I am Ecco?

Oh, hell no, I'm your grandpa!

Brand realized what was going on and immediately cursed in his heart. But he quickly figured out the whole situation and couldn't help but curse Macaro for being shameless, even using him. He took a deep breath and decided to keep this grudge for later, planning to settle it with Macaro slowly when he had the chance in Lantoniyan. For now, he thought solving the current problem with this arrogant guy was more important.

At this moment, he really felt that talking to this guy for even one more sentence would probably cost him ten years of his life.

Before he had a chance to speak, Sanfde beside him interrupted: "So, Redi, you really joined forces with Conrad?" Brand turned his head to see the young man calmly lifting his head, coldly staring into the eyes of the egomaniac. He had no excess expression on his face, only slightly tinged with disappointment. Brand was slightly stunned, not expecting this seemingly easygoing young man to have such a side.

The white-haired young man was taken aback. He looked at the people in front of him—or rather, his former comrades; then he looked at Sanfde's intimidating gaze and couldn't help but shrink back instinctively. But seeing everyone glaring at him with indignation, he felt a surge of rebellious spirit.

Redi coldly snorted: "It's simple, Macaro has abandoned us, can't you see? That old guy only sees you as pawns to be used. Why should I serve him? Given the chance, why wouldn't I choose a better way to survive?"

"So you came to hunt us down to show loyalty to your new master?" Sanfde coldly questioned him: "I was your best friend, Redi. These people were once your comrades. Macaro may have wronged you, but did we?"

Redi was speechless.

He gritted his teeth and replied hard: "I didn't originally want to kill you. If you join me, I still consider you comrades." The white-haired youth hesitated before responding somewhat reluctantly.

"I don't need your charity!" Sanfde spat, feeling disgusted: "I can't believe I treated you as my best friend; I must have been blind."

"We feel the same way!" The ragged Grey Wolf Mercenaries echoed indignantly in unison.

Brand, who was initially enjoying the sight of the egomaniac being abandoned by everyone, didn't expect Sanfde to turn around at this moment. He respectfully bowed to Brand: "Mr. Brand, Redi is right. Macaro has indeed abandoned us this time. But for the past ten years, the squad leader treated us like family. Any resentment has dissipated at this moment. From now on, we are just a group of wretches with nowhere to go. Mr. Brand, you are the only one willing to save us—if you are willing, we hope to join your team. We have no requirements, just to survive, that's all—"

Brand was slightly stunned, then lifted his head to look at everyone else, finding that most of the Grey Wolf Mercenary Group seemed to accept Sanfde's proposal. It was clear that this young man was quite influential among them. But he lowered his eyelids, then glanced at the distant Redi with a half-smile: "You say that, but have you forgotten? This guy said I have a close relationship with your squad leader Macaro. Even so, can you accept it?"

"That guy is blinded by hatred, he's no better than an idiot! Can you believe his crap?" One big man among the mercenaries couldn't help but snort.

Brand looked at Sanfde again, and saw the latter nodding as well.

He couldn't help but laugh inwardly, thinking that this white-haired guy wasn't entirely trouble after all. At least he brought a group of experienced mercenaries to him, didn't he? But on the surface, Brand remained serious and solemnly replied: "We'll discuss this later. Right now it seems I have a personal grudge to settle with Mr. Redi. I'll handle this matter first—"

After saying this, Brand lifted his head—but this didn't help; in fact, it almost made him furious. Because he saw Redi openly laughing exaggeratedly three times: "Ha—ha—ha!" The white-haired young man sneered at them and said mockingly: "You handle me? Brand—oh no, Mr. Ecco. Apparently, you haven't figured out the situation yet. My subordinates, these high-level Black Fire Believers, are the elite of the Black Fire Sect; each one of them has the strength of Silver Peak. Not to mention Miss Qian—she belongs to my warrior now, you can't underestimate her, right? She possesses the strength of Gold Rank. Given this disparity in power, you arrogantly say you will handle me? Haha, with thirty Silver Lower Rank guards? This joke isn't funny at all."

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