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The phrase "ranked first" always attracts countless people, representing a supreme honor and an irresistible temptation.
Lin Yi's eyelids twitched incessantly, and he was somewhat worried that he might inadvertently offend this colossal figure. Although he wanted to witness the strength of the top-ranked Mercenary, when he actually saw it, he found it hard to believe. The endless convoy of armored vehicles and heavy weaponry was beyond the comparison of his own Mercenary group, which only possessed ordinary Laser Guns.
The man in black quickly located Lin Yi's Mercenary group. Lin Yi glanced casually and discovered that his group was ranked one hundred and twentieth, completely on a different level from the Golden Mercenary Corps.
Seeing the cold smirk on the man's lips, Lin Yi guessed it was a mockery after realizing his group's strength. However, as more information came to light, the disdainful expression on Lin Yi's face quickly turned serious, his mouth agape in disbelief.
"First-Class Steward!" the man in black whispered, his face filled with incredulity.
Lin Yi had never paid much attention to this title of First-Class Steward; after all, in his view, reputation meant little compared to actual strength. Moreover, his Mercenary group had only recently joined the Mercenary Alliance and was not well-acquainted with other Mercenary groups or Stewards. Without comparison, there could be no real understanding; Lin Yi even forgot that he held the title of First-Class Steward.
"What’s wrong? I just joined the Mercenary Alliance and happened to earn this title," Lin Yi said. His victory over Anthony in London had been an "accident," and the sudden expansion of his Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps by dozens of times was also unexpected.
The man's expression grew increasingly awkward, even making him hesitant to look Lin Yi in the eye. However, there was no escaping this matter; he could only raise his gaze to Lin Yi and say, "I apologize, Captain Lin. I've been busy with the war lately and overlooked such an important matter; I neglected to acknowledge your new title as First-Class Steward."
Lin Yi looked at his avatar on the screen; no matter how he viewed it, he felt a sense of arrogance emanating from it. He wondered when that photo had been taken.
Noticing the man's respectful demeanor, Lin Yi decided not to hold a grudge. He patted the man in black on the shoulder and said, "It's fine; we are all Mercenaries fighting against Zombies. You’re not at fault..."
"Ah, so you are the newly appointed Lin Steward! What a coincidence to meet you here in Milan!" Just as Lin Yi was about to continue encouraging him with a few words, a figure suddenly emerged from the convoy, their voice hoarse and cold. Lin Yi could even sense a faint smell of blood emanating from them—this was a presence accumulated through countless slaughters.
Lin Yi squinted and saw a man about six feet tall with chestnut hair appearing before him at an uncanny speed.
This person was even stronger than him! That was Lin Yi's immediate impression; the pressure emanating from this individual felt almost tangible—something only extraordinary individuals could achieve. Lin Yi was confident in his own strength but did not expect someone from the Golden Mercenary Corps would overshadow him merely through their aura.
"Captain Lin, this is Beatrice, our commander from the Milan Defense Zone Mercenary unit and also a First-Class Steward," the man in black emphasized Beatrice's identity once more to salvage some face.
Lin Yi knew that he had obtained the position of First-Class Steward not solely based on personal strength but also due to his Mercenary group's combat capabilities. However, it was clear that Beatrice had earned recognition from the Mercenary Alliance through her own strength to become a First-Class Steward.
"Hello!" Lin Yi extended his hand proactively. Although he sensed that his aura was weaker than Beatrice's, he still needed to maintain appearances.
Beatrice ignored Lin Yi, instead pulling a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it at the corner of her mouth. After exhaling a puff of smoke, she said, "Lin Steward, I wonder if you have something important to do out this late. Are you perhaps going to tip off those Zombies about our plans to counterattack?"
Hearing Beatrice's casual suggestion that he would inform the Zombies, an unnamed fury surged in Lin Yi's mind. However, he quickly regained control of his emotions; this person was not simple. To accuse him so directly must mean she had ulterior motives.
"I have no way to communicate with the Zombies, so why would I tip them off? Besides, some of our brothers from the Blood Envoy Mercenary Corps have also fallen to the Zombies. Our hatred is certainly no less than yours!" Lin Yi seemed unfazed by Beatrice's provocation, maintaining a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh? The Blood Envoy? I wonder how many Zombies your group has wiped out?" Beatrice exhaled another smoke ring, as if merely asking a casual question.
