A few minutes after Adam left the premise of the battlefield, a black man with a cigar in his mouth wearing a pair of black glasses and a black coat appeared not far from the scene alongside a few more behind him.
He looked at the scene with a face that gradually scrunched up the more he deciphered the contents and happenings of the battlefield.
The subordinate went forward and took a look at the deceased man's body before shaking their head and calling their leader to deliver the bad news.
[Falcon is also dead.]
The man took out the cigar from his mouth and let out a strained sigh, puffing up a great deal of smoke into the air.
"Smoker. what do we do now?"
Smoker, the leader of this small mercenary group, looked at the dead bodies of his companions once again and couldn't help but click his tongue with sadness and frustration.
