Bam!

A loud sound was heard when the figure landed on the ground. The floor cracked instantly, and rubble flew out in every direction.

Lennon and the others were sure that someone who did that would be badly injured, but that wasn’t the case at all.

After standing still, the person raised his hand at Lennon.

“I’m telling you this one time: hand over the beads, or die,” he said hoarsely. His horrible voice sounded as if he had a knife stuck in his throat, and it was grating to the ears.

Everyone finally looked at his face. It was a middle-aged man whose age was unclear. Scars crisscrossed his entire face, and he looked very ugly indeed. Because of his messy hair, his eyes and mouth were the only visible features.

Studying him from a corner, Harvey could tell that the man seemed familiar—but he just didn’t recall where.

Lennon was struck by a sudden thought.

“A genetically enhanced Islander warrior?!” he exclaimed. “That’s not a human at all! Kill him! Quickly!”

The guards quick