Hearing this and after seeing their contemptuous and gloomy gazes, that Golden Core cultivator laughed out loudly. "What do you mean by extricating these kids from trouble? We just can't stand idle seeing you big people bullying some kids. But, from your words, I got the impression that you wanted to cross swords with us?"
"Then, I have to warn you. You can tell from our clothes that we're mercenaries. There are not merely the two of us, so you have to think well. Do you want to cross swords with us? If we fight, haha, we won't withdraw our swords before seeing blood."
Listening to this naked threat, those dozen or so men's faces turned gloomy. They stared at the two men and saw the confident look on their faces. There was not even a sliver of fear which made them could not help start to ponder.
A mercenary team was generally composed of a dozen or so members. These two who were sent as pathfinders were not the strongest in the mercenary team. If so, then...
