In the face of the temptation of money, who would care about the real reason behind the death of a former pirate leader?
They only needed a semblance of justification!
"Right, kill him!"
"Charge! Avenge the boss!"
"Catch that woman, claim the credit and the reward!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
...
They charged forward, howling for blood.
Gref led the charge, brandishing his broadsword.
His stature was imposing and his strength seemingly limitless, and he specifically targeted Jiang Ke's right arm, his weakness, which only made his predicament worse.
He was struck by another blade to the back.
And then his left leg, sliced right on the knee.
Pain spread to the crown of his head.
The tears flew from his eyes in agony as he felt like a human-shaped blood bucket, being poked with various holes, gushing out blood.
"Give up your resistance!"
Gref's face was full of scorn as he sneered, "Perhaps I might even leave you a whole corpse!"
