An hour later, Grey walked over to the spot where the three mercenaries were lying. The lady had already stopped her hysterical cries and her eyes just looked dead, the two men were quiet, but it was evident there were many things going through their heads at the moment.
Grey was no longer as weak as he was when he just finished the battle. He changed his clothes, and his surface wounds were almost fully healed up.
Looking down at the trio, he asked, "Do you know why you're still alive?"
The two men exchanged glances, knowing fully well that Grey probably wanted to extract some information from them.
The middle-aged man who currently looked older than Grey's grandparents replied, "You want to ask us some questions."
"Correct." Grey nodded bluntly.
