"Thud thud thud thud..."
Just as Emma gritted her teeth and gripped the long-handled rapier, the footsteps below the deck gradually faded away. The previously uneven and dense sounds fell silent, leaving only a light and small soft footstep.
Hearing the sound of soft cloth slippers dragging on the floor, the bearded strong man who had just kowtowed and begged Emma to kill him completely suddenly trembled all over. He involuntarily took half a step toward the entrance of the deck but immediately recoiled as if bitten by a snake.
"Creak."
Accompanied by a soft sound of wood friction, the trap door on the deck of the king ship moved slightly, as if someone was trying to push it open from below.
But this trap door leading to the lower cabin had long been sealed by the Cleaners using various means. The people below had tried several times but couldn't push it open and had no choice but to laboriously raise a small fist and knock forcefully on the cracked trap door bottom.
"Daddy?"
