"I don't care about that woman's background, but I need to remind you that you are now the deputy leader of the Rebellion Mercenary Group. In Ni Huo's absence, you are the first in command. Don't forget the rules of the mercenary group; if you want to live in peace, you must command respect!" Old Teluo stopped Ni Qianjun with a stern look.
The survival rule in the Mercenary World: the one with the bigger fist is the boss, the one with the smaller fist is the underdog.
The leather sails of the Fire Dragon Sail were raised high, and the piercing wind high in the sky made Rebellion's group flag rustle loudly, stretching it taut. The two people on deck were like two javelins, holding their ground against each other.
Outside the cabin, dozens of new and veteran mercenaries gathered, divided into several factions.
The Blue Crystal Mercenary Group and Lihua Xue stood together, looking gleeful at the disaster.
