Puppet's hand bones healed in an instant, but he realized that the person below was anything but ordinary.
The Spiritual Fire highly condensed within that stone, along with the power contained within it, suggested that this was very likely a Fighter at the Longevity Observation level.
The lookout trusted Puppet completely and left without even turning his head.
The Handsome Young Man stared at his receding back, a savage expression appearing on his face. Yet another force seemed to exist within his body, forcibly suppressing that violent emotion. The red flush rising across his neck and face gradually faded as well.
He gestured for the people behind him to wait, then walked forward alone. Once he came within a certain distance, he looked up at Puppet standing above him. "You're Blood Staff?"
Puppet had no intention of answering.
The Handsome Young Man grinned. "It should be you. That's right. I came here this time to invite you..."
"I refuse," Puppet said without hesitation.
"Yes, yes, exactly like this."
The light in the Handsome Young Man's eyes grew brighter. This was it—this complete indifference, this utter contempt. No matter who you were, no matter what kind of person you were or what your purpose was, he simply looked down on you completely.
What arrogance!
This was precisely the perfect vessel he needed!
A deep smile appeared on his face. "That isn't up to you."
The lookout sprinted toward the rear and informed the other members that an enemy had appeared.
The Mercenary Group members were highly capable. The moment they heard, they immediately spread out through the surrounding area and began making preparations, taking out all the weapons they had readied.
They had even specifically brought two mortars this time, along with specially made shells, all to deal with particularly tough