"Life as a mercenary is super chill, since there's always work to do—overwork, overtime, more overwork—not only do you get paid for it, but you also can seize all kinds of unexpected spoils of war as a nice surprise. The only frustrating part is when your employer hires you to kill someone."
Chatting is a daily habit, killing is a job, and Miss Su Zhizhu, with her constant smile, exudes danger from top to bottom.
It's the same small room as before, just different people…"The fighter" was sent to the arena and likely won't be seen outside until she and her sisters use up their dwindling life points.
"The opponents...either too strong, or... too weak."
What troubled her was that despite the state-of-the-art training facilities, there were no opponents of the right level for her to spar with.
Those opponents she couldn't see clearly were all too weak, and even though you can revive repeatedly in this super rule-building, it didn't have the same effect as life-and-death fights.
