After Wang Jing personally gave the order, the mercenaries could only obediently stand guard.
Then Wang Jing began casting spell formulas of courage and blessing.
When the mercenaries next door saw them standing guard, some actually whistled provocatively. A few who were only too happy to stir up trouble even mocked them:
"The Black Tide is still forty to fifty minutes away. No need to be this scared."
"Exactly. This is Zion. Aren't you underestimating Zion's city defenses a little too much?"
"Hahaha."
Wang Shu remained completely unmoved by their mockery, because he sensed those footsteps approaching.
And their location was precisely where that group of people was talking.
"Right over there."
Wang Shu pointed at the mercenaries next door. Ge Sini and the others looked over in slight confusion. Beneath the bright lights outside that studio's entrance,
the expression of the man who had mocked Wang Shu suddenly changed. Some sharp weapon instantly tore open his neck.
Blood sprayed out in great quantities.
The mercenary knelt on the ground, clutching his throat. He wanted to ask those around him for help, but with his throat slit, he could no longer make a sound.
The other mercenaries beside him were first stunned and terrified, and only then remembered to bandage him.
"Quick, save him!"
"What happened?"
"No idea."
Nobody saw how the attacker had struck. Although the man whose throat had been slit was not right in the middle of the crowd, he was not exactly on the outside either.
There were people to his left and behind him.
Yet even with people able to see him, this mercenary had still had his throat slit by something invisible. That was the most terrifying part.
This ability to remain completely hidden and launch sudden attacks cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.