"Are you all friends of Blood Hand?" Yarta asked.
Blood Hand was part of an overseas organization, and although he wasn't exactly a celebrity, he had his own circle. Most of the people present were involved with Blood Hand's circle.
Suddenly, upon hearing Yarta's words, those surrounding him no longer had the imposing air as they did before.
Regarding Blood Hand's entry into Xuan Country, they thought it was truly crazy; did they not know what kind of place Xuan Country was?
Seeing the silence of the people around him, Yarta seemed to have guessed as much.
"Ladies and gentlemen, back in the day, many of you had called Blood Hand 'brother' as part of the Slaughter Organization. Now, your 'brother' has died, and as someone who loved him, my heart aches. Do you not feel the same pain?"
Still, no one spoke.
"Don't you have even a little bit of friendship with Blood Hand?"
Yarta asked.
Again, no one spoke.
