Night was falling.
Bloodbeard glared coldly at the tracker who hurried over. "Did you find their trail?"
The tracker didn't even have time to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He pointed in a direction and stammered, "Yes, boss. The thief went that way."
"Then what are you waiting for? Move out!" Bloodbeard rose to his feet, casting one last glance at the valley that had served as his base camp.
Without the crystal fish, the valley was worthless. Even the secret formulas for body-strengthening medicines had been stolen.
Not that it mattered much to him—the formulas were already memorized, and the medicines themselves were useless to him now.
"Get moving, you worthless dogs!" Bloodbeard drew his long knife and roared, "Whoever dares to drag their feet—Daddy will cut them down!"
The thieves, who had barely rested three hours, scrambled to their feet in terror. Not one dared to hesitate.
