"Boss, if we do this, the Bloody Arena won't come after us, will they?"
The warrior with the soybean eyes and the big mole said with a trace of worry.
"Heh... all bets are final."
"Since we sold her off cheap back then."
"The little girl from the Divine Phoenix Clan turned out to be far more talented than we expected. On that point, the Bloody Arena made a killing."
"But she was badly injured, after all. If she had some hidden ailment left behind, we wrote that into the contract beforehand. We bear no responsibility."
"It's their own fault for not having sharp enough eyes."
The bald, scar-faced man revealed a vicious grin.
"Gah gah, Boss is right."
"Who could've thought that little girl would recover so fast?"
"And judging by the potential she's gradually revealing, there's a high chance she'll become a 'Silver-Clad' warrior of the Bloody Arena in the future, maybe even a 'Gold-Clad' warrior."
"By then, she probably won't remember that we saved her."
"She'll remember the torture we put her through, and how we sold her like merchandise."
A-Mu nodded, wearing the same vicious grin as he calmly analyzed the situation.
"Snap."
After hearing what A-Mu said, the bald, scar-faced man snapped his fingers.
Then he added, "So we have to ruin her."
"Before she truly makes a name for herself. Before the upper levels of the Bloody Arena truly notice her and place her under protection!"
Hearing this, the members of the squad all nodded.
On one hand, they felt bitter because they had sold Feng Jiu off for a pittance.
On the other hand, it was because, through these ten battles, that little girl from the Divine Phoenix Clan had displayed greater and greater potential.
It made every member of this mission squad