At the edge of the water source area, a wooden shed was covered in thick vines. A skull weathered to gray-white hung inside, studded with black spikes. This represented the Rainthroat Tribe.
Several contractors stood or sat near the shed, none looking particularly pleased. Two of them were bare-chested, tending to their wounds.
"Frost Duke, don't you have something to say?"
The female contractor carrying a sniper cannon spoke up. Faint bloodstains could still be seen on her face.
"What should I say? Ashiva came up with the ambush plan. I charged in from the direction she designated."
"Are you thick-headed? Why didn't you go around the trap?"
The female sniper glanced at Frost Duke with concealed contempt. She had seen plenty of Tanks, but this was truly the first time she had seen one cry out so miserably after being cut down.
"Easy for you to say. Try turning while charging at extreme speed. You were hiding far away, so of course you had it easy."
"Stop arguing. This is the sensor's fault."
Someone stepped in to mediate. Whoever was absent would be blamed, so as to prevent internal conflict from erupting.
"Every one of us, myself included, is a rabble."
The female sniper's words silenced everyone. Under normal circumstances, if they had all gone all out, they might not have won, but they would not have lost so miserably either.
During the battle just now, apart from Frost Duke, the assassin Razor, and Ashiva, no one else had dared charge Su Xiao first. One melee contractor had even pulled out a Green Quality shotgun and fired several blasts at Su Xiao, merely to ease the embarrassment of not daring to charge him. As for the actual effect, it had basically been nonexistent.
The shotgun brother was now standing