"I've heard a saying: 'A wise man adapts to the times.' And I'm someone who not only adapts to the times but is also driven by profit. If I stick with you all, even if we manage to kill the Nether King, what do I stand to gain?" Mad Wolf sneered, looking at the furious and panicked Ye Fei before him. "But following the Nether King is different. Once you lot of trash are wiped out, the fourth, fifth, and eighth-ranked Mercenary Corps will be gone. And that's not even counting the other factions, many of which are among the top fifty!"
"Just think about it—what a huge territory that will be! I'm not a greedy man. After the Nether King has eaten his fill, I'll be perfectly satisfied with whatever scraps he throws my way!"
As Mad Wolf spoke, he pulled a dagger from his waist and gripped it in his hand, his eyes filled with a mix of determination and madness.
