After a night of skirmishes, more than half of Miyamon Ichiro's men were dead or injured. Even Ximen Ying, the most formidable Shinobi among them, had fallen victim to Wang Hao's deadly tactics.
He no longer had enough manpower to conduct a thorough search of the entire island.
Moreover, if he persisted in the strategy of sending in force after force, he might well not have to wait for the government rescue team to arrive. Even if it was just Wang Hao alone, he could turn the tables, staging a massive counterattack to drive them all into the sea.
But he didn't have the courage to dispatch everyone he had left.
Who was he? A direct descendant of the Miyamon family, the next helmsman, an absolute gem. Wang Hao was nothing but a coarse warrior, not even worth mentioning as porcelain.
How could he, a fine jade piece, possibly stoop to clash with a low-grade ceramic like Wang Hao?
But beyond that, he couldn't think of any better ideas.
