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With a clink, Feng Huang tossed away the dagger in her hand with a look of annoyance on her face.
"Hmph, after all this time, you're still the same big idiot as always."
Feng Huang never understood why so many old hands, men much older than Xu Fan, were willing to willingly call him "boss."
Even to the point of dying for him.
In her eyes, such indifferent feelings were always just a burden that tied one down.
Birds of a feather flock together, the whole of White Crescent were all goods of the same kind as Xu Fan.
Feng Huang, who believed that only heartlessness could keep one alive, always felt that even with an additional person like herself, it wouldn't take long for this group of idiots forming the Mercenary Corps to perish in the dog-eat-dog Underground World.
However, over the years, she had seen the name White Crescent stun people time and again, and even make them shiver with fear.
