A gust of autumn wind carrying a chill passed by, rustling the leaves.
The temperature in Capital City was getting lower in November. Occasionally, a cold wind would sweep through the depths of the Cangyun Mountain Range on the northern edge of the city, making people shiver uncontrollably.
At this moment, Wang Li, Ye Dongjian, and others from various groups were boiling with enthusiasm, their gazes all converging on Adolf, the only remaining member of the Skyfiend Mercenary Corps. They looked at him like predators eyeing their prey, eyes gleaming with impatience.
"Wang Li, leave this last member of the Skyfiend Mercenary Corps for me to deal with," Ye Dongjian said, rubbing his palms together.
Wang Li firmly shook his head and said, "It was our group that first discovered the members of the Skyfiend Mercenary Corps. They should be our group's prey."
