Her face, at this moment, suddenly became extremely ruthless, and the aura that originally shrouded her became even colder.
This even caused anyone who remotely approached her to begin sensing the ice-cold aura that Violet could emanate, sending shivers down their spine.
If Bronze Shield was merely an insignificant small mercenary group, then naturally there wouldn't be a need to establish so many people to manage others.
If there was only one group leader, she would be able to know the names of all her subordinates, in such a case, there would be no need to establish governance.
But the problem facing Violet right now was, she didn't know whether the people she was encountering were her subordinates or not.
The only way she could distinguish between a passerby mercenary and one from her own group was whether they carried the unique symbol of Bronze Shield on their person.
