"Wright, you can't kill me!"
Under the snowstorms on the streets of the Novite District, standing among the ruins of buildings, the entirely black-clad Lutz clutched his chest wound, his face twisted in ferocity as he stared at the middle-aged man before him. "My Mercenary Corps is an unofficial member of the Rockville Consortium. If you kill me, you will offend the Rockville Consortium. The depth of such a long-standing consortium is beyond your imagination."
"Hmm,"
Wright twirled the short sword in his hand, gazing at Lutz, whose clothes were already torn and body covered with wounds. "Your Mercenary Corps doesn't have a Federation-approved qualification, right? You are part of Rockville Energy Group."
