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"What a breathtakingly beautiful creature! I've been itching to look at it all the way!" said a skinny magician with a lewd grin.

The scarred man glanced at the other man and said, "If you want to catch it yourself, you have to take this back and report it. If anything goes wrong, you will be responsible for the wrath of your employer, Eric."

The thin magician immediately looked embarrassed and said, "I was just imagining it, but I didn't say I would really do it."

"Hmph! It's best that way."

The scarred man said this, walking towards the cage with a casual gait.

The elf's eyes were always fixed on him with hatred.

"Although we can't get it dirty, but..." The scarred man said halfway in a sinister voice, and suddenly a whip appeared in his hand, and he lashed it towards the girl's body!

There was a loud sound of a whip, and a red mark immediately appeared on the elf girl's arm.

However, she just trembled all over and gritted her teeth without uttering a word.

"It's like this again, Miss Elf. I lost a lot of people in order to capture you, so please shout out loud! Vent out my anger, and I will give you something good to eat on the way!"

The scarred man smiled grimly and swung the whip again and again, which frightened the magician and several recruits guarding nearby.

Their boss has this kind of personality. As long as the losses in an operation exceed expectations, he will find ways to vent his anger on others.

Sometimes it was his subordinates, sometimes it was an unlucky passerby, and this time, it was this elf captive.

The whip in his hand is a special magic prop. It won't cause much damage to the flesh, but the pain will be doubled.

He spent a lot of money on the whip, which shows how much he enjoys torturing others.

After smoking for a while, the scarred man used great restraint to stop himself.

It’s not that I feel sad, but I’m afraid of destroying the spirit of the elf.

Although this whip will not cause physical harm, the double pain is not something many people can endure continuously.

He once used this whip excessively to beat one of his subordinates, causing the latter to suffer a mental breakdown and become a madman.

From then on, he learned his lesson and would never beat someone to death unless it was necessary.

What's more, this elf is to be dedicated to the employer. If it turns into a madman, it will definitely be punished.

He thought that such a thin elf girl must be very fragile, so this was the most restrained thing he could do.

But he was very unhappy that the other party never said a word.

The red marks all over the body slowly faded, but the residual heat of pain was still burning.

The elves huddled together, their bodies trembling.

"What a stubborn race! They don't know how to judge the situation and will only end up in a more tragic situation!"

The scarred man snorted coldly.

Unexpectedly, the elf girl in the cage spoke, her voice slightly trembling and hoarse, but extremely firm:

"You...you are a group of sinners. Mother has seen everything you have done to our race. Sooner or later, she will settle accounts with you."

In the language of the forest elves, "mother" refers specifically to the forest that nurtures them.

The scarred man also knew what the "mother" she was talking about was, and he chuckled and mocked:

"Hehehe... What mother? She is just a self-righteous person like you. Are you looking for me to settle accounts with? If she dares to come, I will kill her on the spot, hehe..."

The people around also laughed, but the girl in the cage felt extremely angry and desperate.

Such an insult to the sanctity of the forest elves cannot be punished.

The scarred man and the magician left together, talking and laughing.

A tear slid down the face of the girl buried in her arms.

The noisy mercenaries partied until one in the morning.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, with only the nightingale's chirping playing solo in the town.

An agile black shadow shuttled between the roofs of the houses.

That was Glenn.

The decision to act at night was also made in consideration of the impact. If a mercenary who is considered powerful by many people is defeated in public, he will definitely become famous.

He doesn't want to be famous because he would be easily targeted, especially by some big guys whom he can't deal with.

Although his strength was considered top-notch in this world, it did not mean he was invincible.

Glenn is well aware of this.

From afar, the tavern where the mercenaries were resting could be seen. Those drinking were all old members of the team, while the newcomers could only stand guard outside.

This also reflects the vigilance of this group of people. Even in a town patrolled by law enforcement officers, they still did not completely let down their guard.

Standing on the top of a tall building, Glenn did not act immediately.

Naturally, he didn't take these new recruits on guard seriously.

What worried him were the three magicians; they must have set up some magic to sound the alarm.

Glenn, who didn't know anything about magic, couldn't find it at all.

But that doesn't bother him.

His eyes captured every change in the tavern, and he speculated from the mercenaries who were still moving that it might be the room where the magician was resting.

With a plan in mind, he bent his legs, and his leg muscles expanded, stretching his loose pants to the point that they made a sound as if they were about to be torn.

The next moment, with the sound of the roof collapsing, Glenn's figure shot into the night sky like a cannonball!

"Gods above! Who is it!"

Under the collapsed roof, a man's voice was cursing.

But a bag of something fell down, and the people below opened it and found it was a bag of silver coins, and they immediately shut up.

Under the cover of darkness, no one noticed that a dark shadow was falling towards the tavern at an extremely fast speed.

Glenn was headfirst, and just before he fell to the ground, he stretched out his hands, which had transformed into wolf arms, to touch the ground to cushion his fall.

Only a strong gust of wind blew away a lot of debris, and Glenn completed the landing.

Almost at the same time, three magicians who were resting in several rooms of the tavern opened their eyes.

They felt a slight movement in the magic they had arranged, but were not sure whether it was triggered accidentally, so they did not issue an immediate warning.

The first magician who got out of bed just opened the door and wanted to check.

But an arm stretched out and grabbed his neck, twisting it with a snap, and he died on the spot.

A second-level magician, after all, is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, and his life is as fragile as that of an ordinary person.

The other two magicians were completely unaware of their companion's death and also got out of bed and opened the door.

One of them was the thin magician who had talked to the scarred man earlier. He and another companion opened the door almost at the same time.

They just felt a gust of wind and the crisp sound of cervical vertebrae breaking before they lost consciousness.

It was too easy for Glenn to deal with these three second-level magicians who were unattainable in the eyes of others.

They all chose to break their necks because they were afraid that the blood would attract the attention of the mercenaries who were sensitive to the smell of blood.

He believed that there were such people in this team. After all, they lived on the edge of a knife almost every day.

In fact, with his strength, he can completely deal with everyone here in a very short time.

But that would definitely cause a lot of trouble to Sheriff Dougli. After all, they have known each other for a while, so he should give him some face.