"Then… You shall die."
Death Merchant uttered with the coldness of a thousand winters in his voice, and with a single step, he began approaching Pankratios.
However, at that moment, the sound of the gunshot shook the sky and frightened the running audience members.
A golden bullet headed towards Death Merchant's forehead, but before it could land, he sidestepped it effortlessly.
"You're not alone, it seems. Now I understand the foolish confidence that you're carrying."
Death Merchant growled and looked to the top of the stadium—a handsome man was holding a long-barreled revolver.
The cameras turned over to him, and his face was displayed in every household that was currently watching the broadcast!
"C-Could that be… Am I seeing it right? Yes, it's indeed him. It is the Fleet Admiral of the Navy. The strongest powerhouse of the seas has come to our rescue!"
The commentator shouted excitedly.
