The complaining mercenaries had never expected to come under attack.
Even less had they expected their attacker to be so powerful!
The combat skills and marksmanship they had always prided themselves on proved utterly useless. In fact, they fell into pools of blood before they could even react.
Qin Ran confirmed that the mercenaries were dead, then calmly swept his gaze over his surroundings.
It was as though he had not killed several mercenaries whose abilities ordinary people could scarcely hope to match, but merely crushed a few ants.
And in truth?
There was little difference.
Qin Ran would not show his enemies mercy.
Nor would he feel any so-called pity.
He wanted no part of a luxury that came at the cost of his life.
As for abilities ordinary people could scarcely hope to match?
That only applied to ordinary people. For Qin Ran, killing a few mercenaries who were not fully armed could hardly have been easier.
According to the building plans Ann Latrich Oaken had provided, the hall before him belonged to one of the club's main buildings.
The main building had two floors. The first was completely open to the public, with an enormous bar counter. Behind it stood a wide variety of outdoor equipment for sale or rent. A small locked door beside the counter led to a "gun room" that served as a cover.
Of course, it was only a gun room for the customers, stocked with hunting shotguns.
For these mercenaries, the real armory was underground.
However, that basement could only be accessed from the second floor. There was no entrance on the first.
The second floor contained the mercenaries' lounges, recreation rooms, and the like.
At that moment, the mercenaries gathered upstairs were making a racket.
Qin Ran raised an eyebrow at