Draco and Jane entered the unfinished, broken building. He chuckled, while Jane's expression turned grim. They were surrounded.
"So, you two are the ones the Night Family wants to eliminate," a tall young man in his thirties said as a group of people emerged, encircling Draco and Jane.
The aura they exuded wasn't weak; it was like a pack of wolves preparing to strike.
"We're here for my sister," Jane snorted.
"Well, my job here is to eliminate you. Feel honored to die at the hands of an A-Rank Mercenary," the young man replied with a sneer.
"Hmph, which A-Rank Mercenary? I think you're just dogs taking orders from your master," Draco grinned.
The mercenaries' expressions turned cold, and they glared at Draco as though he were already dead. The young man's smile froze, his gaze filling with killing intent.
