"Fucking hell..."
Slan glared at Ji Jue's face, feeling the familiar chill...
This little shit was serious.
Without Lou Feng having to remind him, just from entering this place, he had fully experienced the power contained within Mercury's legacy.
As a Wandering Knight, a member of the Wild Dog Mercenaries, everyone was here to earn foreign currency. Even if it meant licking blood from the edge of a knife, one had to choose whose blood to lick; some blood couldn't even be touched without being toxic.
He wasn't some anonymous killer or assassin from Desert Market who could just change his name and avoid the storm; would he really offend a future master of Embers with his real name?
Even if Slan was stubborn, he had to consider the others in his team.
After all, everyone was working for a paycheck; if the final payment could be secured, who would really give their heart and soul for a boss?