Chapter 190

But the other party had calmly only taken 50 million.

That team leader said,

the reason for accepting this mission,

half of it was because of the commission.

The other half was because of his team members.

The half for his team members,

had already been paid for with Jonathan's head.

So one thing at a time,

when the Silver Snake Mercenary Corps takes a job,

not a single cent less is acceptable,

and not a single cent more unless the situation calls for it.

A team leader like this, Gahar had never seen before.

And probably would never get the chance to see again.

He took one last deep look in that direction,

but the figure was already nowhere to be seen in the desert.

"Let's go."

"There's still a lot to do."

Gahar sighed with a complicated expression.

Then he made a blessing gesture: "May God protect him."

Then he turned and left with the officials.

Walking straight southwest through the desert.

At a secluded stretch of coastline where the Yota River meets the sea.

A campfire burned quietly.

Zhang Zhe and Su Mu sat off to one side in the distance,

watching the eight members of the Silver Snake Mercenary Corps sitting around the campfire.

Every member had suffered some injuries, more or less,

but not a single one had died.

Two days earlier, after the decapitation operation was completed.

All of Silver Snake's members, following the retreat route Lu Shu had personally left behind,

had sprinted the whole way while being pursued by tens of thousands of soldiers from the Kingdom of Yilieh.

They ran across hills, ran across desert,

then looped around in a few huge circles,

and then plunged headfirst into the raging Yota River to switch to a water route,

finally rushing out to sea, looping around, and arriving at this stretch of coastline.

Now those soldiers of the Kingdom of Yilieh were still searching frantically,

but the members were already lounging around the campfire, lazily enjoying fine wine and roasted meat.

Accompanying the fine wine and roasted meat,

was the commission distribution for this operation.

The team's chief financial officer was in charge of dividing the money.

"This time the team leader brought back a total of 50 million in commission."

"Old rule: fallen members get 10 million in compensation."

"The remaining 40 million, the team leader takes 8 million."

"The eight of us split 32 million evenly, 4 million each."

"Any objections?"

Nia's fingers tapped away on the satellite computer,

as she continued speaking casually.

"Objections will be noted as well."

"I don't want to hear them."

The other eight members were all grinning happily,

even without that last line from Nia,

no one would have had any complaints.

The old rule in the team had always been this way:

the dead get the most.

the living, the team leader takes the lion's share.

And in this operation,

under the team leader's remote command,

they had covered each other, advancing and retreating in a crisscross pattern.

There was no such thing as one person contributing more or less than another.

So Nia's straightforward even-split-by-heads method was something every member was willing to accept.

Once that was settled,

Nia quietly began transferring money to everyone.

This should be the last payout for the short term.

After killing Jonathan,

the soldiers of the United Kingdoms in this area were frantically hunting them down.

Moreover, it seemed extra forces had already set their sights on the mercenary band.

So the captain had decided the entire band must evacuate.

While Nia was distributing the money,

the other band members were joking and playing around nearby,

"Last time we got 6.6 million, this time we get 4 million."

"Ma De, that's 10 million in the books?"

"Damn! Big Beard, you made a killing on this trip!"

After Black Brother quietly calculated the figures,

he kicked Big Beard on his injured thigh.

Big Beard grimaced from the kick,

but the corners of his mouth, stretched wide, simply wouldn't close.

"Hehe! Luck! Just luck!"

"I just happened to get a tiny bit more than everyone else!"

"Hahahaha!"

Then another band member silently calculated the figures too,

his face flushed with anger,

and he punched Black Brother on the left arm wrapped in bandages.

"Damn it!"

"Blackie, did you earn less?"

"Last time 6 million, this time 4 million, you also earned 10 million, okay!"

"You almost got away with it!"

Black Brother, who had also taken a punch,

rubbed his nose without any real pain.

Two rows of bright white teeth shone especially brightly in the firelight.

"Hakakaka!"