The difference in style between the two could be seen at this point; of course, if Feng Yi took a shot, he would only be more accurate than Desert Storm, because his efficiency was higher than Desert Storm's. This meant that in terms of instant reaction and operation, he had a sliver more room to maneuver. However, under multi-person circumstances, his efficiency would actually slip.

"By himself, then."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi's body instantly stiffened. It seemed that whoever you were thinking of would show up. But Desert Storm was originally in Mardis, and besides, he had been invited to join the Freedom Bounty Tribe. This guild was still under construction, and as a senior executive, it was actually quite reasonable for him to be here.

"I'm considering the tactics for what comes next," Feng Yi said slowly, lowering the hand he had held to his chest, with a bitter smile.

"You don't look well; you probably wouldn't be a match for me right now." TK seemed to have noticed something off about Feng Yi's actions and didn't respond directly, instead, he changed the subject, "What, are you injured?"

"Haha, consider it an old problem; I hope it doesn't affect the upcoming fight."

"But I want a fair duel. With today's medical standards, what ailment can't be resolved? Your problem must be very serious."

"It is," Feng Yi nodded, "My time may be running out. I hope you can keep this secret for me."

"A secret, huh..." Upon hearing this, TK grinned, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the solid wood armrests with a creaking noise, which he seemed to ignore as he gazed into the distance, watching the endless sky, his profound look seeming to pierce through time in this moment, letting out a deep sigh, "Do you still remember...?"

"What?"

"Our first meeting. Back then, you were full of vigor. You didn't have any ailment. It was you who saved me, and it was also you who saved the entire resistance movement. Those were indeed nostalgic times," TK said with heartfelt emotion.

Feng Yi's thoughts seemed to drift back in time, "Who's to say otherwise? Fortunately, the war is over, and there's nothing more fortunate than that."

"But it wasn't perfect, was it? At such a moment, the greatest hero is about to leave—tell me, who did this to you? I won't let them go."

TK was not a fool. With Feng Yi's constitution, it was impossible for him to become like this for no reason. Even the most difficult to cure WBC Syndrome had its Special Elixir, yet he...

Feng Yi shook his head with a bitter smile: "You're really mundane. There's an ancient saying, 'an inadvertent fault,' why obsess over past mistakes? What's gained and lost—rather than these, cherish the hard-earned life you have. We all struggled in those conditions, and we should understand the value of what's in front of us even more."

TK fell silent for a long time... His profound eyes seemed to have a whiff of dust blown into them. Wiping his eyes with his hand, he said, "I owe you a life—right, John doesn't know about this yet, does he?"

"Stop talking about debt; I don't want you telling anyone about this."

True, if John knew, he would never let it go. Even if it meant digging three feet into the ground and falling out with Feng Yi, he would surely find the person responsible. No one understood John better than him. In their years in Mardis, although they were from different camps, the principles they abided by and the things they held on to never changed. It was this persistence that made it starkly clear to him how immovable Feng Yi's place was in John's heart—it was Feng Yi's arrival that changed everyone's fate.

"Be a good person," Feng Yi said with a smile, looking at TK, "and don't fight and kill anymore. There are no wars here anymore, no need for evil."

Having finished, Feng Yi turned and walked away. He still needed to strengthen his body. Although he was no longer at his peak condition, he'd kept up with his exercise habits, and more importantly, he was facing an impending tough battle—a very unreliable battle, as far as he was concerned. He had to find a way to win as soon as possible because his current state could no longer support prolonged exertion.

Watching Feng Yi's gradually receding figure, TK couldn't help but give a wry smile...

As one of the four most wanted criminals, he, Desert Storm, was a name held as high as the Pirate King Bruce, yet he was being preached at by this guy to be a good person? No one had ever dared to speak to TK like this, at least not in the past, and probably not in the future either. But Feng Yi... perhaps that was his unique magic? He rallied the resistance, hastened the end of the war, and pulled him, the leader of the prowling Desert organization, into the Freedom Bounty Tribe—truly someone who acted on his unique ideas.

But those words came from Feng Yi's mouth; TK couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. He was a man used to living on the edge, accustomed to a nomadic life of hardships. How could a lifelong habit be easily changed?

Indeed, if there ever came a day where Feng Yi died, TK would surely not continue to stay in the Freedom Bounty Tribe. With a sense of resignation, he shook his head and silently waited as the fight approached...

Yes, time passes silently; memories are like fleeting glimmers. The memories of the man who once saved him, who had saved all of Mardis, were still vivid in his mind, but he spoke of wanting to distance himself. He was like a breeze, so free-spirited that he didn't even wish to pursue the identity of his assailant, leaving behind thoughts that were hard to let go... No matter Feng Yi's physical condition, he must give his all in this battle—this, perhaps, is the only thing TK can do for him now.

TK straightened up and leaned against the wall for a long while without moving, just smoking cigarette after cigarette... At that moment, he seemed to be absorbing this completely unexpected news.

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