The mercenary leader stood with an imposing presence, shouting toward the wooden cabin, "Stop talking nonsense! Come out and surrender right now!"
From inside the cabin came a shy female voice, "We can't come out without clothes!"
"Yeah, that's right! We've been stranded on this deserted island for four months now, and our clothes are all torn up!"
"Ugh, my shoes are a man's, and all I have left on me is a pair of underwear."
Hearing the sobbing of the women, two groups of mercenaries burst into excited, strange laughter and started running toward the camp.
I heard the mercenary leader angrily cursing at them.
But as a mercenary myself, I knew those guys from the Trident had long been blinded by lust, their minds solely focused on rushing over to see the women.
As the mercenaries ap
