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The instant Green was tackled and dragged away, two thoughts sprang into Sifa's mind: save him or not?

He chose the former in an instant and charged off at tremendous speed, chasing the direction from which Green's voice had come.

Only then did the Mandated Punishers' squad and Bishop Miller react. When they turned around, they saw the bearded Sklev lower his rifle and shake his head.

"It was too fast. I couldn't lock onto it."

"What was that? A wild beast?" Bishop Miller asked.

Sklev shook his head. "No. There are no wild beasts like that in Damir Port. At least, I've never seen one in the three years I've been here."

"Bishop, should we go help that Hunter?" Roldo, with his thick lips, gripped "2-04," eager to try it out.

After a brief consideration, Bishop Miller shook his head. "No, we can't catch up with them. Besides, this isn't the time to split up our forces."

At that moment, they saw firelight suddenly flare above the distant jungle, followed by muffled, faint explosions.

"Looks like Mr. Rayleigh is a Pyromaniac." Roldo looked thoughtful.

At that moment, Sifa was using the light from the Fireballs exploding high above to search for Green's location.

He had chased after him for two reasons.

Green was also a Contacter. If anything happened to him, no one knew whether the curse would worsen.

Furthermore, Sifa expected to spend more time at sea in the future, and the Church of Storms had churches and stationed personnel on most islands. He might have to deal with the Church of Storms someday, so Sifa wanted to leave them with as good an impression as possible.

By then, Green's cries could no longer be heard. After a moment's thought, flames suddenly burst from the soles of Sifa's