Chapter 31: Moria’s unwillingness and Helplessness
A warship with the logo of the World Government was quietly moored on the island, silently observing the island shrouded in wind and snow. Golden flashes, red fireballs, and purplish-black slashes could be seen from time to time from the island, in addition to the deafening roars that overwhelmed all other sounds.
"It's been five days, right?"
On the deck, a man in white with a white mask on his face asked in a deep voice.
Behind him stood a dozen CP6 members in black suits, exuding elite aura. Hearing this question, one of them quickly answered.
"Sir, it's already the fifth day."
"It seems that the winner will soon be decided. How are the members of the shadow tribe who are locked in the ship's hold? Aren't they dead?" She continued to ask the man in white without looking back.
"The ship's doctors have completed the treatment. In addition, their vitality is stronger than ordinary people, so they are all alive and well. Now they have been injected with anesthetics and are still in a coma."
The man in white nodded with satisfaction and said: "Yes, take good care of them."
"Yes."
The relentless weather continued to advance with the cold wind and another four hours passed in silence. Suddenly, the island seemed to fall silent.
Both the flashes and the explosions had stopped.