavy pressure of thousands of mountains, making people feel afraid just by looking at her, and not daring to approach easily.

She walked straight towards the towering tower without fear. Her figure was as straight as a pine tree, as if to announce to the world that her determination was as solid as a rock and no one could shake it. Every movement she made was full of strength and determination, as if the whole world was trembling under her feet.

When she stepped into the tower, she slowly raised her head, her eyes like a blazing flame, bright and blazing, staring forward with unyielding determination. She saw a man standing quietly on the high platform, lonely and desolate, like a statue forgotten by time. His figure seemed particularly thin in the dim light, as if he could be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

He held an oil lamp tightly in his hand, which was trembling slightly. It seemed not only a tool for lighting, but also the only light of hope in this dark world, the sustenance of his soul, and the last trace of warmth in this darkness. The weak flame flickered in the darkness, as if telling of his inner fear and anxiety.

He lit the oil lamp very carefully. The weak flame trembled in the darkness, like a flame struggling in a storm, flickering with difficulty, gradually illuminating his body. He was wearing a cold and heavy armor. Every scratch and every rust on the armor seemed to be a deep mark left by the years, silently telling of his vicissitudes and fatigue. The rusty armor seemed to have witnessed countless storms and tribulations, telling the past buried deep in the dust of time. Every scratch was like a story, and every rust was like a piece of history. Those stories full of blood and tears moved people and made them sigh at the ruthlessness of time and the fragility of life.

The man faced Madam Feng, his tone was filled with deep anger and unwillingness, the voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul, with long suppressed anger, he shouted hoarsely: "We are here just to make a living, to do some small business, you call yourself a hero, feel that you are high and mighty, look down on everyone, but how have we hindered you? Why do you chase us relentlessly, force us into a desperate situation, and kill us all before you give up? We are just trying to survive, to have a place in this world, what have we done wrong?" His voice echoed in the tower, with endless resentment and helplessness. The voice was like a wounded beast roaring in despair, full of dissatisfaction with fate and anger towards Madam Feng.

When Madam Feng heard this, there was no fear or retreat on her face. She took steady steps, step by step, and moved forward firmly. Each step was made with unwavering determination. The sound of her firm footsteps echoed in the tower, as if the ground beneath her feet was shaking for her courage. Her eyes revealed a firm belief, as if nothing could stop her from moving forward. Her right hand reached to her waist without hesitation, and she pulled out the dagger with lightning speed, holding it tightly in her hand, with such force that it seemed as if she was going to crush the hilt into powder. Her movements were clean and neat, without the slightest hesitation, showing her decisiveness and determination.

At this moment, she exuded a heroic and fearless spirit like a knight. Her eyes were as cold as frost. She said coldly: "Don't you know the so-called small business you are doing? You forcibly abducted those young and beautiful women, and then used violence and threats to force them to go to other countries to sell their bodies in order to make huge profits. Has your conscience been taken away by the wolf? What you have done is simply insane and intolerable! Those women should have a bright future. They are like flowers blooming in the morning, full of vitality and hope, but because of your evil deeds, they have fallen into endless darkness and pain. Your sins are serious and unforgivable, and you will be punished as you deserve! I come here today to seek justice for those innocent women and bring you demons to justice!" Her voice was firm and powerful, and it echoed in the tower for a long time. That voice seemed to be a declaration of justice, full of scorn for evil and pursuit of justice.

After hearing these righteous words, the man was like a ignited gunpowder barrel, angry and out of control. His face instantly became extremely ugly, and his distorted face seemed like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell, hideous and terrifying. His eyes were full of bloodshot, staring at Madam Feng, and yelling at her: "What does this have to do with you? Even if you have some ability, think you are invincible, and think you are a great person, but even so, you are not qualified to meddle in our affairs! It's not your turn to point fingers at our affairs! Who do you think you are? Do you think you can change anything by yourself? It's just a daydream, wishful thinking! This world is like the law of the jungle, we are just trying to survive! Those women, they are just sacrifices, this is their fate!" His voice was full of anger and despair, as if he was making a final struggle. His body was shaking with anger, as if he might pounce on Madam Feng and fight to the death at any time.