The narrow terrain of Silver Wolf Island, combined with the densely packed combatants and Spike Uta's orders, forced both sides into close-quarters combat. The black-clad attackers leading the charge fixed their frenzied gazes on the motionless Ethan, raising their machetes high before striking down with all their might. Visions of the promised million-dollar reward danced in their eyes.
But with a soft "pfft," the fervent light in the attacker's eyes suddenly dimmed. He looked down in disbelief. A military dagger had plunged deep into his abdomen, and blood gushed from the blade's grooves. His once-heated body turned cold in an instant. The military dagger, though not long or heavy, had lethal blood grooves and serrated edges. Once it pierced flesh, the grooves caused rapid blood loss, a
