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"You're Jason Leigh, right? Human resources informed me that you're only a high school graduate. Do you really understand all this?" "I used to be a mercenary," I corrected him in a calm but clear voice. Tony was taken aback, but he quickly laughed out loud. His laugh was so loud that it echoed throughout the workshop. The people standing next to him laughed along. "What's a mercenary doing here as a stockkeeper? Who would believe you, Leigh?"

The eagle standing on the steward's shoulder suddenly flapped its wings and streaked across the sky like a white lightning bolt. "This brat is going to get into trouble." A mercenary gloated. The veterans had seen many unruly mercenaries being torn to pieces by the saint-level eagle. They already considered the teal-robed young man a dead man. In order to invade the new world, the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop had recruited quite several newbies. These newbies would surely be regarded as cannon fodder. They were very unruly and tended to disobey instructions. It was time to warn them by punishing one of them.

Seras Nakamura—Sunrise Cheer Vice Captain, Void Swarm killer, one of the four who ended the war. Lucian—Dragon Consort, storm-survivor, the one who burned half a swarm hive single-handed. They’re in her school textbooks—recent history unit, “The Swarm War: Heroes of the New Accord.” Photos of them mid-battle, grainy news clips, the four of them (Celeste, Remy, Seras, Lucian) on the cover of every post-war history book. And now they’re here—real, breathing, smiling at her. Mia stammers—voice barely above a whisper.

Aurora. I tightened my grip on Gunner’s side, digging my fingernails into his flesh. Gunner stared at Doyle, and Doyle stared back at Gunner. I looked around us, we were still surrounded. At a quick glance I counted nine, ten including the Alpha. Should be easy to take them. I've taken down more than this on my own before. But Gunner doesn’t seem like the type to get scared at just anyone. He called these ones mercenaries. I've never heard of Werewolf mercenaries. I wonder if the hunters knew about them. Probably not, or else they would have extinguished them by now. Human mercenaries earn their reputation, similar to that of a hunter clan. I can only assume that wolf mercenaries work the sa

Chapter 3: The Nerd's moan The nerdy girl stood frozen in the doorway, her glasses slipping down her nose, her assignment papers trembling in her hands. Her eyes were huge behind the lenses as she stared at me bent over Harlan’s desk with his thick cock still buried deep inside my dripping pussy. She let out a tiny squeak, spun on her heels, and bolted. The door slammed shut behind her. I looked back over my shoulder at Harlan, my walls still fluttering around him. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, pushing my ass back against him. “I know her. She’s harmless. I’ll handle it. Just keep fucking me.”

I began speaking into the receiver in a scarily calm voice. "Ms. Lindell, this is Terence. I'm at Erudite International School. In ten minutes, come and settle your family's mess." The moment I finished speaking, Wendy and Zachary looked at each other before breaking out into laughter. "Hahaha! He's insane! How can he be so confident? I can't believe he's still putting on this act!" Wendy could barely stand straight with how hard she was laughing.

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Chapter 11 — The Enemy Within The northern stronghold rose from the frozen cliffs like a fortress carved from the bones of the earth. Returning riders clattered over the drawbridge, their horses’ flanks steaming in the frigid air. The iron portcullis groaned closed behind them, sealing the gates with a shuddering finality. Eolan swung down from his saddle, the victory of the skirmish already feeling hollow. The mercenaries had scattered into the snow, but the black-clawed banners still haunted his mind. Whoever commanded them had sent a probing strike—a test, not an assault. The real blow was still coming.