Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Regardless of status, Mercenary Paradise only required professional qualities.
There were all sorts of mercenaries in it, but they had one common characteristic: their fervent love for wars. Wars were everything to them and they sought profits unmindful of perils.
In other words, ‘As long as someone is willing to pay me, I’m willing to slave for that person. There is only money in my eyes—no right or wrong; no good and evil. Just like how I can serve God, I can serve Satan, too.’
‘Desperadoes’ was another way of describing them.
Mercenary Paradise had four aces, and they were Vermilion Bird, Peaceful Tyrant, Snow Fox, and Oceanus.
Snow Fox and Vermillion Bird specialized in assassination and infiltration operation respectively, whereas Peaceful Tyrant and Oceanus were well-deserving aces of the mercenaries for having outstanding leadership.
People who wandered down this path did not have much loyalty to their countries, nor did they have a concept between good and evil or right and wrong.
They were professional soldiers who could be employed by any countries or individuals to fight in wars regardless of national interests and any other consequences.
The only two things that motivated them were money and their proclivities.
How could his men be compared to those war machines?
With those ace mercenaries in service, there was no chance for his men to move even a step closer.
“Since things have turned out this way, we must bring that child back to the Mu family; only then will we have the chance to act!” he ordered.
Given their current situation, that was the only way.
The boy could definitely be brought back if Mu Sheng were to step in.
With his current power and authority, he could easily deploy a troop from the military anytime he wanted.
Mu Wanrou hung up the phone with gritted teeth and took in a deep breath of cool air.
A lamp was lit in the study.
Seated at the desk, Mu Sheng was going through the financial statements for this year’s new quarter. With his spectacles on, his withered hand flipped through the pages as he scanned through them expressionlessly.
Pom, pom, pom!
There were light taps on the door.
“Who is it?” He raised his head to squint at the door.
“Grandpa, it’s me, Wanrou!”
Her gentle voice rang from the other side of the door. “May I come in? I have something to tell you; it’s very important!”
He pondered for a moment before placing the report aside and raising his voice. “Come in!”
Pushing open the door, she walked straight to him and placed down the cup of tea she had brought in for him. With bowed head, she announced neutrally, “Grandpa, I’ve found the child.”
“Oh?” He was still wondering what important matter it was when she suddenly brought up the child. He raised a brow at once. “The child?!”
“Yes! I’ve found the child’s whereabouts. Should we bring him back to the Mu residence?”
She asked tentatively while sizing him up.
The old man immediately stood up while banging the table, apparently in an agitated state. “Where is he? Bring me to him! We’ll go now without a moment’s delay and bring the child back right away!”
“Now? It’s late at night now. Can your body take it?”
His facial muscles twitched a little in his excitement. With a gratified expression on his face, he dismissed her concern. “You don’t have to care so much! Make arrangements now and call people to accompany us in bringing back the child!”
She smiled obediently in return. “Yes, grandpa. I’ll make the necessary arrangements right away.”
