Lin Jin stood where he was, Lightning-Cleaver in hand, watching the three of them.
The glow of the flame barrier shone on him, making his scarlet Sharingan look even more uncanny.
"Run," he said coolly. "Why aren't you running now?"
Ghost Fox stared hard at him, his chest heaving.
He had lived most of his life and carried out countless missions without ever failing.
He had thought he had accounted for everything, but this man had shattered all his schemes in just a few minutes.
Now, he could not even escape.
"Lin Jin." Ghost Fox's voice was hoarse. "Do you know what will happen if you kill us?"
Lin Jin said nothing, watching him with an indifferent gaze.
Ghost Fox took a deep breath and forced himself to look composed.
"I'm a Gold Moon Rank member of Dark Moon. Kill me, and Dark Moon Headquarters will send stronger figures-a Moon Envoy, or even the Moon Lord in person. Do you think you can fight all of Dark Moon?"
He paused, a hint of menace entering his voice.
"Let us go, and I can report to headquarters that you aren't a threat. We won't make an enemy of you for now, and you can all go on living your lives. Otherwise..."
Before he could finish, a blade flashed.
Slash!
"Aah!!" Old Seven's right arm was severed at the shoulder, blood gushing out. He screamed and clutched the stump, his face deathly pale.
Lin Jin drew back his blade, his tone flat.
"Otherwise what?"
Ghost Fox's face turned livid, his lips trembling.
This man did not care about Dark Moon or any consequences at all.
If he said he would kill, he would kill, without a shred of mercy.
"I'll give you one last chance." Lin Jin looked at Ghost Fox. "Tell