The Pirate Adventure That Began with Turning Down Red-Hair's Invitation

But Enel was different. Killing someone had never been a big deal to him.

Spandam and the Marines behind him stared in shock and disbelief.

"How is this possible..." Cold sweat beaded on Spandam's forehead. "Is Jabra dead?"

Enel glanced back at him, and a sinister smile curled across his lips.

Spandam jumped and instinctively backed away.

"You're this guy's boss?" Enel asked, pointing at the thoroughly cooked Jabra.

Spandam swallowed hard and shook his head. Then he shoved the Marines behind him forward. "You—stand in his way! I'm getting out of here!"

"Huh? Sir, you can't abandon us!"

"Hey, Officer Spandam! Don't run! Wait for us!"

"Damn it, what kind of person does that? How did he ever become an officer?"

"Save the complaints. Let's get out of here too."

The Marines had all been terrified by Enel killing Jabra with a single bolt. None dared step forward.

They weren't CP9 members to begin with. They had only come because their superiors had ordered them to protect Spandam.

After watching Spandam over the past few days, none of them had much respect for a man who had ridden his father's coattails into command of CP9 and could do nothing but throw his weight around.

Besides, Spandam had been the one to order Lin Mo killed.

Now a CP9 agent had been taken out by someone clearly on Lin Mo's side. Spandam had brought it on himself. They had no intention of dying to protect a man they didn't even want to protect.

So when Spandam ran, the Marines withdrew without a moment's hesitation.

"Sir, are we just leaving Jabra?"

"He was your subordinate. Even if he's dead, shouldn't we bring back his body?"

The Marines chasing after Spandam couldn't help asking.

"I don't need weaklings under my command," Spandam