"Buried."
Han Feng's voice was calm, as if he were talking about some trivial matter.
He pointed to his own backpack.
"There was a natural sinkhole there. I threw the bodies in, filled it with dirt, and then piled large rocks on top."
"Unless someone deliberately goes digging with a shovel, no one will ever find it."
Zhang Hao stared at him for several seconds.
The cold glint in his eyes finally, slowly, receded.
He nodded.
"Well done."
Zhang Hao turned and gestured with his chin at the backpacks on the ground, the ones bearing the Flame Badge.
"Fan Jian."
"Take all these backpacks outside and find a secluded place to burn them."
"Remember to scatter the ashes. Don't leave a single trace."
His voice was as cold as iron.
"We can't keep these things."
"The Blazing Fire Corps sent a lot of people in this time."
"If any other Mercenaries see them, it'll be a world of trouble."
"Understood."
