"Are you aware of who you're speaking with right now?!" Poison Scorpion angrily exclaimed. He had never been treated so poorly in front of other mercenary groups before, not even given a chance to speak, and just told to get lost. Moreover, the other party shouldn't be stupid; how could they possibly refuse or antagonize the Poison Scorpion Mercenary Group?
Arrogant!
Absolutely arrogant!
The gaunt-faced young man with a ghostly grin spoke with a harsh tone, "I'll give you three seconds; if you don't get lost, don't blame us for being impolite!"
Poison Scorpion was thoroughly enraged, his voice icy, "Alright! I want to see just how 'impolite' you can be!"
"It seems there's no need to count to three!"
