The light blinding the Chevaliers came from the coast. Vincent immediately realized that something had gone terribly wrong when the light shone on him and his men.

The spotlights were coming from the ocean. Which meant someone, or a group, was monitoring them from the open sea, something that shouldn't have happened.

Vincent urgently cried out to Mathieu. “Weren't our men supposed to stop all boats from leaving?!”

“Sir! They say they only woke up just now!”

“Say what?!”

“Apparently, they had been ambushed earlier. They called me as soon as regaining consciousness!”

“Son of a...!” Vincent clenched his teeth.

This was the absolute worst in two meanings. One, the Chevaliers' plan had gone down the drain. And two...

'Even if they got ambushed, my men are still proud Chevaliers! Yet, you're telling me they still lost without being able to put up a fight?'

Didn't that signify Korea's combat strength was far greater than he imagined? In that case, it also meant this whole plan started on the wrong foot, didn't it!

Three Chevaliers had been left behind in the port town. However, the South Korean martial artists were powerful enough to defeat the trio in one go, even before they had a chance to contact the rest of the Chevaliers!

'Dammit!'

Vincent tightly clenched his fists. A bad design meant a building could not be built as intended. And the Chevaliers were facing perhaps the absolute worst trouble they could imagine. Even before any of the Round Table's agents could think of a countermeasure,...