Chapter 999

He ended the life of a pirate.

At the same time,

he drew the gaze of every pirate in the hall.

Swish-swish-swish—

Over two hundred utterly ruthless pirates fixed their eyes on Old John, their gazes brimming with killing intent, as if the malice had taken tangible form.

And it made cold sweat bead on Old John's forehead.

A chilling aura arose spontaneously.

An oppressive atmosphere enveloped Old John's body.

At this moment,

Old John felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire, his body stiffening utterly.

His limbs could not move,

like a statue.

"T-Too terrifying—the pressure!"

"Is this what a pirate who's killed countless men is like?"

"I… I was too impulsive."

Sensing the killing intent in each pirate's gaze, Old John turned pale, his lips trembling slightly, his inner terror amplified infinitely.

Being coldly stared at by hundreds of pirates, Old John naturally felt overwhelming panic.

Especially…

Just now, he had shot and killed a pirate with his gun.

He had a premonition.

Next,

he was extremely likely to face a life-or-death assault from every pirate here!

"This is trouble."

Old John's throat was dry.

An unparalleled surge of aura and pressure crushed him, nearly suffocating him.

Like facing a raging storm.

Even breathing became excruciatingly difficult.

Under this terrifying pressure,

Old John wanted to kneel.

"Damn old bastard…"

"Dare you lay hands on one of our Gray Wolf Pirates?"

"You're utterly clueless about death!"

"You have no sense of your place!"

"You four, go kill him!"

A burly pirate, expressionless, gazed coldly at Old John.

Immediately,

he ordered several pirates beside him.

Thus,

three or five burly, muscular pirates drew their weapons and advanced toward Old John, grinning savagely, their killing intent chilling to the bone.

As the distance grew shorter…

Old John's fear intensified.

"Old man, you dare kill one of ours? Did you think about the consequences?"

"You're just a sailor from after the peace—who gave you the nerve to attack us?"

"If you want to die, I'll grant you that today!"

"Men like you should crawl back home and hide. This sea isn't for old men like you to wander freely."

The pirates sneered.

"It's over!"

Old John's hands, gripping the gun, trembled involuntarily.

Just as he prepared to pull the trigger,

"Attack!"

"Kill him!"

The pirates moved.

Five pirates surged forward together.

With blazing speed,

they charged at Old John from all directions, aiming to seal off every escape route.

Seeing this,

Old John turned pale, his face filled with despair.

Surrounded by five pirates, he had no hope of escaping alive.

"I'm dead."

He thought to himself.

Just as he was about to despairingly close his eyes and welcome death's arrival.

Suddenly!

He saw a streak of white light.

The white light flashed past.

It vanished from his sight.

"Th-this is..."

Old John was stunned.

In an instant,

Thud!

Thud!

A series of muffled thuds echoed around Old John's ears.

He saw:

On the ground lay five cold corpses of pirates.

Blood flowed from them.

Upon closer inspection,

all five cold corpses bore identical wounds.

Each had been pierced through the forehead, killing them instantly.

Without exception!

Their deaths were all exactly the same.

Blood oozed from the corpses.

The five pirates still wore grotesque expressions at the moment of death.

As if...

Even at the moment of death, they had not realized they were being assassinated.

Too fast!

Too fast!

This assassination was far too swift.

No one could see it clearly.

Not only Old John...

Even the five pirates themselves, judging by their postmortem expressions, clearly had not seen their attacker's face before dying.