Zarek strolled through Pensare territory with almost a bored expression on his face. Compared to what he was used to, this setup was far too pathetic.
The scouts were lazy, the elite groups weren't well formulated—it was about everything you would expect from a corporation-turned-gang. They had no idea how to set military objectives, didn't know how to form their teams with balance and intelligence, and had no idea how to properly protect their blind spots.
Before Zarek had even gotten close to their main headquarters, he had already wiped out all of their elite teams. Even back when his stats were inferior to theirs—while tired from endless battles at that—he had easily dealt with Wyatt and the others. Let alone now.
He was in the middle of training himself, but one wouldn't even be able to tell.
