A kill order. Their group leader just issued a kill order against those two men, who killed more than a dozen of them in a few seconds. Baby Scrooge got so mad that he lost a few good mercs in the hands of one unnamed man. The man was not even harmed.
"Are you sure?" A lady in a skimpy gold dress chuckled, attracting the attention of the goons. It was that woman that their boss was playing with before he saw the news on his phone. She was even checking her dress and flattening creases on it. The woman only looked at them when she felt all their eyes on her.
She pulled the top of her dress to make sure her breasts wouldn't hop out, not even breaking eye contact with the people in her line of sight. "I heard Pareidolia's moving around for the art exhibit. What will you do if your men run into Duke instead?"
