At the moment his words ended, at least three hidden weapon boxes were already pointing at Julius Reed.
Everyone on the deck was a professional Shadow Warrior, already a Boss figure in their respective industries.
This time, due to the huge sum of money offered by the Roosevelt family, and their ongoing dealings with the Roosevelt family, they had all rushed here.
In fact, not only Baturu Eulalia but also the other Shadow Warriors on the deck felt they were somewhat underutilized.
Each of them could hold their own, yet now so many had come to kill just one Eastern man.
They all felt equally displeased.
"Hey, guys! Mind letting me throw the first dart, so you won't have anything to bother with?"
A man in his fifties, carrying a golden hidden weapon box and puffing on a pipe, said.
"Sorry, if I throw the dart first, you might as well go home and play with your kids, Uncle!"
A man in his thirties, standing by his side, said with a grin.
