More than half the Pirate Crew captains the Pudora Kingdom had paid a fortune to hire were dead!
Aside from Louis Cajo, whom Chris had let go, only Middle Camino and Tristan remained.
They were alone now, with no one left to rely on.
They couldn't even find one more companion to fight beside them.
The underlings from the various Pirate Crews and the Pudora Kingdom's soldiers were no use at all.
No matter where they looked, they couldn't find anyone who could help.
Tristan frowned deeply and murmured, "Is this where we meet our end?"
"If I'd known, I never would've gotten mixed up in this mess."
"I came for a bit of pay and ended up losing my life and my entire Pirate Crew."
"It wasn't worth it!"
Regret swept through Tristan.
If he hadn't been blinded by money and coveted the Pudora Kingdom's reward,
he would never have fallen into this disaster.
Middle Camino looked grim. "It seems Chris has no intention of sparing either of us."
"Blackwater Valley will be our grave."
A cold glint flashed through Tristan's eyes.
He snorted. "Even if I die,"
"I'm taking someone down with me."
"I'm a dead man anyway. Whoever comes at me dies!"
There was a touch of madness in Tristan's voice.
He seemed ready to throw caution to the wind.
If he was going to die regardless, he might as well pick an enemy and drag him along.
It was almost exactly what Haliya Zina had been thinking moments earlier.
Middle Camino merely nodded and said nothing.
He knew this might be their last chance to show they had any backbone.
The two exchanged a glance, then attacked together!
Without a word, they both targeted Cavendish, whose strength Louis Cajo had already worn down.
To Middle Camino