"Tch, this woman doesn't look too pretty, but she's got a nice figure."

"Before I throw his into the sea and feed the sharks, I'll have some fun with his first..."

Lecherous laughter rang in his ears. A semi-conscious Sharon Forbes could feel a pair of wandering hands on his body.

She suddenly opened his eyes and forcefully swung his leg.

"Ah--!" The man screamed out in pain, clutching his crotch and rolling on the ground due to severe pain.

Sharon's eyes were cold as frost. She frowned, feeling the throbbing pain in his head, and gradually realized that she had been... reincarnated.

What's worse, she was not only kidnapped but also lost his memory. Besides his name, she couldn't remember anything else.

"You cheap wench, I'll kill you!" The recovered ruffian lunged at Sharon, his eyes full of fierce rage.

Sharon squinted his eyes and emitted an intimidating aura. With two crisp ‘crack’ sounds, she quickly dislocated his wrist, pulling his hand out of the sturdy coarse rope that bound his.

As the man lunged at his, she deftly sidestepped her. With a twist of his hand, she used the rope to strangle the man's throat from behind, throwing her to the ground.

With another two 'crack' sounds, she reconnected his wrist, tightened the rope around his neck and coldly demanded, "Who sent you to kidnap me? Speak!"

The man was strangled to a point where his face turned red. He was desperately scratching his neck, struggling like a dying fish.

Seeing that he wasn't answering, Sharon lost his patience. With a punch, she knocked her out and with disgust, she tossed away the rope and scanned the surroundings.

It seemed like she was in an old cargo hold of a ship, filled with a strong smell of mold and fish.

Lowering his head, she noticed a youngster crouching in the corner not far away.

The little guy looked around four or five years old, with a soft and cute demeanor, as delicate as an action figure. His hands were also bound by a coarse rope, and a worn-out cloth was stuffed in his mouth. His face was streaked with tears, looking pitiful.

At this moment, he seemed to be stunned and blankly stared at Sharon, even forgetting to cry.

Sharon took a deep breath and kicked the sleazy man who had fainted again. How could they not spare even a child? Damn it! Her mood was terrible.

Glancing outside, there were various noises and cheers coming from the boat cabin, people outside seemed to be having a good time.

"Very good." She found an opportunity to vent his anger. Sharon picked up a steel pipe from a corner and strutted towards the boat cabin.

There was a rustling noise from behind. Sharon stopped in his tracks and glanced sideways at the little boy. The little guy shuffled a few steps closer to his.

Seeing his unresponsive, the little guy seemed to muster up courage, and shuffled closer again. And then closer. He tilted his head to look at his, revealing a stiff, pleasing smile that looked clumsy, yet adorable.

"Wait here." Sharon gently patted the tiny critter's furry head before striding out once more.

Inside the ship cabin.

Several hulking men were engaged in a lively card game.

Someone noticed Sharon's figure. "Plop", a cigar fell out of his mouth onto the ground.

"Boss, that woman..."

"What woman? Are you lusting after women now? Hahaha…" The head of the kidnappers spouted crude comments, unintentionally glancing sideways.

The moment he saw Sharon, his pupils contracted immediately.

The woman was stained with blood, radiating an intense aura of ruthlessness and chilliness. She was holding a steel pipe, heading towards them.

"Damn it, this bitch actually got out! What are you waiting for, attack!"

The henchmen swarmed his, none of them fully aware of Sharon's actions.

By the time the head kidnapper could react, the floor was littered with bodies writhing in pain. The head kidnapper was shocked.

Sharon, holding the steel pipe in his hand, stepped forward. Fresh blood trickled down from the pipe, seeping into the crevices of the wooden floor.

She tilted his head, a lazy look in his eyes, his voice wild and bandit-like, "Five seconds. Be quick."

The head kidnapper gritted his teeth and charged forward with a knife.

With a few 'bangs', the gang leader was also pounded into submission, his head bleeding and sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.

This was done within less than five seconds.

Sharon picked out a kidnapper who was still barely able to move and had her tie up all the other kidnappers, including himself, in a corner.

She then stepped forward and kicked the man unconscious, casually dropping the steel pipe and turning to look towards the direction of the cargo hold.

"Come out now."

A little, reddish-head child peeked out from inside the door.

Soon after, he toddled towards Sharon, his short legs 'tap tap tapping' as he ran.

With his small hands bound in front of her, he stealthily gripped the corner of Sharon clothes.

He looked up at Sharon, his big, black eyes sparkled, filled with admiration.

Sharon looked down and gently pulled out the cloth stuffed in the little one's mouth.

She then undid his bindings.

The little one immediately clung to his leg; his eyes somewhat fearful as he looked towards the corner where the kidnappers were.

"Don't be afraid," Sharon said indifferently.

The gang leader glared at his, trembling as he asked, "Who... who are you?"

Sharon smirked. With his lips bright as a ripe fruit and full of sarcasm, she retorted: "You kidnapped me, and now you're asking who I am?"

The kidnapper, with a bruised face, fearfully said, “Just you wait, the people I work for won’t let you get away with this!”

“Oh?”

Sharon tilted his head, with a smirk on his lips.

The next second, she sensed something amiss and rapidly looked up towards the outside of the ship's cabin.

The ship had at some point, stopped moving.

Outside, dozens of ships had them tightly surrounded.

The heavy and steady footsteps approaching from the deck brought with it an oppressive air.

Sharon shielded the youngster behind his. Before she could react, the cabin door was forcefully flung open from the outside.

A black-clothed bodyguard paved the way.

A tall figure, carrying a thick and palpable killing intent, strode in.

Sharon locked eyes with a pair of cold-as-ice eyes.

She had to admit, the man before his benefitted greatly from his astonishing good looks, such refined features eliciting a sense of awe from Sharon.

He stood among the crowd, exuding immense coldness, as if he existed in an isolated timeline, devoid of the warmth of human touch.

He lifted his hand, fiddling with a strand of black Buddhist prayer beads.

As Sharon looked at the prayer beads, a wave of severe headache overwhelmed his, causing his to sway for a moment.

In this split second.

The man coldly moves his thin lips: "Tyson Gray."

The tall figure, like a ghostly shadow, swiftly moves behind Sharon.

Taking advantage of his distraction, he delivers a swift chop.

Sharon immediately loses consciousness, collapsing limply...

Just before his vision fades entirely, she glimpses a fleeting image – the man in black reaches out to catch his fall, his expression unreadable.

Who is he, and why does he seem so familiar?

As darkness closes in, only one thought dominates his mind: she must uncover the truth about his past, no matter the cost.