By the time the other two assassins arrived at the sound of the screams, Jill the Mad Bear lay in a pool of blood.
Blood poured from his wounds. Banjes had shown no mercy. In the blink of an eye, the once-powerful Jill had been beaten like a dog. He lay curled up, foaming at the mouth and still twitching.
"Banjes... spare his life."
They had fought through life and death together. Jeka the Demon Hand could not bear to watch, and he pleaded for Jill.
"Hmph..."
Bloodlust gleamed in Banjes's eyes. His anger was far from spent, and Jeka's words fell on deaf ears. But beside him, Nacia writhed harder and harder like a water snake, murmuring incessantly. Banjes snorted and told Jeka and the other assassin, "Get him out of here. The farther away, the better. I don't want to see him again. If I do, I'll kill him myself."
Neither of them doubted Banjes. For the sake of their years together as assassins, Jeka hurriedly picked Jill up and carried him away. Banjes might change his mind at any moment, and if he did, Jill was finished.
"But..."
Once they were far away, Jeka grew frantic. He had no idea where to leave Jill. His injuries were too severe; he needed treatment immediately. Left alone, he would die.
"Hm..."
As Jeka struggled over what to do, a dark figure suddenly appeared on the rocks by the distant shore. Its outline wavered in the moonlight like a ghost.
"You're..."
"Ghost Hand Ye Chen!"
At Kuro's warning, Ye Chen and his companions had hurried aboard their ship and left Whiskey Peak. But shortly after they set sail, Kuro said regretfully, "If we struck while they're like this, we could take out a few of those assassins. With some luck,