"It seems they are the remaining mercenary team," Zhao Yang said to Xia Feng and Xia Bing in an indifferent tone.
Before Xia Feng could respond, the black mercenary bellowed, "Stop—talking!"
"He doesn't want us to talk," Xia Bing understood and translated for Zhao Yang and Xia Feng.
However, her words immediately provoked a strong reaction from the black mercenary, who again shouted at a higher volume, "Stop—talking!"
This time, Xia Bing spread her hands in a gesture of helplessness.
The eyes of the three mercenaries were as sharp as eagles', thoroughly intimidating.
Zhao Yang could see ferocity, bloodthirst, and violence in them; they were the embodiment of war itself!
Only those who survived death in the most extreme conditions could exhibit such a temperament!
Zhao Yang had ambushed six mercenaries earlier without having a chance to take a good look at them, but these three men finally made Zhao Yang understand what true mercenaries were!
