"Are you a 'cow' or a 'horse'?"
Qin Shi turned around with his saber. Thanks to his [Insight] achievement, the Short-haired Woman had neither high value nor any aura of an aberrant creature.
"Cough, cough. I'm the captain, Fate is Bitter."
The Short-haired Woman introduced herself, worried that her boss might get carried away killing and take her out, too.
It wasn't unheard of. Most of the support team's clients came from powerful clans and distinguished families.
Those wealthy bigwigs who spent money like water and prized their lives rarely behaved like normal people.
Take the Ying clan, for example. They were renowned throughout Eastern Xia for their astonishing "sowing obsession." Both men and women led rather promiscuous private lives.
Among this generation's First Sequence heirs, there was even an "Ying Mi" who liked collecting male companions.
Her uninhibited, reckless style left even the young masters of the Imperial Capital embarrassed.
As for the rumor that they were "ruthless enough to cut down their own," that originated with the Hongzhou Yang Clan.
It was unclear whether they had inherited Marshal Yang's love of donning armor and personally leading the charge, but the Yang clan's descendants revered martial prowess and were ferocious to a fault.
Every year, they held the spectacular Grand Hunt of Four Seasons to select the clan's finest.
It was said that after shedding blood, many Yang clan youths went berserk and displayed terrifying combat prowess.
They had once made a notorious name for themselves in the mercenary world by cutting through their enemies like vegetables while also grievously injuring every teammate in the process.
For a time, the Yang clan's descendants were regarded as the least welcome clients.
"How did you get in here? This is a restricted zone. Apart from the soldiers of White Poplar Fortress