Chapter 482: Burning of the Island

"Run!" Kelvin shouted, grabbing her slender wrist and running towards the cave... but it was too late. Dozens of black-robed judges and strangely dressed international pirates descended from the ship, each holding various weapons. As they ran, bullets rained down on them from behind or to the side, forcing innocent fish and shrimp out of the water as their bodies were pierced by bullets and blood splattered everywhere. Cheyenne was wearing a long chiffon dress that made it difficult for her to run; she almost tripped several times on her hem. In his desperation, Kelvin suddenly crouched down, pressing one hand against her knee while using his other hand to tear off the lower half of her skirt. Snap! The sound of fabric tearing rang in Cheyenne's ears as she looked down in shock at the brightly colored red chiffon floating away like a flag in the wind. Her legs below her knees suddenly felt cold as her long dress turned into a mid-length dress. But now she had no time to admire it