What happened to the Delta Force? It turned into Arknights!

However, Remule's gaze wasn't so sharp; it was more of a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

Ines is an operator who is very good at counter-tracking; her observation skills are naturally excellent, even very strong.

In an instant, she noticed the reactions of the two girls.

This gave Ines an opportunity, and she asked, "So, you mean you want to treat me as your personal plaything?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Ines couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

She hoped that her words would distract the two girls, giving her a chance to escape.

Ines, who is skilled at faking her death, is by no means weak in her ability to escape and save her life.

"Huh?!"

Han Fei was completely shocked, thinking to himself, "I didn't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

Han Fei was about to explain his intentions.

On the contrary, Texas reacted even faster than Han Fei.

The longsword in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, piercing directly into the earth, only a finger's width away from Ines's cheek.

At that moment, Ines could even feel the chill emanating from the sword; the murderous weapon so close at hand sent shivers down her spine.

“Miss Ines, I know what you’re up to.”

Texas remained expressionless, her voice as cold as the wind blowing across the tundra: "But I advise you to abandon your little schemes. This kind of method won't get you out of trouble; it will only make you more miserable. I assure you."

"She's right."

Remian walked up to Ines and whispered, "You can't escape from me, really, you've been marked."

Upon hearing this, Han Fei straightened up and raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that Ines seemed to have indeed been marked regarding the cross-border pursuit permit.

Ines fell silent, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two girls. She knew they were telling the truth, and if she used any more tricks, they probably wouldn't hold back.

After a long pause, Ines said, "Then, what do you want?"

“We need a guide,” Han Fei said seriously. “We’re not familiar with Kazdel, and you, as a local, can obviously help us get to know the area more quickly.”

Ines stared at Han Fei without changing her expression and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll lead you down a dead end?"

"afraid."

Han Fei did not deny it, and even nodded, saying, "Of course we are afraid. Nobody wants to die here."

"Oh?"

Ines raised an eyebrow, looking at Han Fei with great interest, her meaning clear—you know, yet you still want me to be your guide?

"Because when we encounter danger, the first thing we'll do is absolutely kill you."

Han Fei met Ines's gaze and said frankly, "Trust me, if we kill you, we will definitely kill the others faster."

"And, Miss Ines, you don't want to die, right?" Han Fei's lips curled into a smile. "I can tell that you're not so fearless of death. You have ties and attachments."

"And these are all insurance policies that ensure you don't do anything foolish."

With that, Han Fei crossed his arms and said, "Two choices: either you risk your life or you cooperate with us and will be free once we've resolved our issues."

"Either die now and return to that dark space."

“I assure you, no one will be able to pull you out of that dark space this time.”

Ines remained silent, her gaze sweeping over everyone's faces before she said, "I can't."

"uh-huh?"

Han Fei smirked and said, "So straightforward? Aren't you going to reconsider?"

"It's not that I'm unwilling to cooperate, it's just that they're too conspicuous."

Ines looked at the halos above the angel sisters' heads and explained, "This is Kazdel. Sarkaz here is just a walking guardian gun. Do you understand?"

"I understand what you mean."

Han Fei nodded slightly. He had already witnessed the Sarkaz's madness when he first landed.

They can't be killed, they can't be killed at all.

“Even if I’m willing to cooperate, how can I guarantee that the other Sarkaz won’t attack you after they see the two of them?” Ines said calmly. “Obviously, I can’t guarantee that, and if you clash with the Sarkaz mercenaries, I think the chances of me being blamed are not small.”

“If that happens, we will make our own judgment,” Remian said. “We will judge whether it is a trap you set or an accidental mishap based on your performance.”

“You’re mistaken. There are no coincidences, only constant occurrences,” Ines said seriously. “Whenever you encounter a Sarkaz, you will become their target.”

"At least for now, there are almost no Sarkaz in Kazdel who are willing to show mercy to aliens."

This situation did not surprise the girls much; they had already witnessed the Sarkaz's madness.

Just then, Han Fei suddenly spoke up: "Because the moderates have all left Kazdel with the Demon King, right?"

The next second, a look of surprise flashed in Ines's eyes, and she said, "How did you know?"

"Of course I know, it's no secret."

Han Fei shrugged, then dropped a secret that made Ines's expression change:

"By the way, I also know that you are not actually Sarkaz, but Caprini."

Ines's expression changed, and she said, "You?! Who exactly are you?!"

Ines's race was not a secret in the past, but over time, few people know about it anymore.

After all, she had lived in Kazdel for far too long; she had become part of it, and Kazdel felt more like home than Letania.

And now, a stranger she had only recently met, who wasn't even a Sarkaz, had casually revealed the truth she had been trying to hide.

How could Ines possibly remain calm?

"uh-huh?"

Han Fei tilted his head, a playful smile on his lips: "I've already introduced myself once. If you want to hear it again, I don't mind saying it again."

Ines was not bothered by Han Fei's words. She stared intently at him and said, "You know that's not what I'm asking."

"Well... I can't tell you that." Han Fei shook his head, but the smile in his eyes deepened.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly bent down!

His long, slender fingers, once again with irresistible force, precisely hooked Ines's chin, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze.

The next second, his warm breath brushed against her sensitive earlobe without warning, so close that it was almost touching her skin.

That deep, magnetic voice, like a poison coated in honey, poured directly into her ear canal:

In short, I know you better than you think.

He deliberately slowed his speech, his hot breath brushing against her small earlobe, causing a slight shiver. "I know your abilities, I know your past, and I know even more your confidence in that little trick of 'faking your death to escape'."

He paused slightly, lowering his voice even further, carrying a dangerous allure, almost like a lover's whisper:

"So, be good and don't try it. You can't afford the consequences."

