Fuck...
Slan stared fixedly at Ji Jue's face, feeling that familiar chill...
This shitty brat was serious.
Lou Feng did not need to remind him. Ever since entering this place, Slan had already fully experienced the power held by Mercury's legacy.
As a wandering knight and one of the Wild Dog Mercenaries, they were all here to make foreign currency. Even if they lived by licking blood off their blades, they still had to consider whose blood it was. Some blood could not even be touched—getting it on you was fucking poisonous.
He was not some assassin taking anonymous jobs at the Wild Bazaar. He could just go out, change his name, and lie low for a while. Why would he offend a future Embers master who had a real name and identity?
Even if Slan was hardheaded, he had to consider the others on his team.
At the end of the day, everyone was just working for a living. As long as they could settle the final payment, who would be willing to pour their heart and soul out for their employer?
He had held his ground, he had fought for it, and he had left behind evidence. It was not that Bro had not tried hard enough—the other side was simply too damn strong this time. There was no battle record to claim, but at least he had preserved the employer's head in the most literal sense.
They had even suffered grievous losses...
Who would not shed a couple tears after seeing that, then cough up several times the compensation?
Besides, weren't all the gains the employer's anyway? What the hell did they have to do with him?
Slan sighed, turned back, and took one more look.
He pursed his lips.
Two more boxes were tossed over. One