Hearing the breathing of the one called the Admiral of Hope Island in the darkness, the voice pretending to be a skeleton trembled slightly, "Um... my child, you should go back. There's no need to think about avenging me. Seeing that you're all living well is enough for me. I won't say more, time is up, I have to go back."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two people in the darkness immediately lifted a black cloth, covering the bald head covered in glow-in-the-dark material, plunging the tent into a lightless environment.
Everyone in the tent held their breath, hoping the other party would leave quickly. Since they had offended someone they couldn't afford to, they no longer wanted to make money, only to escape by boat to save their lives.
After a moment of silence, the bandaged man took out a stack of paper notes and placed it on the ground beside him, ready to turn and leave.
