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Dark Fox, still enamored by those kinds of colleagues, was already becoming anxious upon seeing Silver Tear, yet he forcefully suppressed the urge to laugh.

However, seeing the expression on Silver Tear's face, and recalling the remarks about someone being a bit too old, he couldn't help but almost burst into laughter.

The few underlings nearby seemed utterly oblivious to the gravity of the situation, continuing to ramble on about this and that.

"The boss, this woman, although older, would still be favored in those places; maybe some prefer the mature ones," one said.

"Why don't we have a bit of fun first? Considering her age, she's definitely no spring chicken."

Two of the underlings were already sporting disgustingly lecherous grins, their expressions nauseating as they seemed to have thought of something.

Silver Tear mustered all her strength to refrain from losing control and saying anything further.

Vulture remained silent, merely observing Vincent intently.

The higher-ups had mentioned that the most formidable force here was this bearded man, and indeed, he seemed quite imposing.

Yet, as a cataclysmic-tier warrior, facing him wouldn't deter Vulture; a battle to the end was inevitable!

After all, the mastermind had already mentioned that this man had just been in a major battle and was likely internally injured.

With a successful strike against him, all else would be manageable.

"Hand over anything of value you have on you, and I might just let you live," Vulture drawled, knowing the act must go on.

Upon hearing this, John glanced nonchalantly at Vincent, who responded with a slight, mocking curl of his lips.

"We don't have anything of value," Vincent stated flatly.

At that, Vulture's expression quickly turned sinister.

"If you have no valuables, then leave your lives behind. Your lives are still of great value."

The underlings, hearing their leader's words, immediately encircled them, their faces contorting viciously, weapons ready in their hands.

"Since we're all intelligent here, let's speak plainly. Who put you up to this? How much did they pay you?"

A flicker of surprise passed through Vulture's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, calmly sizing up the man before him.

"It's just your bad luck to have fallen into my hands."

"This woman is still of some use, we'll keep her. If you have nothing of value to ransom your lives, then death is your only option."

Though his words seemed to offer a choice, John was well aware that regardless of what they offered, death was the only outcome.

"I had intended to ask exactly what was going on, but since you're not inclined to talk, don't blame me for not giving you a choice."

John's lips curled into a sly smile, his demeanor seemingly gentle, yet Vulture couldn't help but grow wary.

But soon enough, he relaxed again, chastising himself internally for being overly cautious.

After all, this was just a platinum-tier awakener, and he himself was of the cataclysmic-tier!

He vastly outclassed this man across several major realms; the man had no advantage over him!

"Ha!"

One of the underlings, as if he'd heard a hilarious joke, couldn't hold back his laughter, his eyes brimming with scorn as he looked at John.

"You've got some nerve talking to our boss like that. Do you know the last person who spoke like that has long since..."

His words were abruptly cut off as his eyes widened in shock, leaving everyone around him puzzled.

Wasn't this the perfect time to boast? Why did he suddenly stop mid-sentence? It was truly frustrating.

But in the next second, they felt a warm, foul-smelling liquid splatter across their faces.

One of them turned around in horror only to discover that the head of the man who had been speaking had somehow already rolled onto the ground.

The event was so sudden that none of them could react in time, and the blood had splashed across their faces, leaving them frozen in place.

Everyone was stunned; they couldn't even comprehend how it had happened, just staring blankly as the head dropped to the ground.

What was going on?

How did this happen?

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Why was there no chance for them to resist, or even to see what was happening before they were taken down?

When had this man made his move?

Vulture became instantly alert.

He had seen clearly that John had taken out a long knife, and with just a swing, the man's head had cleanly fallen off.

He realized, looking at the knife in John's hand studded with a sinister red gem, that this must be the divine artifact the mastermind had mentioned.

In that instant, his eyes blazed with greed, his hands trembling with excitement.

If he could get his hands on this divine artifact, his power would greatly increase.

"Sorry about that, I'm a bit short-tempered, and I don't like being shouted at, so I acted. You don't mind, do you?"

John said, still smiling, but his words sent chills down the spine.

Vulture felt he had encountered a tough opponent and masked the greed in his eyes, his gaze on John turning particularly fierce.

"It seems we've really hit a wall this time. The kid is somewhat interesting, but he's still far from my level," Vulture said, unleashing his own intimidating presence in an instant, filling the cabin with an indescribable pressure.

The underlings around him clearly felt the oppression.

John looked curiously in Vulture's direction.

Honestly, using an aura to demonstrate one's strength was nothing new to them, but someone who did it so indiscriminately like the man before them was indeed rare.

It seemed in this man's eyes, there was no such thing as comradeship.

The underlings around them had turned beet-red, almost as if they could bleed, yet John and his side remained calm.

Vincent glanced at the underlings, suddenly chuckled, then looked indifferently at Vulture.

Then, releasing his own formidable pressure, in that instant, the overwhelming force nearly suffocated everyone.

The weaker pirates even spat out blood and fainted.

Vulture was visibly shocked and panicked as he looked at Vincent, filled with sheer terror.

What's going on?

What exactly is happening?

Hadn't the boss said this man had already been through a tough battle?

Wasn't he supposed to be severely injured?

How could he still move so effortlessly?

Could it be that he had been deceived?

The very thought made Vulture clench his teeth, his eyes flashing with rage.

But it was too late to retreat now.

The enemy had boarded their airship, meaning they had to either defeat the intruders or be defeated themselves.

From the beginning, they had no choice.

The expressions on the faces of the other underlings also turned grave, a sense of having kicked an iron plate looming over them, yet none dared to speak, biting down hard to keep any trace of fear from showing.

"Can we talk properly now? Who hired you to attack us?"

The man's voice was casual as he spoke, while Vulture's hands formed into fists, the corners of his mouth tinged with blood.

Damn it, Benjamin, that bastard!

He really had fallen into a pit this time!