My Mercenary Guild is Full of Beauties

Chapter 32: Conflict

"Um? Do you have business with me? If not, please move to the side. We're going out."

Aurora frowned slightly and glanced at the person who blocked her way. The man was full of muscle, almost a head taller than her, and having a huge axe tied behind his back made him look more oppressive.

If it was an ordinary person, they must've flinched and wanted to escape right away, but Aurora still calmly stared straight into the eyes of the man who looked down at her arrogantly.

Although it was just in the game, she was still someone who held the title of "The Strongest." How dare this impudent oaf block her way and show a look of contempt?! Thinking of this, Aurora's gaze gradually turned colder and sharper.

The brawny man and his boon suddenly had goosebumps, and their bodies shivered involuntarily for no apparent reason, especially the brawny man, whose forehead had started to be covered in a cold sweat before the girl's intense gaze as if being stared at by a ferocious beast.

Scared? I feel scared? Ridiculous!

He quickly dismissed the absurd thought in his heart and spoke in a voice a half-level louder than it should be, almost yelling.

"Hey Missy, I warn you! Don't poke your nose into someone else's business and don't meet with someone you shouldn't meet; otherwise, you won't be able to keep your little life intact."

"Hahaha, Olsen, don't scare her. What if you scare her to pee, hahaha" A group of people not far away looked at Aurora with mocking expressions and booed one after another.

"That's right, this lass has thin arms and legs, and she might break them someday."

"Hey Missy, why don't you quit being a mercenary and become my woman. You'll be the happiest woman in the world. Hahahaha!"

Ah, I see These guys are the ones who secretly monitored Blair

Aurora frowned slightly before opening the system to check the information about this group of people. Except for the man named Olsen, who was level 10, the rest were basically between level 4 and level 7.

With their low strength, it was most likely that they were not the main force of their mercenary group. It also made sense, though. After all, they just had to monitor one person, so they didn't need to spend much manpower to do the job.

To put it bluntly, it was enough to send Olsen alone, and the remaining people could be regarded as cannon fodders.

Aurora made a calculation in her heart and decided that it would only waste her time to deal with these people here, and besides, she just had a not really pleasant meeting with Henrick, so she didn't want to do something that could be used as a handle by that damn old man.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Please excuse me. I don't have so much free time to waste with you."

Aurora bypassed Olson and was about to walk outside, but she hadn't taken a few steps, and Olsen blocked her once again.

It's really annoying

"Brat! On behalf of the Raging Tempest Mercenary Group, I warn you that you'd better stay away from Blair! Or next time we meet" Olsen rubbed his fists in front of Aurora, with a trace of contempt on his face.

"Sure enough, Raging Tempest is really a gathering place for trashes." Aurora shook her head and muttered in a voice loud enough that everybody in the hall could hear her, not caring that Olsen in front of her had widened his eyes.

"You bitch! How dare you call me trash!!"

"Hey, hey, Mr. Olsen, you misunderstood me. I didn't say you were trash! I didn't specifically point out anyone as trash; what I'm trying to say is" Aurora stepped back a few steps at once with a bright smile on her face. "Everyone in the Raging Tempest Mercenary Group who is present here today, and also those who are not here at the moment all of them are T.R.A.S.H! TRASH! That's right, they are all the trashiest of the trash!" Still with a smile, Aurora delivered the final blow. "Am I clear, Mr. Trash?"

Silence.

After Aurora said this sentence, the entire Mercenary Association fell silent.

Whether it was the mercenaries or the office staff in the association, their eyes widened, and their mouths opened into an O shape.

Even Sharon, who knew Aurora's character somewhat, was so shocked by her speech that she didn't even notice that the document in her hand had slipped on the table.

Oh, my Goddess This girl's mouth was even more toxic than a Yellow-striped Serpent!

That was the Raging Tempest Mercenary Group, who ranked fourth in the Mercenary Association, but they were ruthlessly scolded as trash in front of many eyes present!

What a gall!!

The atmosphere inside the lobby turned quiet and suffocating as if it were the calm before the storm. No one even dared to breathe loudly, afraid that something would explode at any moment. Everybody present looked at each other with fear and anxiety in their eyes.

At this moment, a disgusted voice broke the silence.

"Hey, where's the janitor? Please quickly throw out the trash; it's getting stinkier and stinkier here."

Aurora pinched her nose and waved her hand rapidly with an extremely disgusted expression, pretending as if she couldn't bear the smell at all.

"Ahhh!"

"Kill that bitch! Cut her down!"

"Come on, brothers! Hack her to death!"

"How dare you insult our Raging Tempest!"

The Raging Tempest group pulled out their weapons and charged madly, fuming like an enraged bull. Olsen also angrily took off the giant axe behind his back and slammed it down on Aurora's forehead.

Boom!

The huge axe fell with a loud noise, and the ground around the two of them was cracked. Olsen's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he stared at Aurora, who drew her sword to block her giant axe.

The rest of the mercenaries roared and rushed to Aurora's side, raised their weapons, and slashed at her. At this moment, a red figure jumped out of the door and kicked one of the mercenaries in the face. The man wailed and flew out, smashing several companions at the same time.

"Flamme, you came at just the right time!" Aurora raised the corner of her mouth slightly and tossed the giant axe away while kicking Olsen in the gut, causing him to stagger back two steps in pain.

"Hey, what's going on here??" Claudia also ran in from the outside, and as soon as she entered, she saw the somewhat messy association hall and the people battling each other.

"Brothers, go together! There are only three of them!" The mercenaries rushed towards them together, roaring.

"Flamme, don't kill them."

"Understood."

