A few days later, the Harold couple left the apartment.
Fang Zheng had no idea when they had left, but according to the apartment owner, they had departed in a great hurry. There was nothing he could do about that. Although he got along reasonably well with the Harold couple, they had not known each other for long. It was only natural that they might run off without saying goodbye.
What worried Fang Zheng instead was Ling. During their last meeting, he had felt an unmistakably ominous premonition. That meant danger might very well be headed for Ling. Still, Fang Zheng was not overly concerned. He had already prepared protection for her. If Ling truly encountered any danger, he would immediately know and rush over.
For a time after that, Fang Zheng continued living peacefully, until one day, he received another commission.
This commission was a major one. The target was the Jaegers known as the Crimson Constellation—one of the strongest Jaegers on the continent.
"Five million Mira."
The man seated behind the desk was dressed extravagantly, but a twisted fury showed on his haggard face.
"Five million Mira. I want every last person in the Crimson Constellation dead! Every one of them!"
Facing the man, who seemed to be roaring in rage, Fang Zheng merely sat in his chair without saying a word. He had already learned the details from the man and Ratziel. Recently, a series of armed attacks had occurred along the Empire's western border. The exact cause was unknown; all anyone knew was that several Jaegers had been fighting fiercely there. The man's hometown had been a small town in that border region, and it had been destroyed in the conflict between the Jaegers. His family had died as well.
The man had escaped disaster because