The King of Urban Mercenaries-Chapter 1165 - 1167: S-Class Mission

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1167: S-Class Mission
The member of the Ghost God Mercenary Corps spoke, "In that case, this is the most reliable one. The eradication mission on Radix Island, an S-level task, offers a reward of ten billion Iron Coins, paid directly to the account, guaranteed by Trackless City. As long as we complete the sweep, we will receive the payment."
"A mission on Radix Island? Let’s choose that one then." The leader of the Ghost God Mercenary Corps said, and under the astonished and curious gaze of the staff, accepted the S-level mission and left Trackless City.
After the members of the Ghost God Mercenary Corps left, the entire Central Hall was abuzz with excitement. Someone exclaimed, "What task did the Ghost God Mercenary Corps just accept? Did I hear that right?"
"I didn’t hear it clearly either, but it seemed like an S-level task? Could it really be true?" Some mercenaries were unsure if it was real.
"We should go to the counter to confirm. I think we probably misheard. How could the Ghost God Mercenary Corps take an S-level mission?"
The mercenaries couldn’t resist moving toward the counter. A mercenary stepped forward and asked, "I’d like to ask if the leader of the Ghost God Mercenary Corps just took an S-level task?"
"I’m sorry, sir. We are not allowed to disclose any information." The staff member spoke with a strong sense of professionalism.
Others immediately began murmuring among themselves, unsure if it was true, but someone spoke up, "Then check for us about the Radix Island mission. I want to accept it."
After that person spoke up, everyone looked at him with disdain, as if to say: You think you can take an S-level mission? What nonsense.
"I’m just trying to confirm whether the Ghost God Mercenary Corps really took an S-level task. Don’t look at me like that. I’ll get embarrassed." The person laughed, making a cold joke that stirred everyone’s stomachs, his sleazy appearance lingering in their minds until.
The staff member spoke, "I’m sorry, sir. The Radix Island mission has already been taken."
"Is this task really S-level?" someone asked.
The staff member nodded and said, "Yes, it is indeed an S-level mission. Accepting an S-level task requires a deposit of one billion Iron Coins. If the task fails, the one billion won’t be refunded. Sir, are you sure you want to take it? If so, please pay the deposit first."
There was no way that mercenary would take an S-level task, he awkwardly said, "I wouldn’t dare take an S-level mission. Such a task is a mass grave; whoever goes will die."
Everyone agreed with his statement. After all, to even consider completing such a task, a mercenary group would need at least ten thousand people.
In the Mercenary World, even the top ten ranked mercenary groups would at most choose A-level tasks because even A-level tasks aren’t something ordinary individuals can accept. Regular mercenary groups at most take D-level missions, advanced groups choose C-level tasks, and after that, A and B-level tasks require large groups full of elite talents to complete.
As for A and B, the kind of mission Lin Fei was on during the Clarni battlefield, a war involving ten thousand people has already become an S-level mercenary task. Those tasks are not about money but lives!
On the battlefield, missions involving over ten thousand people have unpredictable casualties. No one knows how many will die in the next second. Therefore, these S-level tasks have an incalculable impact on mercenary corps, even if successful, there will be damage.
However, the rewards for war remain considerable. With ten billion Iron Coins, if divided among ten thousand, that’s still 100,000 Iron Coins per person, which is significant for ordinary people. But, of course, besides the top ranks, regular members don’t get much of that 100,000.
But it was different with the previous Hell’s Judgment Mercenary Corps. All earnings were equally divided, which is why the mercenary corps developed rapidly. This model was mimicked by many mercenary corps, but mimicking too much resulted in ineffective outcomes.
Plus, not many dared to take large-scale missions, so the fact that the Ghost God Mercenary Corps accepted an "S-level" task soon shook the entire Mercenary World.
Just then, the old Scorpion of the Poison Scorpion Mercenary Group received the news and immediately called a meeting, saying, "What do you all think of this Ghost God Mercenary Corps?"
The members below exchanged glances, not knowing what to say, while the Python and Tiger, who had failed in their previous pursuit of Lin Fei, saw the mutual understanding in each other’s eyes of wanting to redeem themselves. Python spoke up, "Boss, I think this Ghost God Mercenary Corps is unusual!"
The old Scorpion looked at Python and said, "What makes them unusual? Speak up."
Python was taken aback, not expecting the old Scorpion to ask him. He racked his brains and said, "They, they all wear masks, so they are unusual!"
"Get lost!"
The old Scorpion hurled the cup in his hand at Python, angrily saying, "I’m tired of your pointless talk! I know they wear masks. What I want to know from you is what you think is their future."
Looking at the leisurely top ranks below, the old Scorpion felt helpless. The current Poison Scorpion Mercenary Group seemed to lack something, and those things were crucial to a mercenary group.
"Long Xie, why don’t you give us your analysis?" the old Scorpion asked. Long Xie was the second in command of the Poison Scorpion Mercenary Group, and he was an ambitious person, but the old Scorpion couldn’t do without him. The old Scorpion knew his age, and his authority among the members was no longer what it once was.
The second in command pondered how to replace him, the old Scorpion understood but for the sake of the Poison Scorpion Mercenary Group, he couldn’t take action. Instead, he needed to pass the mercenary group to Long Xie, it was just a matter of time. Long Xie seemed to understand this too, so he patiently followed the old Scorpion.
Long Xie, a middle-aged man in his prime, sharp-minded, objectively analyzed, "I think this Ghost God Mercenary Corps is unusual."
There was a snicker, Python laughed, "Isn’t that just what I said, still..."
"Shut up!" the old Scorpion roared, "Let Long Xie speak!"
Long Xie wasn’t bothered by Python’s mockery. For a wiseman, comparing intellect with those lacking intelligence, the clever person believes being serious means losing.
"This Ghost God Mercenary Corps is unusual, not only is their appearance bizarre, but the leader is also very strange. Not showing their faces implies they want to hide some secrets, and their development speed, boss, don’t you feel it’s like rewriting a legend?" Long Xie said.
The old Scorpion frowned and said, "Are you referring to the former Hell’s Judgment Mercenary Corps?"
Thinking of the Hell’s Judgment Mercenary Corps, a figure lingered in the old Scorpion’s mind, one that couldn’t leave. That was Lin Fei. In his heart, Lin Fei was indeed an extraordinary individual, but tragically, he was already dead!