Not far from Huaxia, near the border with Japan, there's a small town.
Most of the people living in this town are islanders from Japan.
However, the population is not large.
They mainly rely on fishing for a living, or provide services like bars, accommodation, entertainment, and so on.
Because many desperate men and mercenaries occasionally pass through here to rest.
This place is on the edge of the international dark underground world, hovering between normal society and darkness.
The local town residents are already accustomed to the murderous or strange mercenaries.
At this moment, on a hill with only one path in and out, a man with three scars on his Eastern face is speaking greedily to the thirty-some people standing neatly in front of him:
"Brothers, the boss just sent information from Huaxia, the last mission failed."
"Based on analysis, it's likely we failed against the Yanhuang Soul people."
"The other side has already increased the bounty eightfold."