"At least eight thousand, if not ten thousand!" Lin Yi quickly estimated; it was probably around that number.
"Hey, not bad! Our Milan Branch has only eliminated less than twenty thousand Zombies in one operation. Lin Steward's Mercenary group has managed to kill so many Zombies in just half a year," Beatrice remarked.
Upon hearing Beatrice's words, Lin Yi raised an eyebrow. She knew about his Mercenary group's establishment time; that meant his group had caught her attention for some reason—whether due to his status as a First-Class Steward or something else. This indicated that the Golden Mercenary Corps was formidable, but what was her intention in provoking him like this?
"We are few and weak; it's better for the Golden Mercenary Corps under Butler Abate to handle major matters!" Lin Yi did not concede easily; he felt uneasy about her intentions.
Beatrice smiled and took one last drag from her cigarette before saying, "I'm just a commander of the Milan Branch; I don't represent the entire Golden Mercenary Corps."
Hearing her words made Lin Yi feel somewhat ashamed; his Mercenary group was too weak compared to hers—just one of her branches was far more powerful.
"Well, if there's nothing else, we'll take our leave," Lin Yi said. Nicolas beside him looked increasingly pale, as if he were gravely ill, and Lin Yi feared something might go wrong.
"Since we are all part of the Mercenary Alliance, I need not hide anything. We are heading out of the city for a siege mission, aiming to push the Milan Defense Zone forward a bit more. I wonder if Mr. Lin is interested in joining us?" Beatrice extinguished her cigarette with her foot and looked at Lin Yi earnestly.
"No longer on the defensive?" Lin Yi had long felt they should concentrate their forces for a major counterattack; otherwise, they were merely fueling the Zombies' arrogance.
"For now, we can only test it out; after all, clearing out all the Zombies in an area is not an easy task!" Beatrice noticed Lin Yi's sudden surge of interest and paused for a moment.
Lin Yi nodded. With Zombies surrounding them on all sides, recklessly launching an attack without certainty of victory could lead to disaster if even one managed to slip through their defenses; it could spell doom for their entire attacking force. While Beatrice invited him to participate in the siege mission, Lin Yi wasn't foolish enough to think it would be safe for just the two of them in such circumstances—they would only end up as cannon fodder.
"Then I wish Beatrice success in her battle. We won't interfere," Lin Yi said, pulling Nicolas along as he turned to walk away.
In the next moment, Lin Yi felt a strong gust of wind rush toward him, and he instinctively swung his fist forward. However, he quickly realized that the face beneath the punch was Beatrice, who had just been standing a meter to his left but had suddenly appeared right in front of him like a ghost.
Although Lin Yi managed to retract his fist in time, the fierce wind from his punch still blew Beatrice's chestnut hair into disarray.
"What’s this? Are you insisting that we join your siege mission?" Lin Yi felt a wave of annoyance; he hated being forced into doing things.
"Not exactly. This is a resolution passed by the United Nations Global Security Conference. As long as we can achieve results, the rewards will be substantial! We might even gain access to newly developed equipment, which would enhance our ability to protect ourselves," Beatrice said, applying both pressure and persuasion.
Upon hearing this, Lin Yi's interest was piqued. He wanted to strengthen his own power as well, but with so few people, it likely wouldn’t make much difference.
"Since it's a resolution from the Global Security Conference, it’s worth considering. But surely there are similar missions beyond Milan! My main force is still stationed at the Paris Defense Zone; if we want to truly make an impact, we need to go there!" Lin Yi had been busy with various matters lately and was naturally unaware of the developments regarding the Global Security Conference.
Seeing Lin Yi's outright refusal, Beatrice frowned slightly, clearly displeased. However, there were regulations within the alliance that prohibited mercenary groups from attacking each other indiscriminately; otherwise, they would face punishment from Alliance Headquarters. Although Beatrice was confident in her strength, going against the entire alliance would be like striking a stone with an egg.
Lin Yi noticed Beatrice's fluctuating expression and understood she was making a decision. Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in Beatrice's eyes, and Lin Yi felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on his mind. He had been constantly releasing his Psychic Power to monitor the surroundings, but now he frantically concentrated it to counteract that pressure. At that moment, Lin Yi felt as if he were alone in a storm, where any misstep could lead to a tragic end!
Ripples shimmered in the air as Lin Yi realized it was due to their Psychic Powers clashing against each other; the powerful Psychic Power seemed to even distort space itself.
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