Zost also smiled faintly. "Although I left that circle long ago, I've always kept in touch."
"There aren't many secrets in the mercenary world. Besides, War Machine's recent high-profile operations weren't concealed at all. Of course I've heard some big names."
Only then did Zost say this.
"You used to be a mercenary?"
Rhodey looked at Zost with another Black man with question mark expression.
Although when Rhodey looked at Zost, he could sense a fierce aura coming from him,
he was wearing a perfectly tailored suit, his face was clean-shaven, and his whole demeanor was somewhat refined.
This made Rhodey think he was the kind of scheming civilian who only hid in the back and directed things or offered advice.
He hadn't expected this unremarkable-looking man to have once been a mercenary who fought and risked his life on the front lines.
In Rhodey's first impression, mercenaries were burly men with large tattoos or bulging muscles, bare-chested and covered in weapons.
Or they were extremely thin, gloomy-looking men who constantly wiped their daggers.
But the man standing before him didn't look like mercenary material at all.
Zost seemed to understand Rhodey's confusion as well. He smiled. "It's true. After leaving that circle, I became much calmer. I don't quite fit in anymore, but the information from my old comrades is still reliable."
Rhodey looked at the faintly smiling Zost in front of him, shook his head, and ignored him.
He didn't really care what Black Prison was like. It wasn't his responsibility, but perhaps he could pay more attention to it afterward.
Besides, now that it had been confirmed Black Prison was Leo's work, the military would probably temporarily halt its operations against Black Prison.
Furthermore, Rhodey had indeed heard of Black Prison. It was a massive criminal organization,