Chapter 38: The Morin Mercenary Corps.
RUSTLE… RUSTLE… RUSTLE…
As the grass rustled, three men soon walked into the entrance of the tree hollow. The one in the middle had a wild look about him. He was powerfully built, clad in beast skins, with a ferocious beast's head tattooed on his chest. Of the other two, one was tall and thin with a blank expression, wearing a standard mercenary uniform with a greatsword strapped to his back. The last man was short and small with a distinctly weaselly face. Two daggers were tucked into his belt, and his triangular eyes darted left and right, marking him as the team's assassin.
"Huh? There's a brat in here," the weaselly-looking mercenary exclaimed in surprise upon spotting Mu Chen sitting inside the hollow.
The captain with the beast-head tattoo looked at Mu Chen with icy eyes. Seeing he was just a Second Ring Martial Artist, he said flatly, "I'm in a bad mood today. I'll give you three seconds. Get the hell out of here."
