“How dare you to attempt to run?”
Ambrose picked up the Tyrant Hammer and wanted to continue chasing after them but suddenly trembled and spat a mouthful of blood out. He then slumped and knelt on the beach.
His previous injuries had not healed yet. After another intense battle, Ambrose was thoroughly exhausted with his energy completely drained.
“Brother!”
Eira quickly came over upon seeing the situation and helped Ambrose up before concernedly asked, “Are you alright? Are you ok?”
Ambrose did not say anything and only shook his head to signal he was fine.
At that moment, he felt so exhausted he did not even have the strength to speak.
Vroom! Vroom!
Watson and the others took the opportunity to quickly drive the boat away into the distance.
“Ambrose!”
At that moment, Watson stood on the deck and glared at Ambrose. He then said with unspeakable resentment, “I’ll remember this! We’ll have to settle this one day!”
Watson looked at the package that he dropped on the beach when he said that. He was extremely resentful and annoyed as the package was a treasure he had hidden for many years. He had dropped it just like that and could not even have the chance to retrieve it. It was infuriating.
“Woo!”
Ambrose’s expression was cold and unresponsive upon hearing Watson’s words.
Eira quietly stayed by his side.
In truth, Eira wanted to chase after them to get Watson and the others to come back. However, Ambrose’s condition was quite bad, so she needed to be with him at all times.
Watson and the rest disappeared soon from their line of sight in the vast ocean.
“Woo!”
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