At that moment.
The three people on the motorcycle took off their helmets.
The cold, stern man in the lead glanced at him and spoke.
"Well done. Once this mission is completed to Perfection, you'll get your reward."
Upon hearing this, the one-eyed man in the bloody clothes smiled even more broadly.
"You're too kind! Capturing a traitor like him and cooperating with you, my lords, is what I ought to do!"
But despite his humble words,
his eyes were filled with glee and greed as he gazed at the Rotten Leaf Gathering Place.
He had fought Iron Bear more than once and dreamed of eliminating him.
Unfortunately, his own strength was limited, and Iron Bear's tough hide was like sheet metal, nearly impossible to break through.
He was suppressed in every clash, suffering greatly and feeling immense frustration.
That was until, on a trip outside, he discovered a wanted poster for Iron Bear.
Only a truly large-scale gathering base had the authority to issue such a poster.
