"Zach, you're thinking way too small!"
"You've disappointed This Emperor, too!"
Blackbeard's face had gone ashen. It was clear he wanted answers before he died.
How had he been exposed?
Whether planning or carrying out their actions, he'd been watching everyone around him, openly and in secret. He was certain there wasn't a traitor among them.
But this had happened three times in a row.
Three whole times.
Each time, Gild Tesoro had shown up right on time, like some kind of guardian angel.
The feeling was terrifying.
It was as if someone knew exactly what he wore under his clothes, whether it was lace or plain fabric, even what color it was. He had no privacy, no secrets.
His life was hanging in someone else's hands at any moment.
That feeling of helplessness and despair was unbearable.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go.
"I just want to know how I was exposed. Even if I have to die, I want to die knowing the truth."
Blackbeard glared, his eyes bloodshot.
No matter how hard he racked his brain, he just couldn't figure it out.
"Zach!"
"This era is called Gai!"
An aura of evil blazed around him, but Gild Tesoro didn't give Blackbeard an answer.
It was completely irrelevant.
Absurd.
Before Blackbeard could make sense of it, he let out another scream.
The pinky on his other hand had been broken too.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Just like last time, Blackbeard, Lafitte, and the others were subjected to another merciless beating. Even the bystanders winced just watching.
In the end,
Blackbeard and his men helped one another to their feet.
Their faces were bruised and swollen, and their eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.
Gild Tesoro had let them go again.
What on earth was he