"Hmph, that guy must be close to retirement by now. People from foreign armies often pull these stunts." Mo Yan's mouth curled up dismissively as she picked up a small stone from the ground and tossed it away.
Shen Jingwei continued, "He said the Mercenary Corps doesn't have an age restriction; as long as you have enough strength to protect yourself and complete missions, you'll naturally obtain greater power and wealth."
"Is that all?"
"I'm not interested in that. He also said that once you become a mercenary, you can do things as you please, and no one or nothing will bother you again. Because you'll be an active mercenary in the international community, it's best to work for the United States, then your personal safety will have a greater guarantee."
"Bullshit!"
Mo Yan, who always talked reason or resorted to fists, swore for the first time—and for a young kid, at that.
