Sensing the breathing of the so-called Admiral of Hope Island in the darkness, the bald man pretending to be a skeleton spoke with a trembling voice, "Uh… my child, just go back. Don't think about avenging me. Seeing you all living well is satisfaction enough for me. That's all, time's up. I have to go back now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two figures in the dark quickly raised a black cloth, covering the bald man who was smeared all over with luminescent material and plunging the tent into darkness.
Everyone in the tent held their breath, desperately hoping their mark would leave quickly. Having scammed someone so far out of their league, they no longer cared about making money. All they wanted was to get on a boat and flee for their lives.
After a moment of silence, the bandaged man in the darkness pulled out a wad of cash, placed it on the ground beside him, and prepared to leave.
