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I know. I'm not with the hostages right now. My guess is they've gotten out.

What are you...

Trust me. Come to the basement. Together, we'll...

Ch'en puts her phone down and turns around in an instant. Pancho and his men are standing not too far away.

I've heard stories of what an impressive man the Chief of Lungmen Wei Yenwu is.

You may be no less formidable, but neither of you have a clear head, and he sent you two nonetheless.

Looks like Wei Yenwu is no more impressive than Candela.

You...

You people see nothing but money. There is nothing but leisure on your mind. I can't wait to slaughter all of you.

I don't know what Lungmen is like, but ever since I was born, there's been blood gushing out of Bolívar's veins.

Who doesn't want to shake hands and live in happiness? But none of us here can do that.

Let me tell you this. It doesn't matter how much blood we spill. This city sucks far more blood in a single day!

Alright, I've had enough of your games.

Give it up, or this is where you die.

(Why are you doing this? Do you really think this is right, in spite of how much more blood you'll spill?)

(None of those questions matter to him...)

(In his eyes, I'm the one who's disrupting his plans, and besides—)

(I can't argue with him.)

(Not because I regret what I've done.)

(In fact, it's because I do agree with him, now that I understand his motives.)

(Even if I disagree with his methods.)

(But I don't understand Bolívar well enough, and I don't understand war well enough. I can't come up with a better solution.)

(That's why I can't argue with him.)

(That's why I can't draw my blade.)

(Chi Xiao definitely won't accept me as I am now. I can tell.)

(In that case, there's only one thing I can do—)

Ch'en slowly lifts her gun.

So you have chosen death.

Likewise, Pancho slowly lifts the anchor in his hands.

Right at that moment—

Jump, Hui-chieh.

With no time to think, Ch'en leaps off the deck of the ship.

Lin Yühsia is waiting underneath with a boat.

Gah, after them!