Blueno's expression shifted dramatically.
As a man, he understood perfectly well what Lancelot's look meant—it was absolute determination to claim Kalifa.
And who was Lancelot? An Admiral candidate, possessing strength rivaling even Kaido's.
Facing such a figure, even if Kalifa was one of CP0's members, she might not escape his grasp.
Most importantly, this guy had connections in the Holy Land.
Otherwise, his father wouldn't have been able to secure the position of CP1 chief.
"So fragrant!"
Lancelot let out a sly chuckle, then—under Blueno's utterly shocked gaze—slapped his palm against Kalifa's firm and perky rear.
"Mm!"
Caught off guard by the sudden assault, Kalifa let out a sound that invited wild imaginings.
A blush instantly spread across Kalifa's face, though it was unclear whether from anger or embarrassment.
She immediately leaped away, creating distance from her assailant, then turned to face behind her.
This time, Lancelot didn't tease her further, simply standing there calmly.
With just one glance, Kalifa froze in place.
The man before her was not only tall and imposing but exuded a sense of formidable power.
It was as if a colossal beast lurked within him—merely standing there, doing nothing, he radiated an intangible pressure.
Simultaneously, he carried the noble aura unique to aristocracy. Coupled with a handsome yet heroically rugged face.
It was contradictory, clashing. Yet precisely these conflicting qualities endowed him with a deadly charm.
Especially for women—it was truly lethal.
Even Kalifa, who had always operated in the shadows, felt somewhat stirred. It was hard to imagine how inexperienced young girls would react upon seeing him.
Wouldn't they fall for him at first sight?
At the same time, she could still feel the sensation of his hand on her rear, as if his touch lingered.
An unusual feeling stirred within her heart...
The blush on her face deepened slightly.
"Hah..." Kalifa took a deep breath, struggling to calm herself.
Then, she stared directly at Lancelot's face.
A moment of stunned silence followed—she finally recognized exactly who this man taking liberties with her was.
"Hiss..."
She couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
She let out a soft gasp, "Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral Lancelot."
Then she turned to look at Blueno, the fury in her eyes almost enough to devour him whole.
"I... I... This... This... If I say this is a misunderstanding, would you believe me?"
Faced with Kalifa's rage, Blueno's heart trembled, and his words stumbled.
Lancelot, however, looked at Kalifa and chuckled softly, giving her a meaningful glance.
Then, he turned to Blueno, "Now that we've finished admiring the beauty, shouldn't we get down to business?"
Upon hearing this, Blueno seemed to grasp his last lifeline.
He quickly opened a spatial door in front of him and fled inside as if escaping.
Seeing this, the smile on Lancelot's face deepened.
"Soru..."
In the next moment, Lancelot vanished from his original position.
"Not good!"
Kalifa's expression changed drastically.
Though she understood that this man wouldn't kill her, his earlier actions surely hinted at some ill intentions.
So, she steeled herself, fully alert.
Sure enough, the next moment.
Lancelot's figure appeared right in front of her.
Before she could react, his arm was already wrapped around her slender waist.
He pulled her forcefully into his embrace.
Kalifa froze in place—she had never been this close to a man before.
For a moment, she was at a loss. Especially now, as she felt his firm chest and his intense masculine aura, all of it challenged her heart.
"I never expected you to be so sensitive!"
Lancelot smirked mischievously.
When he had patted Kalifa earlier, he had already noticed something.
Now, seeing Kalifa in his arms, gradually losing herself, he immediately drew a conclusion.
She had a one-in-a-million sensitive constitution.
And women with such a constitution were invariably treasures in bed. I
f such a woman also had a beautiful face, a perfect figure, and an elegant demeanor, then she was undoubtedly a rare gem in the mortal world.
At that moment, Kalifa seemed to snap out of it and pushed Lancelot with all her might.
But Lancelot remained as immovable as a mountain.
Frustrated, Kalifa glared at him.
As the saying goes, when you're weak enough, your anger only appears adorably fierce in others' eyes.
Your resistance is merely a source of amusement.
That was exactly how Kalifa was now.
Tsk, tsk...
He gave a wicked smile, then leaned close to Kalifa's ear and whispered softly, "Remember this—from now on, you are my woman. Wait here obediently. Once I've finished my business, I'll come back for you."
His words were light and gentle.
But to Kalifa, they sounded utterly indisputable.
It was a declaration, a command, not a request!
Her wishes didn't matter; what mattered was what she had to do.
Seeing Kalifa's resistant expression, Lancelot leaned in closer, "What, you don't want to?"
He drew nearer and nearer, until they were almost nose to nose.
Kalifa: "I... I... understand."
"Hahaha..."
Lancelot released her, then laughed triumphantly. He then walked toward the spatial door.
As he passed by Kalifa, his hand once again patted her fragrant rear.
"Ah!"
Kalifa let out another exclamation, leaping back like a startled rabbit and covering her delicate rear as she darted seven or eight meters away before stopping.
When she turned back, the spatial door had vanished. Along with it disappeared that audacious fellow.
For a moment, she couldn't decipher her own emotions.
They were overwhelmingly complex—anger, annoyance, embarrassment, fear, reminiscence, anticipation... Yes, there was even reminiscence and anticipation.
She herself couldn't understand why she felt these two emotions.
"What's going on?"
The commotion had drawn attention.
Three figures rushed over swiftly: Lucci, Kaku, and Jabra.
"Huh?"
When they saw Kalifa's slightly flushed face, all three froze in place.
Having been together for twenty to thirty years, they knew each other intimately.
Yet this was the first time they had ever seen Kalifa display such a girlish demeanor.
Lucci, Kaku, and Jabra were filled with curiosity, quickly scanning the entire room.
It was as if they were trying to find the person who had made Kalifa react this way.
After all, they were as close as family.
If there really was such a person, they would be happy for Kalifa. But... that wouldn't stop them from giving him a beating first.
Their little sister wasn't someone who could be won over so easily!
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