"So you're not working with the Veiled Nights?" Reign inquired, his gaze fixed on the five divergent, vigilant for any potential threats.
Though he possessed enough strength, he remained cautious of surprise attacks, recognizing his limitations. He didn't want to experience again what happened to that girl whom he initially considered a nobody. Better be safe than sorry.
"Listen here trash, we're from the Scorpion Mercenary group. Unlike you, who claim to be criminals but are merely government lackeys," sneered the man in the biker jacket with disdain.
'Government lackeys?' Reign paused.
He didn't give much thought to the Scorpion Mercenaries, but the idea of his own organization being secretly controlled by the government was unsettling, to say the least.
"Are you sure you're not really from the Veiled Nights?" Reign inquired again.
The five divergents' eyes narrowed in response to Reign's repeated question.
Did he not hear them?
