Seeing the sentiment on the first floor could make someone think that the powerhouses of Blood Sea all hated outsiders, but Cain knew it could not be so simple. If the racist ideology spread so deep into the organization, there would be no point in the Blood Duke asking him to come here.
If Cain had to guest, someone in the darkness was acting again, trying to pressure and intimidate him into running away with the leg between his legs.
The aura of all those Wave Kings could have crushed the spirit of an average Wave Warrior, but Cain's willpower was too high to succumb to something like that. He even looked back at those powerhouses, remembering their faces.
Bloodless #1 ignored those eyes and did not bother with the Wave King. Not like any of the present would dare to focus on him. He glanced at Cain, and when he saw the young man's composure, he showed a small smile and nodded before turning to the machete in the young man's hand.
