Flado's expression outside the cabin was somewhat distorted. Although he felt guilty, a swift chop disperses confusion, dead people harbor no guilt.
Of course, Flado didn't come to kill Taylor alone.
Taylor held such high prestige within his fleet, his words were law. Only by luring him out to inspect the new ship could they strike.
This ship was filled with Flado's men, including support from Doringger, a Peak Competition Captain who had emerged victorious from the Gu Refining contest, the leader of the Sky Peak Pirate Group, and his key subordinates were here helping Flado eliminate Taylor.
Captain Sky Peak was a jolly fellow, currently trying to quit smoking, a reed in his mouth, burly with short, gray hair neatly trimmed. Seeing Flado's eyes faintly bursting with blood vessels, he couldn't help but marvel at his ruthlessness—able to strike even his foster father who had recreated him, truly astonishing.
"Badass, brother."
Captain Sky Peak gave a thumbs up to Flado.
