"Embarrassing? Why would it be embarrassing? I think it looks fantastic..."
A hint of satisfaction appeared in the eyes of the tall, sallow-skinned young man as he gazed upon the high platform, built like a throne fit for a god.
Although his skin had a yellowish tint, his mixed-race features were still apparent.
This was the leader of the Hunter’s Mark Organization, Dale Landro.
Though he appeared quite young, he was, in fact, over a hundred years old.
Dale Landro was of mixed heritage, born and raised in the Hiloba Region. His father was a full-blooded Hiloba Caucasian, while his mother was of Donghua descent, an ethnic Chinese who had crossed the ocean during the First World War.
During the Second World War, Dale was already famous, hailed as one of the world’s top ten rcenaries. He later traveled to the Black Continent to establish the Hunter’s Mark Organization, eventually earning the title of the world’s number one rcenary.
"Hmm... I feel like it’s still missing sothing..."
Staring at the god-throne before him, Dale Landro fell into deep thought, seemingly struck by inspiration.
"That’s it, it’s missing lights! Our own magnetic fields can generate imnse light, but that’s not as versatile as multicolored lights. I think we should install colored lights on the base, the kind that can rotate 360 degrees. What do you all think?"
Dale Landro said with a grin.
"Please, just don’t..."
The faces of the other Black Knights darkened at his words, and they quickly spoke up to stop him. If they let Dale actually carry out this idea, they would have no choice but to comply.
After all, in Hunter’s Mark, Dale’s word was an iron-clad command. They had to obey, and they wouldn’t dare do otherwise.
This wasn’t the first ti they’d been forced to indulge Dale’s warped sense of humor by doing sothing similar.
Like cosplaying as the gods of Hiloba, for instance...
"You’re all so dull. When you’ve traveled the world and seen temple after temple, statue after looming statue, and all those cowards groveling before them begging for protection—doesn’t it sicken you?"
"On what grounds do those cowardly clay figures get to sit on thrones and be worshipped? I say, instead of worshipping them, they should worship . The throne of a god—that is our ultimate destiny."
"Starting today, wherever Hunter’s Mark holds territory, if there are any temples, smash all the idols! I want them to know that under my rule, the only ones worthy of their worship are you and I!"
Dale Landro declared with a boisterous laugh.
’Great, he’s having another one of his episodes...’
The four strongest Black Knights of the Hunter’s Mark Organization behind him exchanged a glance, a look of weary resignation in their eyes.
"Boss, that’s not what we should be worrying about right now. The Far East Alliance has already ford, the power of the Starry Sky Country and the Celestial Beings is expanding, and the world is on the brink of instability. We need to prepare."
A woman behind him spoke. She was dressed in a black robe, her skin exceptionally fair. Even the loose garnt couldn’t conceal her jaw-dropping curves. Her stunning face was a feast for the eyes, yet it simultaneously evoked the spine-chilling fear of encountering a deadly poison.
Such brilliant beauty often conceals a terrifying nature.
This was one of the five experts in the Hunter’s Mark Organization to have earned the title of Black Knight, and also one of the world’s few female powerhouses.
Anna Titi.
"Yes, according to intel, Desolation and Baiyi have been in frequent contact recently. Desolation obviously has backing from the Starry Sky Country. If they reach an agreent, we’ll have to seriously consider our position."
"Speaking of which, Boss, Desolation and the Starry Sky Country have also contacted us many tis, and the Celestial Organization has secretly reached out as well. Which side are you actually planning to lean toward?"
Another man, a Caucasian of dium build with androgynous features, asked.
He was Black Knight Goth Dejovic, head of intelligence for the Hunter’s Mark Organization.
"Lean toward? Position?"
"Are you kidding ? As if I need to do that."
Dale sneered. Just as he was about to speak again, he heard footsteps approaching from behind.
A mber of the Hunter’s Mark Organization in a camouflage uniform walked over and whispered a few words in Goth’s ear.
"Understood."
Goth’s expression grew grave, and he waved his hand to dismiss the mber.
"What is it?"
Dale asked with a frown, studying Goth’s face.
"Intel from our inside source. A short while ago, Andy, the leader of the Desolation Organization, went to Baiyi Headquarters for a secret eting with Bai Jiu. No one knows what they talked about. In the end, Andy left Baiyi Headquarters unhard, which suggests they likely reached so sort of agreent or tentative partnership."
"Furthermore, according to the intel, after leaving Baiyi Headquarters, Andy imdiately boarded a plane. His destination... is us. He should arrive at our headquarters in about half an hour."
Goth said softly.
The other Black Knights frowned deeply upon hearing this.
They all knew what a massive appetite Bai Jiu of the Baiyi Organization had. How could the Desolation Organization, representing the Starry Sky Country, possibly have reached an agreent with him?
"If Desolation and Baiyi team up, we’ll be in a bad spot," Anna said with a frown.
"Boss, what are you going to do?"
Everyone turned their gaze to Dale. In the Hunter’s Mark Organization, his word was absolute.
"The leader of the Desolation Organization, Andy?"
A gleam flashed in Dale’s eyes.
"That shadowy character... I’ve never actually t him face-to-face."
"According to intel, he’s very likely one of the Seven Mo Luo, the Celestial Organization’s current supre combatants?"
Dale turned his head to look at Goth.
"Yes, there’s a strong possibility. In any case, he’s not to be underestimated."
Goth nodded.
"Whether we cooperate or not is unimportant. What’s important is that I want to see just how strong one of the Seven Mo Luo really is."
A genuine smile spread across Dale’s face.
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WHIRRR!!
The luxury sedan of Andy, leader of the Desolation Organization, sped along the road to the Hunter’s Mark Organization’s headquarters, kicking up clouds of dust.
"Sir, we’re almost there. They’ve just sent a communication request, telling us to proceed to a designated location. Should we..."
The driver said with the utmost respect to Andy, who was sitting in the back seat.
"A designated location? Where?"
Andy, whose eyes were half-closed, asked slowly.
"The Hunter’s Mark Life and Death Arena."
The driver hesitated for a mont before speaking the na.
Hearing this, Andy, whose eyes had been half-lidded, suddenly snapped them wide open.
The Hunter’s Mark Life and Death Arena was infamous throughout the Black Continent, and even across the entire criminal underworld.
The arena owed its fa to a single rule.
In every battle, only one person could leave the Life Fighting Arena alive.
Since the day the Life Fighting Arena opened, there had not been a single exception.
"Sir..."
The driver’s soft call pulled Andy from his reverie. He spoke calmly:
"Drive. Let’s go and see what ga they’re playing."
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