383 Chapter 383 - Sneaking Through a Shortcu (1/2)

”Let's get going as well!” Southern Lone Blade said. In truth, he did not care if the Eternal War mercenary group or the Coalition of mercenaries ended up as the victor for this Limitless Competitive Mission. His target this time round was the Video Mage, so it was a win for him as long as the Video Mage's equipment dropped. He was more than happy to partner up with Eternal War, the mercenary group that was rumored to be capable of fighting one against ten.

Naturally, the mercenary leader Foeless thought otherwise. But no matter the case, it was inevitable for him to end up heading over to the final area he had yet to search. However, he made sure to instruct several of his men to head in the other direction for a look even as he made a point to hurry the other members of the coalition along.

”Eternal War is here!” The way he said that made it sound as if he had seen a wolf.

As the message from all the other players who were searching the other routes came in, each reporting back that they had not seen a trace of anyone, the possibility of Young Master Han and his lot being in that dead-end increased, causing Southern Lone Blade's suspicions to weigh heavier on his mind.

It was evident that they should be hurrying to escort their Prisoner to the city, so why would they be hiding out in that dead end all this while?

Finally, they reached the end of the valley. The members of Eternal War had all gathered together, even going so far as to leave a spot for Southern Lone Blade and Foeless with their men.

But the scene before them had actually left them beyond speechless.

The team they had been searching all this while was actually seated deep in this valley cut-off, leisurely having a barbeque. Bottles of liquor and fish bones littered the ground, and Southern Lone Blade could instantly tell that these fish were the same found in Linshui City.

”No way man! Wounds, your skill just ain't comparable to those guys by Linshui harbor,” Young Master Han criticized War Without Wounds.

War Without Wounds was holding on a stick of fish as he carefully barbequed it over the fire, retorting, ”Those guys make a living off the craft, how could you be comparing me to them?”

”But the issue right now is that you wish to use this craft to court the ladies! With the level of skill you demonstrated, I can't tell if you're trying to court the ladies or court death!” Young Master Han said.

”B*llsh*t!” War Without Wounds was agitated hearing this, ”Then you guys should stop eating!”

This lot was truly too inhumane, to actually grab and eat the fish he was cooking without any restraint, even as they criticized his skill.

This merry scene really annoyed Foeless greatly, who had expended so many resources in their search for these clowns. But it was actually Southern Lone Blade who felt even more vexed by what he saw.

Each and every one of the members of this team could be seen at a glance, yet the face of that man he had travelled great distances to hunt was nowhere to be found.

”Big South, that Mage…” Flame Singed Clothes pointed at Drifting. He did not know how Gu Fei looked, but he felt that the robe this Mage had on was far too different from the legendary Video Mage.

”That's not him,” Southern Lone Blade shook his head even as he considered retreating back into the crowd, but he had regretfully realized that Brother Assist's eyes had long since caught sight of him. Even Sword Demon was staring right at him.

As for the mercenary leader Foeless, he was now pointing towards one of those seven men, even as he stuttered, ”You- you- you-” for the longest time, never finishing the words he had stuck in his mouth.

”Me? What about me?” The man Foeless had been staring at was the disheveled-looking Todd. But at the moment, Todd was actually holding a fish in his hand as he raised a bottle of liquor to his lips with his other hand, having a merry time eating and drinking with everyone that looked nothing like the lifeless NPC he was before.

”Just who the heck are you!” Foeless fumed.

”Left Hand of Love,” that man jovially replied.

That was not a name many were unfamiliar with. Anyone who knew about Drifting knew about his two other partners, Left Hand of Love and Right Hand of Cool. Their names were truly too outstanding and memorable, but aside from the three men themselves, no one out there could really tell who was the Fighter or the Archer.

”You're Left Hand of Love?” Foeless was astonished, ”Doesn't that mean you're Drifting?” He turned to look at the Mage in that group. The damage this Mage had demonstrated during their clash before had truly been frightening to behold.

Drifting chuckled without saying a word.

”Where's Right Hand of Cool?” Foeless' gaze turned towards the Archer among them, Royal God Call.

”F*ck, what are you looking at me for!!” Royal God Call instantly became enraged. Drifting was nothing more than a speck of dust in his eyes. How could he not be furious when this leader here had actually mistaken him as an underling of that trashbag?

”You're not?” Foeless said in surprise.

”He is not,” it was Young Master Han's turn to speak, ”We were at max capacity, so we couldn't have him with us.”

”Max capacity?” Foeless was confused. But Southern Lone Blade instantly understood when he heard this. He was absolutely certain at this moment that these men had already discovered his plan to stalk them. He had thought himself to be the oriole staking the cicada, when in fact he had been playing in the palm of Young Master Han's hand all this while. Max capacity? That term was far too telling. The average party did not have a seven-man limit; the enemy had clearly arranged it so that they would form up seven men, completely in line with the seven-man squad he had brought for this operation.