A Sentence of Three Hundred and Fifty Years
It was confirmed. This guy really was at the Disaster Management Bureau's D7.
And he'd run into him on his very first mission alongside D7 Personnel?
Han Su first felt a little relieved, then couldn't help sighing with resignation.
How had these guys ended up like this?
For some reason, Han Su felt like a disappointed father. Wei Lan, Pot Lid Head—he'd worked so hard to bring them out of the Ancient Castle. He hadn't expected them to amount to anything extraordinary, but surely they could at least become decent, contributing members of society?
Instead, one had been a perfectly good celebrity before going off to work as a mercenary, chasing trouble wherever it could be found for the sake of a few ancient gold coins.
Another had livestreamed a murder on camera, and now he'd actually become a D7 Member of the Disaster Management Bureau...
"They actually sent these guys over..."
The Execution Captain beside him also looked a little grim, as though he felt the pressure, but he still went forward to meet them.
Han Su caught the change in the captain's expression and quietly asked the little fatty beside him, "Is something wrong?"
The little fatty stood beside his captain, wearing the same unsmiling expression. Seeing Han Su ask him in private, he quietly explained, since they were all acquaintances.
"There are a lot of D7 Members. Some of the more capable ones can even take part in A-rank missions. This is only a B+-rank mission. It's risky, but not beyond our ability to handle. I didn't expect them to send these four."
"Jackal, Sawtooth, Iron Hook, and Ripper."
"...They're all notorious hard cases in the Disaster Management Bureau..."
"..."
"Oh?"
Han Su looked up at the D7 Members