Whether it was a coincidence or not, as the three corpses were flung into the air, they arced right past Dean. Blood spattered down in droplets, enough to steal anyone's courage.
Cheston En touched the crimson blood spots on his cheek. He felt the nerve he'd built from slaughtering pigs and cattle instantly drain by seventy percent. The remaining thirty percent, sustained solely by Boss Dean's presence beside him, was all that kept him from collapsing onto the deck.
HUMMING…
As the speedboat was mechanically hoisted, a metal ladder was tossed down from above, signaling for those on board to climb.
The old man with the limp led the way, grabbing the ladder and scrambling up with surprising agility. His prosthetic limb didn't hinder him at all; he seemed even nimbler than an able-bodied person.
"Let's go," Dean patted Cheston En's shoulder, following the old man upwards.
「On the deck.」
