The harbor wharf howled with sea winds, as a large crowd waited anxiously.
At that moment, no one spoke, and most of them were weighed down with heavy thoughts.
It now seemed that this final round of information theft competition wasn't so much a contest as it was a trap.
After all this, if they hadn't secured any points, with people injured or even dead, wouldn't that be like losing the wife and the soldiers?
By now, many in the Mercenary Teams had realized that this last round was a malicious ploy by Skull.
The victors were sure to be Fierce Tiger or Persian Gulf Team, those trusted by Skull.
Many had already lost any hope of a lucky victory and prayed only that their people wouldn't get hurt or killed...
"There's someone over there!"
In front of the quiet iron gate, someone with sharp eyes suddenly shouted towards the distance.
