The second crossbow bolt came flying in, again targeting the very first crate. With a thunk, it grazed Evan's body and embedded itself in the wooden box, faintly overlapping the first bolt's position.
Evan had already predicted the bolt's trajectory and did not even bother to dodge.
He just did not know whether he could remain so calm if he learned that "Zorro" had already discovered his true identity...
At this moment, Evan was not thinking that far ahead. Staring at the second bolt, he formed a guess. One arrow could be a coincidence, but two bolts striking the same spot must mean something is wrong! The person in the dark might not be an enemy.
Without hesitation, he gave the order:
"Open this crate!!"
The moment he spoke, a pack of fierce Navy Soldiers led by Gary shoved aside Lion Head Buck and his men, then swiftly pried open the crate.
Nestled amid dense, soft straw were Fireworks shells larger than fists. Perhaps to enhance the festive atmosphere, each shell had been carefully covered in colored paper, making them look exceptionally well-made.
Bang!
Crash—
The entire crate was kicked over, and dozens of Fireworks shells rolled across the ground.
Evan deliberately scanned everyone present. His own men needed no mention. The merchant ship's first mate, who was directing the unloading, the sailors, and most of the workers loading goods onto wheelbarrows all looked bewildered, as though they had no idea what was happening.
Only the curly-haired Lion Head and the lackeys beside him concealed a trace of urgency beneath their agitation.
"What is the meaning of this, Captain? These are only fireworks. There is absolutely nothing else in them!" Lion Head tried to step forward to explain, but Gary blocked him. He could only keep insisting that there was