Zon had energized two red blades in his hand, and the ragged cloth that was covering his body seemingly disintegrated, revealing the hardened black suit he was wearing on his body. It was no time to keep up appearances.
Zon didn't care who saw him on the island, because the only important matter was getting the item.
"Beatrix, focus on defensive maneuvers, I'll focus on attack!"
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