An Uninvited Guest!

Swain's trident blade pressed mercilessly against Bullet's neck, blood staining his collar.

"You've already lost," Swain said coldly, determination gleaming in his eyes.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of fear on Bullet's face, as though he did not fear death in the least.

"So what if I lost?" he replied calmly.

"Do you think I'd submit to you over a momentary victory? That I'd willingly kneel and beg for your forgiveness?" Bullet sneered, his sharp gaze sweeping over the opponent before him.

Bullet remained composed, a hint of mockery in his smile. "Hahaha, the winner is king and the loser is a bandit. Those are the rules. I have nothing to say."

Swain's brow furrowed slightly. He had not expected Bullet to face death so calmly.

"You may speak your last words, Bullet," Swain said indifferently. He had already made up his mind.

But just then, a sense of foreboding welled up within Swain. He seemed to sense an unusual presence—one that made him deeply uneasy.

Swain abruptly stopped moving and scanned his surroundings warily, trying to find the source of that unsettling presence.

At that moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows and appeared before Swain.

"I don't need a brat like you to save me!" Bullet said stubbornly.

"You two are certainly making quite a scene." A voice rang out abruptly, like thunder cracking through the air and instantly shattering the tense atmosphere.

Swain's eyes widened at once, shock filling them. His gaze locked tightly onto the newcomer, his face written with disbelief. A tall man with vivid red hair was striding toward them with steady steps.

Bullet turned at the words, surprise equally evident in his tone. "You little brat?"

Red-Haired smiled faintly. "Come on, Bullet. Back when we were on Captain Roger's ship,