Charles suddenly looked up, only to find that it wasn't an enemy above him, but his navigator Tuba.
Clutching his right hand, which had been stabbed through, he yelled loudly, his mouth continuously expelling bubbles.
"How did this madman get out here? Doesn't he fear the intense water pressure?"
Charles quickly grabbed the madman by the collar and rushed toward the submarine's hatch.
Soon, the space cleared by the seawater in the decompression chamber was instantly filled with Tuba's robust crying.
"Ah, ah, ah! My hand! My hand hurts so much!"
"I'm bleeding! Give me a band-aid!"
"My God! Please save me!"
"Enough! Stop shouting!" Charles frustratedly pulled the Black Blade out of his hand. "How did you even get down here? Don't you know it's dangerous outside?"
Tuba's face was filled with grievance, momentarily forgetting the pain in his hand. "I saw you trying to open the box labeled '079', I had to stop you; it has a very bad temper."
