Compass Carburettor noticed the figures of Chenger and Warktor landing on the shore before dashing deeper into the island.
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't interfere, for the distance between the two was too much. 'No matter, I'll catch up to them soon enough.'
A chase wasn't appropriate as if they wished to run, no matter what he did, they wouldn't be trapped. It was the same as what happened to Velcorn. A large group of experts and even two powerhouses failed to capture him.
Luck wasn't an all-powerful factor, but it was damn powerful.
Anyone that underestimated it wouldn't even know how they died. As for Compass Carburettor, he was aware of that. So, his goal was the same as before: To continue moving while reducing the number of variables around him as much as possible.
Compass Carburettor landed on the shores of the island soon after, gazing up as he observed the place, continuing to look up until his neck hurt.
