The leader of the Blood Demon Mercenary Group, Meijier, shot the head of a woman who had just served him without even furrowing his brow, as casually as stepping on an ant. He was cold, merciless, and downright inhumane.
Clap, clap! Meijier applauded twice, and two burly henchmen came in from outside, carrying away the corpse of the blonde woman Meijier had killed, leaving only Meijier and Sambaque in the room.
Even though Sambaque had been by Meijier's side for nearly ten years and was the deputy leader of the Blood Demon Mercenary Group, he had killed countless people and usually didn't care much about it. But Meijier's ruthlessness, shooting people dead over trivial displeasures, truly made Sambaque fear for his life. He worried that one wrong word might lead to Meijier shooting him dead, which would be a terribly wrongful death.
"What's the matter?" Meijier poured a glass of red wine and took a big sip before asking.
