Kuangzhan shuddered. He cowered, afraid to provoke this man by talking anymore.
He felt like if he was to say another sentence, his skull would shatter, let alone all his teeth.
"How about you guys?" Qiao Mu was not affected by Kuangzhan's words. She directly turned to ask Cangfeng Mercenary Group's commander.
Cangfeng Mercenary Group's commander, Wang Lu, smiled bitterly. "We only have 23 brothers total in our mercenary group, with one still heavily injured. At present, we can only be considered a small second-rank mercenary group."
Qiao Mu sized up Wang Lu and nodded, but she still replied expressionlessly, "I see that your facial features are rather exemplary. You should have great prospects in the future. You will definitely be able to succeed if you persist with your teammates."
Everyone: …
Mo Lian also twitched his mouth.
When did his little fellow become a fortune-teller?
