There were only a handful of fighters in the world who could match him, and now this old man had an army of them.
Who the hell is he? Hunter wondered, but he didn't waste time on the thought.
He gripped his weapon tighter and moved in silence.
The seven advanced down the tunnel, unaware that death stalked them from behind.
One by one, Hunter struck—quick, precise, merciless. A silenced shot. A knife across the throat.
A shadow disappearing before another could even turn his head.
Within minutes, the mercenaries began to fall, leaving only their broken bodies in the dark.
Hunter had managed to engage four of them, but the remaining ones slipped away while he was locked in combat.
On the other side, Knight and the others were moving steadily toward the direction of the port.
Though he had the full blueprint of the island and the cave system, there was no detailed route marked inside these tunnels.
Now, he could only rely on his instincts and dexterity.
