"Put away your eyeballs, or I'll gouge them out." Pence twisted her neck, making a clicking sound, her tone fierce yet tinged with a hint of coldness.
"I plan to hire you three as bodyguards, for life. I need not only ability, but also courage and strength. It's a buyout, with an annual salary of 30 million, plus benefits and other benefits, and future increases." Zhao An stated his recruitment conditions, quite generously. You have to remember that a mercenary doesn't make 10 million, at most 5 million. Mercenaries aren't robbers, and they don't earn that much. So 30 million a year is an exorbitant sum.
Zhao An wasn't spending nearly 100 million a year to buy three big horses to ride, but to assess their abilities. He wanted them to help train more female bodyguards. This is like the saying "eggs lay eggs," a steady supply. A long-term business. Otherwise, with 30 million, there are all sorts of women he can play with, so why bother with these big horses whose auras are so cold they can make men impotent? That murderous aura was real, never deceptive!
"Defeat us, and we'll accept your employment. There's no compensation for being maimed here, man. I'll give you one last chance to think it over." Pence removed his gloves and unleashed a punch, denting a steel plate. Five centimeters thick steel could actually be dented by a woman. This level of lethality might be acceptable on a man, but on a woman it would only be surprising and delightful.
The mercenaries present, both white and black, smiled intriguedly. These three women were a formidable match. Either attack them all together or leave them alone. Quite a few had been killed, and the most brutal of all was the one who dared to sever a customer's penis, severing it with a tactical dagger!
Zhao An glanced around. From the mercenaries' expressions, he could tell he'd hit a wall. "Are we competing here? What? Shooting or fighting?"
"If you're a man, come up and fight us." Pence hooked his finger, his expression filled with contempt.
"Three at a time? I'll take on ten, and then seven more. Who's up?" Zhao An adjusted his casual clothes, tightening the drawstrings around his body. The clothes, made of pure nanomaterials, looked ordinary, but they were actually fireproof, waterproof, and bulletproof. It's just that there's no need to show off such high-end stuff.
As soon as these words were spoken, several mercenaries came out in displeasure, clenching their fists, their joints crackling.
Pence's eyes grew cold, like a female leopard sizing up prey, an extremely dangerous one. With a gesture, the two companions behind him exchanged glances and deployed their usual battle formation, used against powerful opponents. So far, no one has escaped their siege alive.
"Come on!" Zhao An had barely finished speaking when a burly white man launched an attack, launching a punch at his abdomen. The direction and angle of the punch were bizarre, neither up nor down, hitting right between his lower abdomen and chest—a position that was difficult to defend against and awkward.
However, Zhao An showed no sign of discomfort. He grabbed the man's fist with his right hand and spun it. The immense force, coupled with the excruciating pain in his wrist, forced the man to follow suit, his entire body whirling under the immense inertia.
Bang! Zhao An launched a kick, colliding with a mercenary who had used a flying kick.
"Ah!" The black mercenary screamed, flying backwards faster than he had come, crashing into numerous treadmills and falling to the ground. His leg was oddly twisted, bent by the immense force. Fortunately, he'd been exercising regularly; if it were any other man, he'd probably have suffered a comminuted fracture!
Bang! Every time Zhao An dodged, he would unleash a lightning-fast punch, piercing the besieging muscular man's stomach. His strength surpassed that of an average human, his body enhanced to the extreme. A single blow robbed the opponent of his strength, and the excruciating pain in his stomach, even to the point of his intestines collapsing, was invisible, yet it could bring even the most battle-hardened mercenary to the ground.
Zhao An, a certified surgical expert, was intimately familiar with every part of the human body. He could discern a man's weaknesses at a glance, regardless of his region.
Seven mercenaries were brought down in less than five seconds. None of them could stand; they all collapsed, clutching their stomachs. Were it not for their unwavering willpower, they would have cried out.
Looking at the remaining three muscular women, Zhao An's eyes were filled with amusement. "Come on, all of you!"
"Looking for death!" Pence roared, sprinting quickly, punching the man in the face.
As Pence threw his punch, a muscular black woman with six-pack abs darted from the left and slid in to land a kick on the man's ankle, knocking him off balance and rendering him unable to defend against the attack.
To his right, another sturdy white woman used her elbow as a weapon, a position that allowed her to concentrate even greater force, capable of piercing an adult's head with a single blow!
Bang! Zhao An didn't dodge, letting them strike him. One to the chest, one to the ankle, and one to the waist—a trifecta of attacks no man could defend against. If the kick succeeded, the man would likely slip and fall, landing right in the direction of the woman's elbow. The impact would have been fatal, potentially crippling him.
Pence was astonished to find that the woman could withstand their attacks so completely. It was as if the strength that could kill a cow with a single punch was completely shattered by the woman.
He grabbed Pence's breasts and squeezed them vigorously. "They're so elastic! You'll feel so good fucking them!"
"You're looking for death!" Pence angrily raised her right foot and kneed Zhao An, trying to break his balls. She had no idea what mercy meant. Anyone who dared to touch her must die!
Bang! Zhao An slashed at Pence's neck with a knife-like blow. With incredible force and mastery of her meridians, he struck at acupuncture points, knocking her unconscious.