Mercenaries

Chapter 688 - Twenty-Eight Men

"According to our agreement, even if you aren't selected, you'll still need to pay the €50,000 travel expenses."

By now, the mercenary of Japanese origin had finished sizing up his employer.

If Qing Tian Juuichirou had been all show and no substance, he would have turned around and left without hesitation, taking his men with him.

Mercenaries who had seen life and death were proud, too. They would never risk their lives for a useless man—especially not mercenaries who followed the Japanese custom of obeying the strong and crushing the weak.

"No problem. We can pay on the spot, by check, in cash, or by bank transfer."

Qing Tian Juuichirou beckoned. Qing Tian Juurou, who was in charge of finding fighters, picked up a briefcase and opened it in front of everyone. It was packed with euros, the total amount more than enough to cover everyone's travel expenses.

"Number one, Victor!"

When the Japanese mercenary Shadow Fox called out the first number and name, the man standing at the far left of the front row stepped forward, chest out and head high, and stamped heavily on the ground.

A distinct footprint immediately appeared on the rush-woven tatami mat.

These rude men hadn't even taken off their shoes. They had walked straight in and, deliberately stamping down hard, had naturally left clear shoe prints on the mat.

But no one cared at that moment. It was just a mat, and even a high-quality one wasn't worth much.

"British. A middleweight boxer who can deliver heavyweight punches. An ordinary person would die from a single hit. At least thirty people have died at his hands."

The muscular white man, his physique sharply defined, wore a cold expression and stared straight ahead.

"Number two, Augustus!"

As Shadow Fox