The Flying Boat passed in a flash, and the Golden Light also instantly overtook Carson Flores and others, pursuing with great haste.
They fled in panic while their pursuers chased with arrogance.
Carson Flores swiftly glanced over and saw two people aboard the Flying Boat, one old and one young: the elder with white hair drenched in fresh blood, the younger about fifteen or sixteen— a girl in the blossom of youth.
There were about five or six people in pursuit, including an old man, adults of prime age, and women.
Carson Flores withdrew his gaze and continued on his way.
After progressing several hundred miles, sounds of fierce fighting suddenly came from ahead. The fight ceased after a loud bang.
"Old Steele ghost, do you think you can escape? Hand over that item, and we will spare your lives!"
"To hell with you! Even if I die, I'll destroy it. It will never fall into the hands of you bandits!"
