Night fades away.
Day breaks.
The trio—Ye Qiubai, Blackie, and Shi Sheng—arrived early at the entrance of the Mercenary Guild.
The Scales Mercenary Group, led by He Lin, strolled over at a leisurely pace.
Their eyes brimming with mockery.
He Lin laughed, "Kid, here's my last bit of advice for you—at your current level, don't go humiliating yourselves."
"I could let bygones be bygones since you newbies aren't worth fussing over."
"Maybe on other missions, I could even show you the ropes."
Ye Qiubai just smiled and shook his head. "Take us under your wing? Wouldn't that mean splitting the reward with you too?"
Clearly.
Ye Qiubai's words were a hard rejection of the Scales Mercenary Group.
Behind He Lin, a wiry man barked, "Don't push your luck! You're just a bunch of rookies. Good thing our Captain's got a mild temper—if it were any other group, do you think you'd be allowed to follow Mercenary Guild rules?"
"You wouldn't even make it out the Guild doors!"
Hearing this,
