“I-I, understand.”

Natin bowed his head before turning around.

“Ah- wait! I’m not finished speaking!”

“Yes!”

Natin, who had stepped back, turned around and raised his head.

“There are about 30 people in total. I heard that half of them possess some form of combat power, and they’re roughly the same level as second-rate warriors. However, rumor has it that one of the warriors is so skilled and strong that he cannot be ignored. Many special warriors, including Narim of the Jane Clan, dueled with him and had their right arms cut off. They must be camping out in the open because they believe in his abilities. Keep this in mind while you conduct your operation.”

“Yes… then…” 

“One more thing!”

“Yes?”

“As you go out, call the attendant and tell him to get rid of that!”

Natin shifted his gaze to where Norian’s chin gestured. There was a naked girl lying on the floor with her tongue sticking out. Her wide-open eyes were lifelessly looking up at the ceiling. Rigor mortis seemed to be settling in…

“She’s an unlucky bitch. Someone got to her first. He also roughed her up pretty badly. It must have been that rotten son of mine, Nordem,” Norian muttered.

***

Deep into the night. 

San gathered the crew members together. The crew members looked at their captain’s face, which was illuminated...