Aurora and Flamme immediately separated and attacked these mercenaries separately. Even without using swordsmanship, Flamme's hand-to-hand combat ability was very powerful.

She swatted one mercenary away with a slap, then reached out and grabbed another mercenary by the collar and threw it in a circle. The mercenaries rolled on the ground until they crashed into the wall before stopping. Standing up, he was horrified to see Claudia next to him grabbing a chair with both hands and hitting him on the head.

"Heyyaa!"

"Boom!"

The poor mercenary fell to the ground.

On the other side, Aurora knocked down a mercenary who was trying to attack her with a dagger with a few solid punches and elbowed a mercenary behind her in the stomach.

"Urrgh!" The mercenary covered his stomach and knelt down on the ground, spitting out vomit.

A sound of piercing air sounded from beside her ears, kicking in her instinct to quickly lean over to avoid the upcoming attack. A giant axe grazed Aurora's nose by a hairbreadth before smashing to the ground.

"Tsk." Olsen smacked his lips in disappointment.

Just as he was about to lift the axe, Aurora stepped on the axe's pole and jumped, her right foot swinging sideways with unprecedented power right at Olsen's cheek, causing several teeth in his mouth to fly out.

"You bastard!" Olsen roared with blood on his mouth, pouncing at Aurora, who hadn't landed yet. He wished he could tear the bitch in half right now!

"Magic Cannon!"

Just when Olsen's hand was about to grab Aurora, the latter not only wasn't afraid but even showed a mysterious smile. Aurora held a crimson light ball in her left hand and threw it at Olsen.

"Ahhh!"

Olsen screamed and flew out with a wail. His chest was instantly scorched black after being hit by a magic cannon. The severe pain caused this man, who had been through many battles, to scream incessantly.

"Hey! What are you bastards doing! Stop it!"

The commotion downstairs caught Henrick's attention. As soon as he walked out of the office, he saw a bunch of wailing mercenaries lying underneath, and the hall was in a mess. Those office workers hid far behind and did not dare to show their heads.

At this time, Flamme was grabbing a mercenary and slapping it back and forth. When she heard the shout, she just glanced in Henrick's direction, then turned around and raised her hand to continue slapping.

Even the always well-behaved Claudia grabbed the stool and knocked the wailing mercenaries unconscious one by one.

"Yo, isn't this President Henrick." Aurora stepped on Olsen's face and stomped on it hard, raised her head, and greeted Henrick with a snicker, "We are just cleaning the trash. Be grateful, old man, we do it for free this time."

"STOP!"

Finally, the farce ended under Henrick's cries. Under the treatment of the priests of the association, the mercenaries woke up one by one. Afterward, Henrick called Aurora and Olsen into the office.

"Tell me, what's going on? Don't you know that you can't fight privately in the association?"

Henrick tapped his fingers on the table little by little and questioned the two people in front of him. At this time, his expression was very serious. This was the first time he had encountered such a serious fight in the association since he had been in office for so long.

Despite her belligerence, Henrick knew that she wasn't the type of person who liked to cause trouble. Although they had only met a few times, he was already familiar with her bottom line. She treated people who were kind to her with respect and crushed anyone who was foolish enough to be her enemy.

On the contrary, the Raging Tempest Mercenary Group had grown so fast that they had become too conceited for their own good. There were many stories about the tyrannical deeds they did in the open or behind the scenes.

"President, you hold the justice for us! This bitch just attacked us out of nowhere, look at my teeth were knocked out by her." Olson said in an aggrieved tone, showing his missing teeth.

"Oh? I heard that you blocked her way first and threatened her."

"That's slander! Who said it! I demand to confront him face-to-face!"

PAH!

Suddenly, Henrick slapped the table with his hand.

"Enough! Don't think I don't know what kind of virtues you guys have. I've already made a decision.

Based on the severity of your conduct, both sides will be penalized 10 gold coins as compensation for the association. In addition, as the offending party, Raging Tempest will be deducted 3 points. Although Glory did not take the initiative in this conflict, the heavy attack caused many mercenaries to be seriously injured. 1 point will be deducted from your total points.

According to the regulation you should be banned to accept commission within a period of time, but because we are currently short on manpower I'll spare you from this punishment. But if you make another trouble in the association, I'll revoke your mercenary qualification and forbid your group to take a commission for 6 months. Do you understand?!"

"President! Their punishment is too light! We refuse to accept it!" Upon hearing the result, Olsen immediately stood up and expressed his dissatisfaction.

Why did they were only punished with one point deduction? It was obvious that we were the ones who suffered a lot here.

"Really? If you think it's too light, I don't mind inviting your leader over to have a good chat with him."

Henrick looked at Olsen coldly while holding his hands. Olsen moved his mouth but didn't know what to say, so he finally walked out of the office in despair. Before leaving, he turned his head and gave Aurora a look of hatred, and then he closed the door with a bang.

"Hey, brat, can you give me less trouble? Don't think you can get away with anything just because you have a title!"

Aurora shrugged. "You also said it, old man. They were the ones who picked up the trouble first."

"But it's only because you're provoking them in public!" Aurora didn't know how many times the table had been smashed by Henrick today; she could only mourn for it silently. When he realized his words had gone in one ear and out the other, he slumped on the chair and rubbed his sore temples while sighing exasperatedly. "Anyway, please don't make any more trouble for me, okay, you little ancestor."

"Don't worry, old man. I'll never take the initiative to trouble others." Aurora lowered her head slightly, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

But if they dare to mess with us, we will crush them until they can't make trouble anymore.

She murmured these words silently in her heart. The removal of the Raging Tempest Mercenary Group had already been written on her to-do list.