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When she noticed the siblings’ serious expressions, Heather tilted her head and pondered before she
responded, “Those people are not young. One of them claims to be the Tucker Cult Master, who is someone
very famous in the World Universe continent—”
‘Watson Tucker? So, it’s them!’
Ambrose’s eyes lit up as he sneered before Heather could finish talking. “These bastards came to the
Ruins Sea. What a coincidence! I will not spare them if I see them.”
When Yang Jian led the North Moana Army and invaded the World Universe continent, Watson’s Tucker Cult
and some other sects decided to flee and not defend their homeland in the war. After they reached
Donghai City, they seized the civilians’ fishing boats—an absolutely horrible act!
Ambrose and Eira saw them; they tried their best to stop Watson and the others from running away with
the stolen boats, but they were not successful. Ambrose vowed that if he saw them again, he would teach
those scum a lesson. He did not expect an opportunity would come so soon—Watson and the others had
appeared in the Sea Mackie Clan’s territory.
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Ambrose was furious, but he was also a little curious.
He wondered how Watson and the other sects that amounted to tens of thousands of people would only
have a few men left. Where were the rest?
Just as Ambrose thought about that, Heather led the way toward the largest residence on Coral Island.
Similar to the other buildings, the residence was also made of shells. Dozens of giant shells that were several
meters high were stacked to form a unique and magnificent structure. It seemed simple, but it looked luxurious
and elegant.
Ambrose and Eira quickly trailed after Heather.
Along the way, they saw many people from the Sea Mackie Clan. All of them were handsome men and beautiful
women, and they all greeted Heather respectfully. At the same time, they threw curious glances at Ambrose and
Eira.
“Heather, you are back?”
When they approached the intended residence, a person with an ancient voice emerged slowly; a dozen people
accompanied him. He had a white beard and a ruddy complexion, and he wore a robe made of fish scales and
sea beasts’ skins. He also had a majestic aura.
It was Heather’s father, Hacken, the Head of the Sea Mackie Clan!
Hacken looked at Heather lovingly; his love and care for her were displayed through his eyes. Heather had
ventured outside a day ago, and she had not come home. Hacken was very anxious, and he sent many people to
search for Heather, but there was no clue.
Just as Hacken convened the clan to discuss the search methods, his daughter was home safe and sound. Hacken
was overjoyed.
“Father!” Heather yelled as she ran into Hacken’s arms.
“Where have you been?” Hacken asked softly as he stroked her daughter’s hair.
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Heather smiled and said, “A bad guy chased after me, and I kept swimming to get away from him. I was
almost at the border of the Ruins Sea when I met my savior; he killed the bad guy and saved me.”
Heather still felt a little scared as she narrated the incident. ‘Savior?’
Hacken was stunned to hear that. Then, he looked at Ambrose and Eira. “Are they your savior?”
Hacken looked at Ambrose and Eira as he spoke, and he noticed that the siblings were quite young.
Ambrose was handsome, while Eira was youthful and charming.
Heather nodded and signaled to Ambrose and Eira. “This is my father, the Head of the Sea Mackie Clan.”
Ambrose and Eira were about to approach the Hacken when… “Wait!”
A person walked forward as he shouted to stop them. He wore a satin robe, and he had a dark complexion.
He looked cunning too. It was Watson.
Watson eyed Hacken with frustration.