The man was holding his breath as he watched the two idiots, hesitating over whether to leap out and take them down, then question them about their identities. Suddenly, his neck turned cold, and something icy pressed against it.
"Move, and this blade will cut your throat. You won't get a chance to move a second time." A rather youthful voice rang out. "You can shout too, but I guarantee you'll only manage one cry at most."
The man was scared out of his wits. He had not even noticed someone getting close to him. Swallowing hard, he did not dare move.
Seeing that he had completely subdued the man, Jazz hurriedly waved for his subordinates to stop showing off their acting skills. The four men quickly ran over.
"Which organization are you from?" Jazz began the first interrogation of his life.
"This lowly one is from the Crimson Snow Pirate Group," the man answered.
"If you dare keep bullshitting our Boss, Laozi will skin you, roast you, and eat you later!" A sailor sneered. He had seen plenty of interrogations like this and could tell from the man's expression that he was lying. How could he let the inexperienced Boss Jazz lose face at a time like this? He quickly jumped in to join the interrogation.
The man felt the thing at his neck press inward, followed by a sharp pain. Something warm began flowing down his neck.
"This lowly one is a member of the hidden sentry unit of the Sixth Detachment of the Pirate Alliance's First Fleet!" The man was horrified and immediately confessed honestly.
Jazz was deeply shocked. The Pirate Alliance—it was actually the Pirate Alliance's most elite First Fleet. The Pirate Alliance, which had a bitter feud with Boss Ronglin, was on this island too,