"Spare us! We're just Free Mercenaries."
"We can pay a ransom..." The two Mecha Pilots knelt on the ground, trembling all over. Both were consumed by fear.
From the beginning until now, only a few seconds had passed—not even ten. The mercenary group's ten mechas had deployed from the road train, then rapidly fallen back, and now the entire Mercenary Group had practically been wiped out. Their Regiment Commander had been instantly killed the moment the operation began.
The others had nearly all been taken out in a single exchange. The two Mecha Pilots had no idea how one mecha had managed it, but they knew the target was monstrously, absurdly powerful—perhaps even a Mecha Grandmaster.
But none of that mattered now. What mattered was surviving.
"Who are you people? Why did you attack me?" Hearing this, the two men finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were no longer thinking about what would happen afterward.
What they had done was actually a rule among Mecha Pilots: once a pilot opened the cockpit and knelt, it meant they could never use a mecha again. It also meant surrender.
It was like a swordsman throwing down his sword to surrender. From then on, that swordsman could never wield a sword again.
"We're from the A-rank Pufferfish Mercenaries. We received..." One of them hurriedly answered.
"We don't know who posted the mission either. We only followed the Regiment Commander's orders. The Regiment Commander was killed when Your Excellency began attacking..." the other added.
After hearing them out, Yang Bo was not surprised. He had never expected to learn who the true culprit was from these people. Without absolute certainty, whoever stood behind this would never act personally.
The Mercenary Guild, Bounty Hunter Guild, and similar organizations provided perfect confidentiality services for those