Watching Bask Jotte lying on the ground like a dead fish, Jin An's eyes flashed with contempt, and he said lightly:
"Now, can you talk about your organization?"
His words carried an undeniable coldness, as if the other party would suffer even more cruel punishment if he dared to hide anything.
However, Bask Jotte did not respond immediately, but stared at Jin An with his crazy eyes.
His tongue sticking out of his mouth in a comical way, he suddenly burst into a wild laugh, his voice filled with a morbid fanaticism.
"Why should I tell you? Do you want to join us?"
He said mockingly, as if he thought he had some kind of advantage.
Then the laughter stopped abruptly, and Bask Jotte's expression suddenly became gloomy, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.
"Too bad, we don't accept Navy!"
His tone was mocking, as if provoking Jin An's identity and position.
Before he finished speaking, Bask Jotte suddenly sprang up from the ground, moving as fast as an enraged beast.
His aura surged again, his eyes fixed on Jin An, as if ready to attack again at any moment.
Jin An narrowed his eyes slightly, the Wild Goose Wing Blade in his hand still hanging by his side, the sharp blade flashing with cold light.
He quietly watched Bask Jotte's movements, his heart unmoved.
Jin An had seen too many self-important opponents like this, struggling on the edge of defeat, trying to exchange their last madness for a chance of survival.
But Jin An knew that this kind of death throes was often more stupid and futile.
However, just as Jin An was preparing to deal with Bask Jotte's next attack, the other party made a move that he did not expect.
Bask Jotte did not launch an attack, but suddenly turned around, picked up his wine pot, and ran away.
He moved so fast that people could hardly react, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been here.
Jin An was slightly stunned, and then a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"He runs pretty fast."
He muttered to himself, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
Jin An was not surprised by Bask Jotte's behavior of deserting before the battle.
After all, many self-righteous strongmen will choose to abandon their dignity and face in the face of real overwhelming strength, just to save their lives.
He had no intention of chasing for the time being, but instead felt a trace of interest in Bask Jotte's escape.
Jin An knew that this guy could run away for a while, but he would not be able to escape his control in the end.
Now Jin An had planted the seeds of fear in Bask Jotte's heart, and this seed would eventually blossom and bear fruit.
"A good man doesn't suffer immediate losses?"
Jin An chuckled, shook his head, and then turned and walked in another direction.
His pace was light and unhurried, as if everything that had just happened was just an insignificant interlude.
For Jin An, the real prey was never those weak deserters, but those arrogant people who thought they could control everything.
Watching Bask Jotte disappear into the distance, Princess Otohime looked at Jin An with admiration in her eyes.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and after confirming that the enemy had left, she trotted to Jin An's side, bowed slightly, with a grateful expression on her face.
"Thank you for your help,"
Her voice was gentle and sincere, but her eyes revealed a trace of lingering worry.
"But…"
Princess Otohime couldn't help but look again in the direction where Bask Jotte disappeared, her brows furrowed slightly, and the worry in her heart floated to the corners of her eyes.
She was worried that the escaped enemy would return to their organization to report the news, which might not only be bad for Jin An, but also involve Fish-Man Island in a bigger storm.
Although Fish-Man Island was not afraid of large-scale enemy attacks because it was located on the seabed, she still found it difficult to calm down in the face of an unknown and powerful organization.
Jin An keenly noticed Princess Otohime's worries, he smiled slightly, his eyes with a soothing softness.
His figure was still tall and straight, as if nothing around him could shake his confidence and composure.
"Don't worry," Jin An said in a low voice, his tone relaxed and firm, "Let that guy run for a while, he can't escape my Wuzhi Mountain."
His words were full of unshakable confidence, and the certainty that he had everything under control calmed Princess Otohime's unease.
She looked at Jin An and felt an unspeakable sense of security.
This was not only because of his strength, but also because of his courage to face any challenge and his control over the future.
Jin An's eyes were deep and steady, and he knew that Princess Otohime's worries were not without reason.
But in his opinion, Bask Jotte's escape was just a link in his play, a chase game with a predetermined ending.
No matter how the other party struggled, how he tried to get rid of the control of fate, he would eventually escape his calculations.
Princess Otohime looked at Jin An's calm expression, and the admiration in her heart grew stronger.
She nodded slightly, and although she was still worried, she chose to believe Jin An at this moment, believing in his every decision and judgment.
"Your Fish-Man Island is safe now," Jin An added, looking at Princess Otohime with gentle eyes, "As for that organization, since they are doing bad things so openly, no matter how strong they are, they will eventually be disintegrated by me one by one."
The domineering and calmness in his words intertwined, as if he had already announced the end of those opponents.
Princess Otohime was silent for a moment, and finally bowed slightly to Jin An again to express her gratitude and respect.
"I believe in you," she said softly, her tone firm and trusting, "But please also pay attention to the other party."
"I believe in you," Princess Otohime said softly, her tone firm and trusting, although her brows were slightly furrowed, "But please also pay attention to the organization the other party belongs to."
A trace of solemnity appeared in her eyes, and she continued:
"I heard that the leader of that organization seems to have a friendship with the mysterious man who liberated Mariejois before."
Jin An's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this.
He looked at Princess Otohime quietly, a trace of doubt flashed in his heart.
Wasn't that mysterious man who liberated the slaves of Mariejois himself?
However, he had no impression of the organization Princess Otohime mentioned.
Could it be that someone was doing things behind his back in his name?
He raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking about the possibilities.
Jin An had never intended to establish any organization, nor had he shared his true identity as a liberator of slaves with anyone.
In that case, where did this organization come from?
And who is the leader who "has a friendship" with him?
"Oh?"
The corners of Jin An's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, his eyes revealing a bit of probing.
He deliberately maintained a calm appearance, but his heart was already rapidly analyzing all the possibilities.
What Princess Otohime said made him realize that this "Savior Society" was far more complicated than he imagined, and perhaps there were more secrets brewing in the dark.
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