Roland's eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the glint of greed in the burly man's gaze.
Before setting off for Songmu Town, he had already heard about the reputation of these Mercenaries and Adventurers.
Driven by fame and fortune, unscrupulous, fierce, and violent...
But amid all the varied descriptions, one point was surprisingly consistent.
They were all bullies who preyed on the weak and feared the strong.
Show the slightest hint of fear, and they would swarm you like jackals that had scented blood.
Therefore, Roland had anticipated this situation and had already prepared a countermeasure.
"New here, kid? Let me tell you…"
The bald brute advanced, a menacing sneer twisting his scarred face into a terrifying mask.
Just as the man's rough hand was about to land on his shoulder, Roland lowered his stance.
His right fist struck out like a viper.
THUD!
The heavy impact cut the bald man's words short, lodging them in his throat.
