Howling wind mercenary group.
In the conference Hall of Wind howl's mercenary group, many people were sitting upright and still, staring at their leader.
"Leader, I think this mission is acceptable." An older man said. He sat down on the first seat to the left of the regiment commander. It was obvious that his position was not low.
"Ten stalks of blood pact grass, five bottles of Emperor tier fourth class medicinal pills," the old man continued,"we won't be able to get such a reward even if we do it dozens of times."
"Uncle Wang, you're right. The mission is a bit risky." The leader of howling wind said.
He sat at the head of the table with a calm expression. There was nothing outstanding about his facial features. He was tall but did not have a powerful aura.
At first glance, he felt that this person had no ambition.
