The night enveloped Snowbird Port.
The ships of the Dragon Lion Mercenary Corps were still moored at the dock, lined up in a row.
With Zong Ge himself overseeing command, mercenaries were patrolling the ships everywhere—with one every five steps, and a post every ten; the defense was rigorous.
Some of the mercenaries who had come off their shifts were not resting but had gathered around Lan Zao, eager to hear about everything that had happened on the dueling field during the day.
Lan Zao gesticulated wildly, enthusiastically recounting the young Dragon-man's valiant combat.
"The Saber Gang was utterly despicable and shameless—they knew our squad leader was incredibly powerful, so they had concentrated the gang's finest equipment and given it all to Xiong Ju."
"On Xiong Ju's body were at least three pieces of Gold Level armor, while our squad leader was empty-handed."
