A Black Blade silently stabbed toward Jeff Carter's back. Axia, standing only a step away from Jeff, failed to notice it.
Most of Jeff's attention was focused on Noah, so he did not notice either. Only Mo, who had remained vigilant, spotted it. He could never forget how his predecessor had been killed. A Black Blade, silent infiltration techniques—Number Two had murdered his predecessor right in front of everyone.
"Jeff!" Mo abandoned the exhausted Noah and stepped in front of Jeff.
Even though Mo concentrated all his Armament Haki in his chest, the blade still pierced into his chest cavity.
There was not a sound. When Jeff turned around, he saw only Mo clutching a shadowy figure with both hands. The figure held a dagger with nothing but a hilt left in its right hand; the blade had sunk completely into Mo's body.
Jeff's eyes instantly turned red. He fired his Sniper Rifle wildly, pouring Armament Haki into it and blasting the figure full of holes.
"It's... not over yet..." Before Mo could finish speaking, he collapsed.
"Uncle Mo!" Axia went completely mad. Squeezing every last bit of energy from her body, she unleashed her ability and entered Number Two's body at the same time Jeff attacked.
Rono also sensed Mo's death. The killing intent in his heart could no longer be restrained. He roared like a beast, all reason gone from his eyes, leaving only a scarlet haze. His muscles grew stronger as he fought Solomon in a life-or-death struggle.
Solomon was initially delighted to see Number Two arrive, but Rono's storm-like assault soon left him miserable.
Jeff did not understand Mo's final words. He kicked Number Two's corpse, which lay there like a rag, in fury.
"Pfft."
With a soft sound, the figure on the ground turned into