A small A-Grade mercenary group? Who was so arrogant? How dare they say that about Brother Qin Yu?
The gaze in Beiting Huang's eyes was like a sharp blade. He looked up and saw that the person who had spoken provocatively was surrounded by a large group of people. He stood on the highest step at the entrance of the Mercenary Alliance branch, looking down at Beiting Huang and the others.
The twenty-something-year-old man's short hair stood up as if he had been struck by Lightning. His face was fair, his red lips were blood-red, and he looked a little like a Western vampire. There was the symbol of a snowflake on his shoulder.
Behind this person were 10 to 20 people wearing clothes identical to his. It was obvious that they were from the same team. When they saw Beiting Huang and the others, they also looked at them with disdain.
"Blizzard Mercenary Group?" Chu Feng had seen this symbol before and immediately told him about the origins of the other party.
