In the midst of the brutal slaughter, it was not as if there were no fish that escaped from the net. A small boat that was paddling by hand had somehow escaped from the boat. Before the gray fog approached, it had quietly rowed out in the opposite direction!
And on this small boat, it was the captain who had commanded everyone on the deck just now!
“Damn it, why is it like this? Why is there still that thing here? Could it be from that direction?”
“No... No, that’s obviously from the East Road!”
The captain looked in the direction of the East Road, and the fear and anger in his eyes slowly turned into suspicion. He muttered, “Could it be... that the steel arms empire didn’t rebel, but encountered this kind of thing?”
If that was the case... What would he do?
His name was Henry. Bartolo was one of the princes of the royal family of the Western Islands, the country of Tanzania!
