Grizzly was only a third-rate mercenary. Asking him to find twenty actors would have been manageable, but finding two hundred was truly asking too much.
But Luo You had sought him out because he valued the kid's social-butterfly nature.
The mercenaries in the black market were all drunkards.
Grizzly had an excellent tolerance for alcohol, so naturally he had plenty of drinking buddies.
Some of them were reliable, while others were not. As long as he found the right people, getting this done would be simple.
Thus, after some consideration, he approached Viktor.
Viktor was a true "big shot" in the Eagle Horn Black Market. He had once been the captain of a mercenary squad, with more than seventy men under him at its peak. At night, he could even rent out an entire tavern for celebrations.
However, that glory was a thing of the past.
Just over a month ago, Viktor's squad had suffered heavy casualties in a conflict with another faction.
Now, only a dozen or so people remained in his squad, and all of them had minor injuries.
Judging by the Eagle Horn Black Market's current half-dead state, restoring his former glory would probably be difficult.
Therefore, at a price of ten Eagle Horn Coins per head, Grizzly figured Viktor would agree eight or nine times out of ten, allowing him to pocket the difference with a smile.
"Two hundred people aren't twenty, Grizzly. You sure have a huge appetite."
Viktor's eyes were bleary with drink, and he did not believe the words of this lousy drunkard before him.
Since the Eagle Horn Black Market's founding, there had been only a handful of missions requiring two hundred people.
Even at the market price of twenty Eagle Horn Coins per person, the payment would be enough to drain