Chapter 339 Another Type

Entering the nightclub, the gaze of numerous mercenaries lingered on the trio, as the scanner updated their features once again.

Outsiders didn't know, but the locals were well aware of just how outrageous these three bosses were, hoping they wouldn't clash with them during the mission.

There were more people here than usual—if you were close to the source, you'd get first dibs, and foreign mercenaries had no right to come here looking for work; the locals held that information.

But the money wasn't easy to make.

"I told you to fucking come over here! If you don't come over for the surgery, I'll be the first to put you down outside..."

"What? I'm in danger myself? You fucking wait for me!"

Inside an open private room, Lille saw a man lying on a table, gasping for his last breaths.

His neck was fitted with reinforced components, but they were smashed to bits, apparently cut by some kind of high-temperature blade, the ports charred black and neat.