“You’re not a fisherman? Who the hell are you?”

Mulder’s guard shot up the moment he got a clear look at the young man’s face.

Fishermen who spent their days at sea were usually tanned from the sun, but this one had a fair complexion. It felt a little strange

Noticing something was off, the men behind Mulder drew their blades and fixed their sharp gazes on the fisherman.

The so-called fisherman standing guard wasn’t just anyone-it was Dustin, who had been waiting for them all along.

Since his plan was set in motion, he’d been stationed there from morning until midnight. After what felt like an eternity, his targets had finally arrived.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to capture you.”

Dustin rose from the deck and rolled his shoulders before speaking in an even tone. “If you don’t want to die, surrender now. Otherwise, it’ll be too late.”

“Watch out! It could be an ambush.”

Mulder swiftly pulled out his dagger. His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings for any sign of hidden troops.

His subordinates instinctively formed a defensive circle as they braced for an attack from the shadows. But despite their heightened vigilance, the area remained eerily calm.

They were specially trained with razor-sharp perception. Under normal circumstances, if there were an ambush nearby, there was no way they wouldn’t have noticed.

“Don’t bother looking. It’s just me here.” Dustin said flatly, “I don’t need an army to deal with the likes of you.”

a sneer. “Punk, you’re getting a little too full of yourself. Do

had an army lying in wait, they’d be as good as dead. But he was alone and hardly looked like a threat. Forget stopping them.

Kill him and take the boat -we’re getting out of here.” Warrick, standing at the

place him. Still, the other

all standing around for? Get him.” Mulder wasted no time in giving the

Dustin was just buying time, and

“Attack!”

of Mulder’s subordinates exchanged glances before raising their blades

on a hundred enemies individually. When fighting together, their strength multiplied. This made them an unstoppable force against anyone below

who seemed only in his early 20s,

forward and swung his blade down with

blurred and

nothing but air. Before he could

flew backward like a broken kite,

time, two more attackers closed in from either side. Their swords flashed toward Dustin’s throat in a synchronized strike. There was

were about to strike his vital points, Dustin casually raised a hand and caught the edges of both swords between his

“What?”

faces changed as disbelief

like this was only

to free their swords, but it was as if an iron vice had locked them in place and

“Time to die!”

He raised it high and brought it down in a powerful overhead slash.

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