“I’m asking you, where are Gerald Crawford and his people?!” Will Crawford wore a dark look. He had exited the island secretly with the sole intention of getting rid of Gerald once and for all. It would be a big problem if Daryl Crawford found out about this.

“Gerald? They’re staying at the two-story wooden house block not far from here.” The clansman knew Will and didn’t dare to say anything unnecessary.

Just as Will had let go of him and started walking toward the direction where the wooden house block was, the clansman continued, “But they left early this morning.”

“Left?” Will was dumbfounded, and his expression darkened.

“That’s right. They all left first thing in the morning.” The clansman was terrified and couldn’t move, but he still spoke the truth.

“I'm one step late!” Will bellowed in a low voice and hit his own thigh.

If Gerald hadn’t left today, he believed that his strength and power would make them all stay on Gong Island forever, but now that they had left, it was