The Assassins Fled in Defeat

The assassins' expressions began to change. They had expected this operation to go much more smoothly. Their enemies were merely a handful of Marine officers. How could they possibly match trained assassins like them?

But reality dealt them a brutal blow.

Those Marine elites who had once seemed so ordinary had reacted in an astonishingly short time and launched a counterattack without hesitation.

Worse still, several of the Marine fighters proved skilled enough to give them trouble.

"Damn it!"

One assassin's face darkened as he silently cursed his own overconfidence.

Earlier, he had easily taken down several Vice Admirals, and even some veteran Marines had barely warranted his attention.

Now, however, he could plainly feel the strength of the people before him. Huo Shaoshan in particular charged at him with such ferocity that he could barely cope.

"Quick, kill them!"

His commander's low voice broke through his thoughts.

As the situation around them steadily unraveled, the assassins realized their plan had spiraled out of control.

They were still killing, but the growing counterattack from the Neo Marines was putting them under increasing pressure.

"Heh..."

One assassin gave a scornful laugh, his eyes cold. He drew a slender dart from inside his clothes and swiftly hurled it at Garp's neck.

The dart sliced through the air with a rush of wind, streaking toward him like a phantom.

But Garp had already sensed the danger. He reacted instantly, jerking his body sideways and relying on his extraordinary reflexes to evade the lethal strike.

The dart grazed his clothing and buried itself in the wall.

He grinned, seemingly unconcerned by his brush with danger.

"Is that all you've got?"

Garp laughed, disdain glinting in his eyes.

The assassin froze for a moment, then abruptly swung his sword at Garp's neck. Huo Shaoshan's Marine