"P-please stop!" The third masked figure begged with swollen and bruised face. His mask was already torn off, and he looked quite unrecognizable.
"Answer these three questions." Ambrose sat down on a chair in front of him and leaned in closer, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "Who sent you, why are you here, and how did you get in here?"
The man shakily nodded and opened his swollen lips. "Aghh... S-Sea King..."
"Sea King sent you?" Ambrose asked, and the man nodded.
The man had some difficulty speaking because of his swollen lips and the blood that was trickling down his chin.
"Continue." Ambrose crossed his arms.
"W-we are here t-to assassinate h-half of the crew..." The man coughed out blood. "S-sea King wanted a show o-of power, s-so Mars would t-think twice before c-coming here again."
"How did you get in here?"
