"Ladies and gentlemen, I have called you all here to discuss strategies for the prosperity of our mercenary world."
A few days ago, many mercenary elites had been summoned, but it was only an hour before Lu Hong entered Mercenary Cliff that the King of Mercenaries revealed his true form—he was clearly buying time.
"Captain Fang, you've had us hanging around for days just for this?" Yan Xinghe of the Zhihuo Mercenary Group curled his lip, "I would have been better off taking on a few more missions for a more tangible reward."
Where there's war, there's a chance for mercenaries to make a fortune. Any decent mercenary, who's already put life and death on his belt, fears not death as much as being penniless.
The financial cut-off imposed by the King of Mercenaries on the Sacred Empire hit the entire mercenary world hard, as the empire's offer had been outrageously high. According to Lan Sa, finishing this job would allow one to live lavishly for a year or two.
