It was getting late.
North of Mayotte, a cargo vessel slowly sailed towards the fishing port in the northwestern part of the island.
The location was close to the slums of the Republic of Madagascar. There were rows of old brick houses and diseases, crimes, and deaths filled the dirty alleys. Only two kinds of people were there; poor people starving to their bones or powerful and strong killers.
The children sat on the edge of the wharf in groups and looked curiously and alertly at the cargo vessel and the offshore platform. Although Arrow's people occasionally used the port, it was their first time seeing such a strange thing.
Because of the arrival of this cargo vessel, the originally messy port turned even more chaotic. Naked men left in a hurry and several naked mercenaries with rifles and magazines wrapped around their bodies hopped on the port and then gestured toward the vessel..
