Before a stretch of ruins.
The craters riddling the ground, the bodies that had yet to finish burning, and the collapsed buildings all testified to the ferocity of yesterday's battle.
Kuer stood amid the ruins with his five remaining high-tier combatants.
On the surface, he seemed unconcerned, but the phone in his hand had already been crushed.
The five high-tier combatants behind him wore varying expressions, lowering their heads guiltily while still sneaking glances at Kuer.
As veteran members of the Inverted Cross, they knew Kuer's temperament all too well.
Of their seven top fighters, two had died in just one week.
The Inverted Cross had never suffered such a devastating setback since its founding.
"Where's the body..."
Kuer removed his hat and gently laid his left hand over his chest.
His voice was terrifyingly calm.
"Bring them here."
Moments later, a dozen or so civilians were brought before Kuer under guard.
One of them answered, "According to witnesses, Madman had... had his limbs sawed off and was taken away."
"What was he trying to do? Is he a pervert?"
Kuer turned and kicked the kneeling civilian dozens of meters away.
The other civilians prostrated themselves in terror, yellow liquid pooling beneath them.
Their fear of the Inverted Cross was etched into their bones.
"Who did it?"
"An Eastern face, black-and-white hair, long bangs. A young man."
"That's enough."
Kuer cut the civilian off and waved impatiently. "Go keep Madman company."
"No... no, Mr. Kuer, we..."
Before the kneeling man could finish, the mercenaries coldly slit their throats.
"Little White Tiger..."
With a cold expression, Kuer murmured, "Since they want to play, let's give them a proper game. Feis, what do you think?"
War God Feis.
Fina's older brother.
He had flowing blond hair, sharply defined features, and an aristocratic