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Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

“That’s why I’m still alive.” I walk closer, sizing him up. Broad shoulders, faded tattoos across his arms. His clothes smell of old blood and gunpowder. A mercenary. One of the infamous ones whispered about in packs. Hunters who kill anything supernatural for the right price. “You’re late,” I say, my voice sharp. “And you’re desperate,” he replies, leaning back. “Desperate men pay better.” My claws twitch at my sides, but I force them to retract. I can’t kill him. Not yet. “Do you even know who I am?”

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

Over the past 20 years, Bloodthirsty Mercenary became the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. There were three main reasons why Somerland valued Justin so much. First of all, Justin was strong and was already at the peak of Dragon Rank. Even if Lucas and Leeman joined hands, they were not his opponent. Secondly, he was extremely powerful. He controlled Bloodthirsty Mercenary, the third-largest mercenary in the global underworld. It had tens of thousands of members and was well-armed. Thirdly and most importantly, the Bloodthirsty Mercenary Justin controlled was on Dark Cape—strategically located on Somerland's border with Falconia.

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

Soon, everything would fall into place. A few minutes later, the door opened again, and the mercenary walked in. He was exactly what I expected: Tall, broad-shouldered, with a burly frame that filled the doorway. His clothes were simple, rugged, and stained with the dirt of many roads. A thick scar ran down the side of his face, disappearing into a tangle of unkempt hair. His eyes were cold and calculating, the eyes of a man who had seen and done things that would make most people shudder.

"Alright." Then, she handed a bronze plate to him. "Here's your tag. To reach the next rank, you just have to bring in ten bronze tags from completing quests to exchange for a silver rank tag. It's that easy." Caleb nodded. And with that, he was now the mercenary with the call sign 'Death'. He had done his homework and studied the class of mercenaries too. It went in the ascending order of bronze, silver, gold, platinum, prince, king, honor, supreme, and legend, with the finders of the Merc Union being legend rank themselves, each of whom were Emperor rank in cultivation!

"If she truly is a tribrid, that would explain so much." Vincent says. "Like what?" "Like why several mercenaries were hired to kill her." "Wait.. what? Mercenaries? How do you know for sure?" "All mercenaries are either rogue-born or ex-pack warriors. They are rogues for hire that have no moral ground. They will accept any contract. The only thing they ever care about is money. We were able to identify them through their strong wild scent. It's a smell most rogues have, however, Mercenaries are typically more subtle, as it allows them to enter a pack without being detected."

He knew she had so much ego in her, she would have never put her hatred down for the sake of hiring a mercenary! Something must have happened that time, he thought, as he readied himself for the battle. “Make your move now!” Jade shouted in what appeared to be a war cry, but he easily defeated her in seconds. As he expected, she wasn’t happy about it, and shouted, “That didn’t count! Let’s have another go!”

“The guy with the tattoos on his arms,” I say. “He was here yesterday. Where is he?” “Martell?” Stefan asks. He looks over his shoulder. “He’s here somewhere, he never misses training.” “He’s not here,” Piper says, her voice grave. “Who is he?” I ask. “What are those tattoos?” “He’s a mercenary,” Piper explains. “Doesn’t belong to any particular pack. Hires out his skills in fighting, scouting, whatever.”