The Hoe Was Wielded Well
"Viper," who had circled around the tavern entrance, hurried back and quietly reported to Berg, the captain of the Wolf Fang Cross Squad. "Berg, those guys are all gone!"
He wasn't the only one secretly trying to find out what was happening. The tavern, usually a place for business, had become the center of attention.
Those people who glowed had made almost everyone wary.
By contrast, Li Bai, the hands-off proprietor, had always kept a low profile. He was completely different from the uninvited guests who had just been arrogant and overbearing, casually taking people's lives.
Anyone smart wouldn't see Li Bai as a threat. They would probably think that with someone like him holding down the fort, the tavern was even safer and more secure.
What's more, the Chinese peacekeeping force was nearby. All it would take was a single flare arrow, and everyone in the tavern put together probably wouldn't last a round.
By comparison, individual prowess wasn't the biggest threat.
After the excitement was over, Berg, the captain of the Wolf Fang Cross Squad, couldn't stay any longer. He picked up the two stacks of U.S. dollars Li Bai had left on the table, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, BOSS. We should be going."
They'd sold off the rough gemstones for cash, so everyone was happy.
As for the rookie who'd died, there was nothing to regret.
The Wolf Fang Cross Squad lost several rookies every year. It was routine for other mercenary groups, too.
Even veteran mercenaries couldn't be sure they'd survive their next mission.
"All right, I won't see you off. If you get any new goods, remember to contact me—by phone or email. Have a safe trip."
Li Bai made a telephone gesture.
He didn't