The Sting Ant had always treated the internal conflict as a headache that couldn't be solved. The Sacred Flame Mercenary Group had been developing for so many years. If they could solve the internal conflict, they would have become one of the top mercenary groups in the world.
This was the reason why there were only a dozen people left. The members of the Sacred Flame Mercenary Group had been replaced frequently enough.
Although there wouldn't be people joining and leaving every year, there would still be new people joining every three to five years. And every three to five years, there would definitely be casualties. As mercenaries, this was very normal.
It was not easy for Sakano to be able to follow the Sting Ant for seven years. In the Sacred Flame mercenary group, other than Eugene, Joyce, and Tu Zibai, who joined Sacred Flame earlier than Sakano Kun, everyone else joined later than him.
Jin Zhongshuo was the latest to join. There was another guy who joined a year later than Jin Zhongshuo. He died on his second year in the Sacred Flame Mercenary Group due to a mission.
That was why Jin Zhongshuo, who had been in the Sacred Flame Mercenary Group for four years, was still considered a 'newcomer'.
However, this newcomer's strength was not to be underestimated. The Sting Ant believed that Jin Zhongshuo's strength was even higher than Alice and Tu Zibai.
They didn't take a taxi. Instead, they called for a rental car. About ten minutes later, two large caravans appeared in front of them.
They were different from normal tourists. They didn't have much luggage. They only had two very exquisite suitcases with a password. The two suitcases were always in Tu Zibai's hands.
Even when they got in the car, the suitcases were always in Tu Zibai's hands.
The short dispute was over, but Sakano-kun's mood was not high. The stinging ant's words chilled him to the core. Even he himself felt like he had been abandoned by someone.
To be honest, he really didn't like this feeling. It made him feel uncomfortable, disgusted, and wronged.
However, he couldn't deny that Jin Zhongshuo's strength was indeed higher than his. As the leader, the Sting Ant would undoubtedly choose a more valuable person to stay by his side. If it were anyone else, they would have done the same.
Sakano couldn't accept this. He knew that he had to solve the problem and solve the dangerous situation.
The Sting Ant said that after the matter was over, they would split the money and let Jin Zhongshuo and him settle their personal grudges. When the time came, he would die in Jin Zhongshuo's hands. So what if he got the money? A dead person couldn't spend money.
If he didn't want to die, he should get the hell out of here as soon as possible. He didn't even want the money.
But Sano-kun had spent a lot of effort on this matter. Now that he was suddenly asked to give up, that was definitely impossible! Moreover, the beast's head was such a precious item. The amount of money that belonged to him was enormous! He could not give up on the money!
If he wanted money and his life, there was a way to leave the Sacred Flame Mercenary Group unscathed with the money … However, the risk was too great.
Sakano-kun, who had just started having crooked thoughts, was reminded by someone.
"Some things can be done, and some things can't be done." Jim knew Sano-kun very well, so when Sano-kun thought of something, he also sensed it. After getting on the car, Sano-kun had been silent, which made Jim feel that something was wrong.
Apart from Victor and Jim, there were also Cook, Joyce, Jeremy, and Fodravo in the same car as Sakano. Perhaps only the four of them were willing to ride with Sakano because they were more neutral than the rest.
The others in the Sacred Flame Mercenary Group were already very disgusted with Sano-kun.
Other than the people in the two cars, there was another person who left first, Tecaril. In the words of the stinging ant, Tecaril was a shrewd pathfinder.
Tecaril went to find a hotel first. They needed a comfortable and safe environment with a lot of escape routes. Therefore, they needed Tecaril to search carefully. After all, they were not in a hurry to check in.
The stinging ant was a careful person. He knew very well that if he wanted to find a sense of security in an unfamiliar place, he had to first familiarize himself with the streets and alleys of the city.
After getting on the car, they began to have people lead them on the main roads of the city. Everyone's gaze was placed outside the window, looking at the terrain and streets.
They remembered where the most congested streets were and where the smoothest roads were.
The two cars circled the roads for close to three hours. Finally, the stinging ant received a message from Tecaril. The hotel was booked and the location was sent to the stinging ant's phone.
The stinging ant turned to look at Krovski. "How is it? How familiar are you with this place?"
"Ninety-five percent." Krovski grinned. He was known as the 'road idiot' in the Sacred Flame Mercenary Group. He was the slowest to familiarize himself with a place.
Therefore, when Krovski was more or less familiar with a city, the others would have no problem. This was one of the stinging ant's criteria. At the very least, he was now very familiar with the streets and alleys of the city.
"Then we'll go back to the hotel to rest. Everyone has worked hard these days." The stinging ant apologized. "But for the sake of safety and smoothness, I had to make that choice."
Alice stretched lazily. "I can finally use the hotel's bathtub to take a comfortable bath."
"Alice, you're the one who suffered the most." The stinging ant did not put on airs with his own people. "I'm sorry."
"Leader, some things are not what you think." Alice understood the stinging ant very well. "If you let me stay in the hotel, take a bath every morning and night, and wear dry and clean clothes, you wouldn't have let me sleep in the forest."
The stinging ant laughed bitterly. "Your understanding is the greatest comfort to me."
"What about them? Their understanding is also important. "Alice said.
The stinging ant smiled. "They don't need to understand at all. They're all men. Sleeping in the wilderness is no big deal. All men should like that feeling. They're not like you."
Eugene looked helpless. "Leader, actually, men also like to be dry and cool."
"That means you're too feminine." Krovski waved his hand. "Men don't care about these things!"
"Don't say that men don't care." Eugene felt that he was not being hypocritical if he spoke the truth. "In modern society, no one likes to live like a savage. Only those who don't live in the mud every day can be called a mercenary group. Those who wear suits and ties can also be called a mercenary group."
Alice smiled. "Then you don't understand Krovski at all. He's from a fighting race."
"Fighting race?" Eugene snorted. "I'm afraid that's a little flattering."
The stinging ant smiled. "I'm not trying to flatter Russia. They are indeed a fighting nation."
"When boxing was popular in the United States, the Russians came and the boxing champion of the United States fell. When karate was popular in Japan, the Russians came and the Japanese karate master was KO'd. When wrestling was popular … the Russian bear monsters came to mess things up again … The result … is obvious. "Alice shrugged.
The stinging ant nodded. "Yes, Japanese judo was popular, and the Russian Lao Pu appeared … The Japanese probably wanted to vomit blood."
"Have you seen the MMA mixed martial arts of the past few years?"
"What?" Eugene wasn't very interested in these things.
"The Russian bear monster has an Amylenko, the Martial Arts Tsar," Alice said. Clarice said, "This is enough to prove that this tribe that grew up in such a harsh environment has a valiant and tyrannical aura that no other tribe can compare to. The long years of cold weather also created the tall and majestic Russian bear monster physique."
"That's right. The climate in the north is colder, so the northerners are taller than the southerners for the same reason. Because of the low temperature, they have to eat more food to replenish their calories, so they eat more nutrients. In this way, the tough culture and fierce physique made the Russians a fighting race, "Krovski said lightly." We are monsters that grew up in a harsh environment. "
Eugene grinned. "You really think it's a compliment."
"We Russians have never been ashamed of being called a fighting nation," Krovsky said confidently. "We have always taken it as a compliment!"
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