Urouge had just regained consciousness. The severe injuries covering his body nearly made him pass out again, but the man before him had descended from the sky, swept through tens of thousands of pirates with unstoppable force, and was now looking at him with a deeply meaningful gaze. No matter what, Urouge could not lose consciousness. At this moment, he could not even spare a thought for whether his companions were dead or alive.
"Business?" Urouge panted with difficulty. His injuries were simply too severe. He asked, "I have never met you, nor have we ever had any direct or indirect dealings. What do you want with me?"
Hikaru glanced at the badly wounded Urouge. He sensed that while Urouge's injuries were grave, his vitality was tenacious. With a little treatment and recuperation, he would be able to continue wreaking havoc in the New World. Hikaru was quite pleased by that.
"First, I need to tell you something. I hope you're prepared for it." Hikaru's tone became somewhat heavy, making Urouge feel faintly uneasy.
"What is it?"
Hikaru raised his head and looked into the distance, as though he were using some kind of sensing ability. He slowly said, "All your companions are dead!"
"Urgh!" Urouge groaned. His expression was incomparably pained. Clearly, he was suppressing the eruption of his emotions, but the news still worsened his injuries after he forced himself to hold it in. Blood soon trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"I came too late," Hikaru said gravely. "Tens of thousands of pirates aren't a small number. I can easily kill tens of thousands of people, but I couldn't save those few."
Actually, if Hikaru had not come, Urouge would have been fine. His subordinates would have risked their lives to get him out, then escaped