All settled accounts were resolved, and all cleaned up—it was now time to leave.
Everyone from Alpha 5 had departed, and this time things had gone smoothly without incident. However, this was normal; if PMC engagements always resulted in fierce combat, no one would join a PMC.
Though the risk was high, nine out of ten times one would make it through safely. This was the standard for an industry, after all—a PMC was ultimately a lot safer than mercenaries who had to fight with each contact, and the death rate was much lower.
So calling over Zhao Qian to make a bit of money and then pulling out was indeed looking after a friend.
