If Han Fei had to sum up his feelings toward Lemuen in one sentence, it would be—Laterano's own ultimate prison boss out in the suburbs. No joke!
Under Lemuen's sniper scope, every fleeing Sarkaz mercenary met only one fate.
Headshot!
Amid one sharp gunshot after another, mercenary after mercenary fell across the wilderness.
Sadly, there were no fully automatic armored vehicles here, nor was there any rousing music. Otherwise, it would have been a perfect recreation of the Core Zone Central Garden.
But that was fine. Laterano had its own prison boss too—a pink-haired one.
Before long, the gunfire ceased, and not a single Sarkaz mercenary remained standing in the wilderness.
Lemuen slung her sniper rifle over her shoulder, glanced at Han Fei, and said, "Well? Satisfied?"
"Not bad."
Han Fei nodded slightly and gave her a thumbs-up. "As expected of my Sister An. If you were in Hafk, you'd at least be a security director."
"Your words sound a little strange somehow."
Lemuen tilted her head and looked at Han Fei in confusion. "So what exactly is Hafk? It sounds like a corporation."
Not far away, Andoain, Mostima, and Fiammetta had already stopped firing. The three of them silently watched Lemuen talking with Han Fei.
Fiammetta lacked empathy and could not sense Lemuen's current emotions. But Andoain and Mostima were different. As Sankta, they could feel what Lemuen was feeling: a positive emotion that was both lighthearted and relaxed.
This utterly unguarded ease had never appeared even when Lemuen faced her colleagues in the Laterano Guard.
Andoain and Mostima exchanged glances, reaching the same conclusion—our sniper seemed to have completely accepted that foreigner.
With that thought, even Mostima, who had never cared much about Han Fei's appearance, felt a flicker of curiosity.
As Lemuen's comrade and partner, Mostima knew