The surging river carried a biting chill, while a thin mist lingered on both banks.
When Sabbio arrived beneath the river embankment carrying five large, flat, pancake-shaped explosives, four familiar figures were already busy there.
"Arne, Harry, Blitz Simo, Hone Simo!"
By the light of the sporadically swaying flames, Sabbio recognized their faces and cried out in surprise.
His voice echoed beneath the empty embankment, shattering the deathly silence.
The four of them had all been assigned to guard the docks tonight, yet they had appeared here at the same time.
"It's you."
"Where's Iztok? Don't tell me you're the one who survived."
"How strange. We bet you'd definitely be the one to die."
Hearing the voice, the group turned around. The moment they saw Sabbio's "wise" face, they were all somewhat surprised.
The dock guards worked in pairs.
The shrewder Iztok had failed to survive. Instead, the fool Sabbio had earned the qualification to join them.
"What do you mean, I'd definitely be the one to die!"
Sabbio swept his vicious gaze around the group, clearly displeased by their malicious mockery.
Yet in the next second, he remembered his current predicament and instantly deflated like a punctured balloon.
"Do you all know what just happened? Those two bastards, Jansen and Mircea, must be insane. They actually shot Iztok to death with hand crossbows!"
"I can guarantee that Iztok didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy. With a whoosh, they shot straight through his heart!"
When he recalled the terrifying scene that had just unfolded before his eyes, large beads of cold sweat repeatedly seeped from Sabbio's forehead.
Even now, he still didn't understand how Iztok had offended those two badly enough for them to kill him so ruthlessly.
"And there's more."
"Darling, I suggest you shut that