They were mercenaries after all, and this place was indeed very safe, so this team seemed a little lazy. Some squatted on the ground and smoked cigars, while others stood by the tree and fiddled with daggers.
Everyone's faces were filled with insufferable arrogance. What was even more interesting was that in this team of 100 people, they were actually standing in separate teams. Although they did not talk to each other, it was obvious from their eyes that they were wary of each other and did not completely trust each other.
This was also a habit among mercenaries. Everyone was someone who used money to buy their lives. There was no loyalty, let alone comradeship.
Today, everyone could fight together because of one operation. Tomorrow, perhaps in another operation, yesterday's comrades would become targets.
