'Creak! creak! creak! creak' creak!'

The floor continuously creaked loudly with every passing second.

And soon, the wooden door was finally pushed wide open.

Everyone peeped towards the door in silence, while waiting for their pursuers to step in.

The door was opened for a full minute before some of the soldiers came in.

As Ian and his team walked in carefully, until they were at the center of the room.

And before they knew it, they heard someone yell out loudly.

"Now!"

"Yaaaaahhhhhh!"

Enemies fell from the ceiling with knives in their mouths, while others jumped up from behind barrels and other objects in the room.

Immediately, Ian sprung into action in a flash.

'Bang! Bang!'

Ian quickly took out 2 men, who were running towards him like crazy while raising their swords at him.

And by the time he took them out, another man swung a hammer towards his waist.

'Swush!'

He quickly jumped 'Van Damme style', as he did a perfect split in the air..... before using his guns to shoot 2 other men again.

'Bang! Bang!'

The hammer-guy... seeing that he missed, decided to send another swing of his hammer towards Ian's face.

'Swush!'

'Swush!'

'Swush!'

'Swush!'

He continuously swung the hammer multiple times..... and every time, Ian would strategically dodge his attacks.

And before the hammer guy knew it, he had accidentally taken out many of his comrades, rather than Ian.

He was raging with fury with the realization that someone had played him like a flute.

He looked at Ian as if wanting to chew his bones, before giving a full hammer swing towards Ian's shoulders instead.

Ian smirked and quickly ducked again.

It this time, once the hammer had passed over his head... he quickly got up and held the man's hands tightly.

Then he took out his knife and stabbed the man at different points all across his left arm.

'Tchouck! Tchouck! Tchouck!'

The man who was being stabbed, didn't even have time to react to his pain... as he had been stabbed at lightning speed multiple times.

And once Ian's knife stabbed the last point on the man's arm, he then dragged the knife along the arm... instantly connecting the dots between all parts that he had initially stabbed.

'Ahhh!!!'

The stabbed man in question immediately dropped his hammer, as he quickly began to loose feeling in his left arm.

In fact, the man's left arm looked like it had been cut open just like a fish.

And true enough, this was what Ian had intended... after all, his majesty had named it the Fish slasher for this particular reason.

From his lightning stabs, as well as slash throughout all stabbed points... one could say that the technique had actually come from Asian Culinary techniques, that were used to cut open fish at its belly.

The chefs back on earth did it very fast, so he expected the soldiers here to do the same as well.

Sure enough, the 'Fish Slasher' technique was one of Ian's best knife techniques.

With the hammer now on the floor, Ian quickly placed his knife away in a split second and shot the hammer guy dead.

'Bang!'

And so, he quickly went out to help his other comrades as well.

Of course in a matter of minutes, some of their enemies ended up dead..... while those who were injured all surrendered.

As for the soldiers, most were fine, but some ended up with stab wounds instead.

Ian looked around the room once more, before quickly looking at the new captives again.

"Where's your Captain?"

Eh?

It was only then that everyone realized that they hadn't seen their Captain the entire time throughout their fight.

Recalling his shameless behaviour throughout today, many of the crewmen couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Was this still the man that they used to look up to?

Wasn't he just a deserter?

Many of them were now regretting why they had fought instead.

Why had they listened to that deserter?

Didn't he say that these men would kill them if they didn't fight?

When they heard that their comrades above who surrendered without a fight weren't injured at all, many of them couldn't help but want to eat their Captain raw.

Okay fine!

Even if what their Captain said was in their best interest... Then why hadn't he joined them as well?

The more they thought about it, the more they felt embarrassed to admit that he was their leader.

Ian squinted his eyes and walked towards the center of the room again.

"Does anyone know where he is?"

Immediately, many people shook their heads and pointed towards the direction where they saw him hide in last.

Since their Captain didn't Care for them, then why should they care for him as well?

The Captain who was still in hiding, couldn't help but curse these backstabbers in his heart.

Ian signalled for his men to get the Captain.... and soon, the Captain was brought in and told to kneel before his crewmen.

"As a leader, it is your duty to look after your underlings.

Right from the deck, I had always had my eyes on you!" Ian said, while slowly circling the kneeling Captain.

"When you first realized that there might be a threat, not only did you push and kick your comrades away just to get to safety..... but you also shut the door on many of them, leaving them out there to fend for themselves.

And now you did the same again, by abandoning your underlings in battle.

Let me guess..... you thought that we would kill everyone, hence leaving no one to tell on your exact location.

But if one really analyses everything..... aren't you the main cause for today's deaths?

Before the battle, I had told you to surrender, so as to keep everyone alive.

But your ego got the best of you, and you caused the death of many of your comrades.

Again... I'm pretty sure that this attack plan was your idea as well."

"_"

Hearing Ian's words, many of the crewmen that survived..... immediately looked at their Captain, as if he were their most hated enemy of all.

'It was all his fault', they thought.

"Apologize to your men!" Ian commanded.

And immediately the Captain's face became distorted.

Why should he apologize to his underlings?

It was their duty to die for him, so why should he do that?

But looking at Ian's stern gaze, he decided to do it anyway.

Anything for survival.

".....Sorry...."

"Louder!"

"Sorry!"

"Louder!!"

"I'm sorry!!!"

"Louder!"

"_"