Classic sayings became classic sayings because they possessed a high degree of universal applicability and could be proven true in the vast majority of situations.
"Under heavy rewards, there must be brave men."
With the generous terms offered by the Three Great Families, twenty-seven hunters volunteered to join the assault team. Including Cheng Ming, the "captain," a total of twenty-eight "men bound for death" were gathered inside the command tent.
"Isn't that number a little too small..." Bai Lingqiu muttered softly as she looked at the twenty-eight people.
"For this operation, quality matters more than quantity." Chen Jing shook his head. "And they only have six minutes from above the pit to its bottom... Too many people would only make chaos more likely."
Meng Yunfeng scrutinized them with a cold gaze. In his view, these twenty-eight might not be the strongest twenty-eight members of the two Hunter Groups, but they were certainly the twenty-eight most confident in their own abilities—after all, when he had announced the "assault plan," he had already made it clear that if they failed to eliminate the Anomaly's main body, the chances of the assault team members returning alive were basically zero.
Freelance hunters and mercenaries were accustomed to death, but that did not mean they were unafraid of it. Nor were they like those reckless berserkers of medieval Northern Europe, who saw death entirely as their final destination and wished they could reach the legendary Valhalla sooner.
These twenty-eight people clearly believed they could kill the Anomaly's main body at the bottom of the pit. Even if they could not, they at least believed they had the ability to return alive.
Take the scrawny fellow nearby, with a head of messy, dry hair like straw—Meng Yunfeng had dealt with this hunter several times and knew