Ryan, who had just regained consciousness, braced himself against a wooden tent pole and called out weakly.
Lorne rolled his neck, his knuckles cracking in a rapid series of pops.
He did not respond to Ryan's concern, but headed straight into the depths of the forest, leaving only the sight of his broad, cold back.
"Ryan, carve those five brothers' names into a stone."
Lorne's voice drifted out of the shadows.
"Tonight, I'll wash their graves with the blood of every gang on this island."
Meanwhile, Snake Fang Manor in the center of Black Reef Island blazed with lights.
"Report, boss!"
"The ambush worked! We took out six of the navy's outer sentry posts, and everyone else has retreated into their camp!"
The man in the suit hurried into the hall, his face full of fawning eagerness to claim credit.
Klein sat on a spacious leather sofa, toying with the Viper Revolver in his right hand, a half-smoked cigar held in his left.
He took a deep drag and exhaled thick smoke, his sinister gaze fixed on the night outside the window.
"Are you sure that long-eared rear admiral hasn't made a move?"
Klein asked coldly.
"No. According to our scouts, the camp is in chaos. Those recruits are trying to save the wounded."
"Looks like that rear admiral's scared out of his wits."
The man in the suit sneered.
"So what if they're navy? On our turf, they still have to crawl!"
"Don't let your guard down."
Klein rose and walked to the window.
"He's the ruthless bastard who killed 'Blood Hand' Carlos."
"Pass the order down. Roll every heavy cannon into the courtyard and get the Musketeer Squad onto the roofs."
"If you see anyone in a white uniform approaching, shoot them full of holes."
"Yes!"
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