Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

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Rowett lowered his eyes absent-mindedly, his gaze falling on his hand.

    The cut on the inside of his hand had been properly treated, the snow-white gauze was tightly wrapped around his hand, and the remaining blood stains had also been washed away.

    He twisted his fingertips.

    The soft touch of the merman’s tongue seems to remain on the surface of his skin, moist and cold, winding slowly like a snake, with a sense of strangeness and danger from a different race, like a kiss from the god of death from the deep sea.

    The fingers gradually tightened, as if to wanting to hold something tightly in the palm, and red blood stains slowly appeared on the gauze, as it was soaked through little by little.

    The young Emperor stared at his injured palm calmly, as if he didn’t notice the slightest pain.

    His eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down slightly.

    At this time, a thick pile of all the information related to the sirens was meticulously sent to the table in front of Rowett by an attendant, who then quickly minimized his presence and retreated from the room as fast as possible—everyone that could stay on his side long enough knew that the fickle Emperor didn’t like getting disturbed, and they were not willing to face the possible consequences of angering the other.

    Rowett retracted his gaze, raised his hand to take the pile of materials he had ordered to collect, and simply flipped through it.

    All these myths and legends were basically the same. The testimonies of fishermen and sailors who claim to had seen siren were often made up tales. The image constructed from the summing up all of the information was not much different from that of the merchant.

    These sea monsters were cruel in nature, beautiful in appearance, and fed on bewitched sailors.

    Rowett narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and his gaze fell on the frozen screen on the side of the screen — in the water-stained camera lens, two white lotus-like arms wrapped around the victim’s shoulders like vines. The long blue-purple hair that dangled spread on the wet ground, as if it was a big net that captured people on sight, even if his throat was bitten, blood gushing out like a fountain, the man’s figure didn’t show the slightest sighs of struggling.

    The cold and moist touch on his fingers became clear again.

    Rowett threw the information back on the desk, and the heavy file smashed with a loud bang.

    He lowered his eyes with an unpredictable expression, and raised his hand to touch his wounded gauze that had been soaked in blood. There was a dark emotion in his heart about to move.

    Willis…

    It was really too cheap for him to be able to leave in this way.

    Rowett tapped with his finger, and the monitor picture in the glass room instantly zoomed in on the screen, faithfully presenting the picture recorded—

    the side of the pool.

    Various flavours of candies were stacked into hills, and the words on the packaging were of different origins. They were placed in crystal vessels and placed within reach of one’s hands. The same exquisite human food was also placed next to them. ——obviously, the temporary owner quickly understood the peculiar taste of this merman, and quickly made corresponding preparations.

    The bowl containing the food was mostly empty, and several torn candy wrappers were scattered to the side.

    Ge Xiu slowly licked the sweet sugar ball, the sweet taste of the candy in his mouth greatly diminished the previous irritability and anxiety.