Across the entire beach, not a single person dared take another step forward.
"Run... run! Get away from that monster!"
"He's not a Marine! He's a demon! A grim reaper here to harvest souls!"
Fear completely shattered these outlaws' nerves. They abandoned their weapons and armor, turning to flee deeper into the island.
Their earlier momentum as they surrounded him for the kill had now become a tide of utter rout.
"Leaving already?"
Lorne's voice reached every pirate's ears, making their fleeing footsteps abruptly falter.
"Hey, weren't you going to show me Sin Island's rules?"
"What, you don't even have the guts to stand your ground now?"
Those taunts were like a resounding slap across the face of every pirate who fancied himself strong.
At the rear of the crowd, several figures whose auras were clearly far stronger than the surrounding small fry looked utterly grim.
"Enough!"
A furious roar exploded from the chaotic crowd.
A burly man over three meters tall pushed past the pirates in front of him, carrying a refined-steel hammer taller than a person on his shoulder.
Every step landed with a heavy thud against the ground.
"'Skullcrusher' Dog! A bounty of 130 million Beli!"
"And him! 'Plague' Borg! A bounty of 110 million Beli!"
Another man, tall and thin with a face as pale as a corpse, also stepped out with a dark expression.
All ten of his fingernails were black. Wherever he passed, the pirates around him instinctively backed away, as though he carried a deadly poison.
"Look over there!"
A pirate pointed in terror at the rooftop of a distant building.
A man wearing a monocle and holding an exceptionally long sniper rifle had taken the high ground at some point. His cold muzzle was trained on Lorne in the center of the