Her slim figure remained apparent despite being dressed in a form-fitting camouflage outfit with a bulletproof vest over it.
A triangular bayonet shone dully at the back of her waist belt while a coldly glinting Desert Eagle was quietly buckled to her far left, on standby.
Her long slender legs were tightly covered by a pair of ocean camouflage pants, and she wore a dashing pair of military boots on her feet; a razor-sharp dagger was hidden in one of them.
On her iron-clad wrist was an exquisite engraving of a vermilion bird covered in fire.
The evening breeze blew across the room from the ajar windows.
Her short, blond hair fluttered in the wind and swept against her cold, beautiful face.
Under her handsome brows was an evil and alluring pair of almond-shaped eyes.
This young girl was none other than one of the ace leaders of Mercenary Paradise, Vermilion Bird.
She was also his personal subordinate.
He only frowned in reply.
