By the lake.
Black Raccoon and the White Garment Ninja were both at the Fifth Awakening.
They exchanged dozens of moves, neither gaining the upper hand.
The White Garment Ninja glanced worriedly at the barrier and finally couldn't help shouting, "Still not coming out?"
Footsteps rang out.
Three men in camouflage and balaclavas emerged from the darkness.
Their eyes were cold, and murderous intent poured off them.
The man leading them was a peak Fifth Awakening expert.
Dagger in hand, he fixed his venomous gaze on Black Raccoon.
The two behind him were early Fifth Awakening experts.
"Help us kill him, or you won't be taking these two boys away either."
The White Garment Ninja knew that taking Old Ninth and Little White Tiger away without dealing with Black Raccoon was nothing but a pipe dream.
The four Fifth Awakening experts surrounded Black Raccoon in unspoken accord.
Leaning against the car, Black Raccoon calmly lit a cigarette. "Ganging up on me?"
"We're mercenaries. However many people you have, the three of us are enough."
The peak Fifth Awakening man spoke fluent Dragon Kingdom speech.
"Third Brother."
Old Ninth looked worriedly at Black Raccoon.
He turned to help, but Black Raccoon stopped him. "Stay back. Motherfuckers, am I really going to let a few stinking fishermen push me around on my own turf?"
After the Apocalypse, Kou Island had almost no worthwhile industries of its own. Most people lived along the coast and fished for a living.
That was why Black Raccoon called them that.
"Mita-kun, don't hold back. Use that."
Knowing they couldn't wait any longer, the White Garment Ninja took a scroll from inside his clothes and tossed it to him.
With the scroll in hand, Sanda instantly grew more confident.
"You've killed so many of us. Let