The sunlight swept through the battlefield, and it informed everyone that the morning had arrived.
The exhausted criminals were still fighting against the navy soldiers, and both sides were quite exhausted.
Adamas and his crew were fighting against groups of pirates, and they were doing swift work of them.
In that moment, they felt a threatening presence coming from behind them, and they saw four dark-clothed figures walking towards them.
Pirates paled and turned around to run away.
"Adamas…"
In that moment, Xerxus spoke with a low and even voice.
"B-Boss…?"
Adamas' eyes widened, and he then dropped on one knee with his head hanging low. His crew did the same.
It was easy for them to recognize Xerxus' voice.
"Why have you come here?"
Adamas asked.
Xerxus didn't answer, and instead, he flicked his wrist, and a long-barreled revolver appeared in his hand.
He pressed it against Adamas' forehead, and it shocked his crew to their very core.
"Why…?"
