A crowd of people set off, a mighty procession.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, they arrived early at the agreed pub.
Though still in business, the pub appeared somewhat rundown, but compared to this desolate main street, it was a rather conspicuous presence.
Just as they reached the entrance, they heard the lively and noisy sounds coming from inside.
Flossie Wright and her group got out of the car and swaggered in.
The space inside wasn't large, and several Mercenary Corps had already arrived before them. As soon as this crowd walked in, they could feel numerous pairs of eyes sweeping over them, scrutinizing and evaluating, with some even filled with outright hostility. Meanwhile, Anonymous's group didn't flinch, each standing straight with not even a furrowed brow.
"So many Mercenary Corps?" Rowdy Brightwill leaned closer to Flossie Wright, asking somewhat puzzled.
For these upright soldiers who had just arrived, they truly didn't understand the situation here.
