At those words, they nodded and secretly noted it down.
Walking forwards, after a while, they came to that place with a fire lit in front of them. The smell of blood was still lingering. Although the corpses on the ground had obviously been disposed of, there were no corpses to be seen in the surroundings, only some bloodstains.
Thirty or so mercenaries were standing or sitting around there talking, and amongst these mercenaries, there were several young men and women.
"Old Zheng, how is it? Did you catch up with the people?"
Another middle-aged man saw them come back, so he opened his mouth, and his gaze turned, and somewhat surprisingly landed on Seventeen and a few children who were following behind.