Pei Qi looked at the team rosters and, pointing to one, said, "They have boxers and fitness trainers. Very good. Let's choose them. Let them teach those Asians a lesson. My Sacramento coins aren't that easy to earn."
"Respected Miss Pei Qi has already picked a team for your Mercenary Team. The match will be held in twenty minutes. Please have both teams enter the arena for some warm-up activities."
Soon, this team appeared before Jing Shu and her companions. They were six tall and muscular black men, clad in extremely heavy leather armor or bulletproof vests. Their mere presence exuded an imposing aura.
At this moment, a Chinese man from the corner approached them. "As a fellow Asian," he said, "even though you didn't buy the information, I must warn you. This is also a B-level Mercenary Team, with two professional boxers, two fitness trainers, and two retired soldiers. So, you all need to be careful in this match."
"Thanks," Jing Shu replied.
