Hmm!?
Too little?
George furrowed his brow, was twenty percent really considered too little?
White Mitchell was being way too greedy!n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Even twenty percent was a stretch. Under normal circumstances, he would only offer ten percent as a reward to his subordinates.
Offering White Mitchell twenty percent was already extremely generous.
Of course, this wasnât a gratuitous offer. He had no intention of giving White Mitchell anything unless he proved his worth by staying alive.
This offer was made solely to get White Mitchell on his side for now.
Yet, he did not anticipate that White Mitchell was so greedy, it was truly infuriating.
It was true that greed could be easily controlled.
However, once it surpassed oneâs control, it was very likely to backfire.
âAre you challenging my bottom line?!â George was visibly upset.
At this moment, the strong warriors behind George were also filled with indignation: âLord George, why are you wasting your time with this brat? Why donât you just finish him off?â
âExactly, Lord George, he is no match for you. If you take him on, we can handle the rest,â another Innate Second Stage powerhouse said.
Upon hearing these words, others began to voice their agreement: âThese people are like trash in my eyes, killing them is simpler than killing a chicken!
My blade has been thirsty for too long, itâs about time it got some blood!
These people from the Dragon Realm are foolish, daring to attack our Heavenly Gang City. This time, they must not be allowed to leave alive!â
The war cry from Georgeâs side was deafening, as they attempted to suppress the soldiers of the White War Department.
Obviously, this was a psychological tactic. However, what puzzled them was that the people of the White War Department, stood like immovable blocks of wood.
Despite their threats, they remained indifferent to the point where not even an eyelid twitched.
Seeing this, George and the others couldnât help but furrow their brows.
âLord George, these people seem a bit strange. Donât you feel that their demeanor seems familiar?â one of the strong warriors couldnât help but say to George.
Familiar?
George was startled, narrowing his eagle-like eyes to look at the three thousand soldiers behind White Mitchell.
They saw that each soldier had an unbelievably steadfast gaze, like machines which would only be moved by orders and no other external affairs could shake their mentality.
George had witnessed such a situation once before.
It was when he was still with the Falcon Battle Department.
Unless his memory was faulty, it was during an encounter with the Dragon Realm War Department.
The confrontation was small in scale, only involving a few dozen people.
However, George clearly remembered that when faced with a desperate situation, the soldiers of the Dragon Realm War Department did not retreat an inch.
They were willing to sacrifice themselves for their beliefs.
At that time, although the Falcon Battle Department had the upper hand, many of its soldiers were still intimidated by the acts of those from the Dragon Realm.
Among them was George himself!
Thinking of this, Georgeâs expression instantly became solemn, staring fiercely at White Mitchell: âAre you from the Dragon Realm War Department?!â