"See that? He may be a teenager, but he's vicious when he kills. No wonder they call him Ghost Hand!"
Bastille seemed to have guessed what Bellemere was thinking. He pointed at Ye Chen as he spoke.
Only now did Bellemere understand how dangerous Ye Chen was. Until now, he hadn't made a move and had seemed like such a likable kid. But every strike he made now was meant to kill, and he fought with brutal force.
Of course, Bellemere understood why Ye Chen had to do it. The Marines wanted to kill him. Was he supposed to stand there and let them?
"Nami..."
Hearing the commotion outside, Nojiko leaned over the windowsill and looked through the glass at the street. When she saw Ye Chen fighting the Marines, she called out to Nami.
Nami hurried over and looked out beside Nojiko. She couldn't help jumping in fright.
Crack!
A Marine was about to fire when a dark blur flashed before his eyes. Moving like a ghost, Ye Chen seized the barrel of his gun with his left hand. "You call this a gun?" he sneered.
With a twist of his wrist, Ye Chen snapped the barrel in two.
The Marine froze. A cold flash swept across his chest, and with a wet thrust, a sword pierced his heart. He slumped to the ground, unwilling to accept it.
Five Marines charged Ye Chen and swung their swords at him together. He neither dodged nor retreated. Oto flashed again and again.
Their blades struck him with a series of metallic clangs, but did nothing. Ye Chen's sword whirled, every stroke fatal. Oto was like the Death God's scythe; wherever its gleam passed, blood sprayed.
The Marines kept surging forward in a dark tide, yet Ye Chen remained unscathed. He moved