As news gradually came in that all the mercenaries had been wiped out, the upper echelons of the major families were immediately shaken. None of them could believe it.
"Are you kidding me? Are these mercenaries trash? Two hundred men—at least two hundred men—and you're telling me they were all wiped out, not one left alive? And that brat didn't even lose a single hair? If this isn't a joke, then what the hell is?" A family elder cursed furiously, feeling that those mercenaries were simply useless.
That was two hundred people—two hundred living, breathing people. A pack of vicious desperadoes who licked blood from their blades, not two hundred blocks of wood. How had they all been wiped out by that brat alone, without a single survivor?
If he had not personally seen those mercenaries kicked out of the virtual network, looking utterly listless, he would never have believed such a thing. It was practically the biggest joke of the year.
"Damn it, we gave them so much money just to deal with one swindler. They were bragging here before, saying it would be as easy as taking something from a bag. Now they've been captured by that swindler instead. Did they get things backwards?"
"These mercenaries don't have much skill, but their mouths sure are big. They spend all day here boasting without even drafting a script. Can't they do one decent thing? This is ridiculous."
"I think there's something wrong with these mercenaries. Is there a traitor among them? Or were they bought off by that swindler beforehand? Otherwise, how could more than two hundred people all be wiped out? Even cutting grass isn't that fast."
"Tell us honestly. Did you take Wu Wudi's money?"
Numerous family elders glared viciously at the mercenaries, killing intent boiling around