The Rise and Fall of the Tide

[Part ① · The Long Journey]

The sudden turn of events threw Wen Bucai into turmoil. He couldn't tell which Jack Martin was the real one. Drunkard's destructive power and speed could shatter a human brain in an instant and put an end to this vendetta once and for all—but he couldn't do it.

If they couldn't find the real Big Leader, if they couldn't separate Jack Martin and Big Leader into two distinct individuals, then this curse that bound them together in life and death would take the most important companion in their lives.

That was right! Jack was his companion! A companion he couldn't abandon!

Over the long and fleeting hundred hours, Wen Bucai had had nothing but brute strength to rely on. Without Jack and Victor, if he'd had to face all the monsters and demons of the Perfume Bottle alone, he would've died without even a proper grave.

"Victor! Victor!" He grabbed David by the hair and made him identify the two men. "Which of these two is the real Jack?!"

"It's me! Me!" the little Jack on the left cried out.

"Don't listen to this nonsense! Vincent! It's me! When we first met, you stole my gun!" the little Jack on the right said, bringing up the past.

"Only five bullets! I always kept one chamber empty! My first shot was accurate, but I was afraid I might accidentally shoot someone!" the little Jack on the left added.

The little Jack on the right listed the items off as if he were reading from a catalog. "You took my cartridge belt and canteen, too!"

Wen Vincent kept yanking David Victor's head this way and that. Every time one of the Jacks spoke, Wen Bucai's rough arms dragged David to the other side so he could