An unfamiliar, masculine, burning scent, carrying an undeniable air of control, forcefully invaded Ines's most intimate sensory realm.

The subtle tickling sensation on her earlobe and the intensely close body heat made the hairs on the side of her neck stand on end instantly. An indescribable tingling sensation quietly rose up her spine, mixed with intense humiliation and a trace of panic that she herself was unaware of.

If it weren't for that hand gripping her jaw like an iron clamp, if it weren't for the three cold gazes beside her pinning her to the spot like tangible chains—Ines swore she would make this arrogant man understand that a Sarkaz mercenary, even unarmed, could teach him what it means to feel deep regret with his life!

Finally, Han Fei withdrew his hand, straightened up, and said, "So, have you thought it through, my trophy lady?"

"Relax, we won't be here for long, at most a week, and then we'll be leaving. You'll be free then."

The sense of humiliation in Ines' heart was so intense. As a Sarkaz mercenary, Ines had handled countless spoils of war, but she never thought that she would one day fall to such a state.

What was even more terrifying was the extent of the man's knowledge of her that instilled a sense of fear in Ines.

A mix of emotions overwhelmed Ines, but in the end, the will to survive prevailed over everything.

"it is good."

When the word was uttered, Ines felt a sense of relief—at least being a guide was better than worse outcomes.

The next second, Ines took a deep breath and said, "I hope you can keep your word and not deceive me. How about I assure you that unless I die, I will hunt you down to the end of my life."

Han Fei nodded slightly and said, "I think I have a good reputation for integrity."

Upon hearing this, Ines's lips curled into a cold smile, the meaning of which was clear—where is the integrity?

After leaving, he immediately led his men back to fight back. Is that called integrity?

Noticing the change in Ines's expression, Han Fei didn't hesitate and threw the cracked helmet at her.

Ines caught it instinctively. The conspicuous, almost piercing hole in the helmet instantly caught her eye.

"What do you mean?" She looked up, her voice cold and hard.

"The masterpiece of your sentries."

Han Fei pointed to the helmet, his tone carrying a barely perceptible chill, "We had just approached the ruins when a stray arrow was aimed at my little darling. If I hadn't reacted quickly, it wouldn't be my helmet lying injured right now."

"Ugh—how cheesy!" Remule rubbed her arms exaggeratedly, glaring at Han Fei with a look of disgust.

On the other hand, her sister's smile seemed even deeper, and the curve of her lips held a meaningful quality.

Ines threw the helmet to Han Fei, got up from the ground and said, "I gave them the authority to fire freely, and you, you have two Sarkaz behind you. In Kazdel, this is the treatment for Sarkaz."

"For money, the Sarkaz will do anything. Betrayal, killing, ambushes... are commonplace. And the girls behind you are nothing more than two walking treasure chests in the eyes of the greedy, exuding a deadly allure."

"Are you sure you really want to lead them across this greedy land, Mr. Han Fei?"

"wrong."

Han Fei suddenly stepped forward, instantly closing the distance between them, almost breathing in and out of Ines's ear. He tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe, his deep voice carrying an undeniable declaration:

“You should call me—Master, my Miss Spoils.”

The word "master" was like an ice pick with barbs, piercing Ines's eardrums!

An indescribable, electric-like tremor instantly erupted from her tailbone, shooting wildly up her spine, making her hair stand on end wherever it passed! A strong sense of humiliation surged and burned in her chest like magma, almost burning away her reason!

She suddenly looked up, staring intently at the face so close to hers. Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and her nails dug deep into her palms—a violent impulse roared within her, making her want to smash that damned composure on the other person's face with a punch that gathered all her strength!

but.

The cold muzzle of the gun, the sharp edge of the sword, the reflection from the sniper scope... three invisible threads of death tightened around her throat.

Ines used all her willpower to suppress the roar that almost burst from her throat and the urge to throw a punch. She forced herself to loosen her clenched teeth and take a deep breath.

Just endure for seven days, and after seven days, everything will be over.

This thought was like a last straw, which she clung to tightly.

It was just verbal harassment, nothing serious, Ines tried to calm herself down!

Han Fei stood up straight as if nothing had happened, as if the extremely insulting whisper had never occurred.

He surveyed the crowd, his voice calm yet carrying a haughty, condescending arrogance:

"In the tundra of Ursus, I faced the blades of the Inner Guard; in the wilderness of Columbia, I fought against the ancient beast lords; even in the sanctuary of Lateran, I could sit on equal footing with His Holiness the Pope and chat with him."

His gaze finally settled on Ines, tinged with a hint of disdain:

"A mere Sarkaz mercenary is not enough to instill fear in me and make me consider retreating? At the very least, it would take the regent of Kazdel, Theresis, to come in person."

Volume 1: Chapter 137 The Target Valley

The moment the words left her lips, Ines felt as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart, causing it to sink sharply!

Ursus Inner Guard... Colombian Beast Lord... Lateran Pope!

The weight these names represented was like heavy lead weights crashing into her mind.

The Inner Guard is a terrifying legend that walks the Ursus tundra, the Beast Lord is an ancient being that dwells in the wasteland and is almost a myth, and the Pope of Laterano is the supreme symbol standing at the pinnacle of power and faith in Terra!

Han Fei's tone when mentioning these things was too calm, too certain, without the slightest boastfulness, only a calm statement of facts.

This calm and collected demeanor is more impactful than any impassioned declaration—it reveals a confidence that has been forged through countless life-or-death situations and the witnessing of true peak power.

'He...is not bluffing.'

This thought, like a cold electric current, instantly pierced Ines's blood, which was boiling with humiliation, bringing a brief, almost absent-minded blankness.

The man before her had a background and experiences far more unfathomable than she had imagined.

However, this sudden shock only lingered in her eyes for less than half a second.