Lake Heart Island, Mammon Manor.
The members of the Foolsâ Association are gathered in the banquet hall, watching the live feed sent back by the drones.
The drones they use are equipped with high-level anti-electronic interference units, unaffected by the on-site electromagnetic shielding, and have extremely high shooting precision, capturing every detail clearly.
Watching Nuobai struggle amidst the Hellhound Mercenariesâ siege, her body battered and blood-soaked, they all laughed uproariously, happiness written all over their faces.
"Hahaha! Did you see her falling from the sixth floor? Itâs like a blood flower bursting on the ground, truly artistic!"
"My favorite is still the look on her face when she saw the old lady threatened. That kind of unwillingness, bewilderment, and bleak expression, oh~ what a pitiable child~"
"The dish prepared by the president is really exquisite, with many unexpected ingredients, like the old lady surprisingly shouting for her to run at the end. That splendid eruption of human nature is truly delightful!"
"Ah, young people are too impulsive, they shouldâve kept holding on, why shoot?"
"Thatâs actually better, if she ran away, we can enjoy this dish longer, otherwise eating it clean in one go wouldnât be fun!"
As everyone was chattering away, Mammon couldnât help but smile broadly. He pressed his palm down and said, "Everyone, quiet for a moment, Iâm going to call that brat."
Everyone quieted down, holding back laughter, watching Mammon.
Mammon took out his phone, dialed a number, and then turned on speakerphone, deliberately putting on a stern face, "Lucifer."
From the other end, Luciferâs voice came through, "Dad, whatâs up?"
Mammon feigned displeasure and said, "How did you let her escape? What are you Hellhound Mercenaries doing?!"
Lucifer complained, "Can you stop nagging at us just sitting on the sidelines watching? Sheâs a Legendary Mercenary after all, do you think itâs like slaughtering pigs?"
Mammon laughed and cursed, "Asking us not to nag? Come on, weâre the patrons, all the bounty is provided by us! Not satisfied with the show, canât we nag a bit? Youâre not happy?"
Lucifer impatiently said, "I canât be bothered to argue with you... how about helping me track where she escaped to, Iâll go continue the chase."
Mammon slammed the table and scolded, "Youâre a mercenary, asking me? Iâm the audience, okay! I already gave you the info first-hand, letting you take action first, thatâs giving you a backdoor. Want me to help more? No way! Deal with it yourself!"
Luciferâs voice sounded somewhat resentful, "Dad, keeping the spoils within the family, putting 500 million in your sonâs pocket as pocket money, isnât it better than letting others take it away?"
Mammon chuckled, "It doesnât matter to us; the aunts and uncles just want to enjoy some fun. Whoever gets the bounty makes no difference to us at the Foolsâ Association."
Lucifer cursed, "Damn you, a bunch of wasteful playthings. Not going to chat with you, Iâm going to continue the chase, bye."
The call ended.
Everyone was holding back their laughter with difficulty, and after the call ended, laughter erupted: "Hahahahaha!!!"
"President, your son is still so unique, heâs adorable!"
"So young, already understands thriftiness, calling us to keep the spoils within the family, heâs truly a filial son, hahahahaha!"
"Oh my, brotherly-type boys are really cute, if I werenât too old, Iâd consider going for the young ones!"
It can be seen that the internal atmosphere of the Foolsâ Association, a group brought together by fun, is very good, without any strict hierarchy, everyone is equal in front of fun.
Even when his son is being teased, as president, Mammon isnât angry, he even laughs along, pointing at the phone and sighing, "This brat used to always annoy me at home, finally found a chance to annoy him back."
At this moment, a young man cautiously said, "But, President, your son seems to have a point. Rather than let someone else take the bounty, giving it to him is more fitting, just shifting from left hand to right hand, saving a lot of expenses."
Mammon listened and his expression became displeased: "Youâre new here, right? I need to criticize you properly."
"The Foolsâ Associationâs main purpose is fun, weâre a group of like-minded people seeking joy, everything is fun first."
"Todayâs dish is originally a mess of flavors; itâs out of place to talk about money or not money."
"If a little money makes outcomes predictable, affecting ultimate joy, that would be upside down. Donât say such things next time, understood?"
The young man quickly nodded in response: "Understood, I spoke too much."
Mammon clapped his hands, his tone lightened again: "Alright, letâs not dwell on trivial formalities, letâs continue to savor this dish and see what other surprising flavors it can bring."
...
In this world, in any city, the Mercenary Realm has its unique ecosystem and a set of rules to follow.
Active Mercenaries can form alliances, can attack each other, no one manages this.
But the precondition is using oneâs abilities.
If you canât beat the opponent, work hard to become stronger.
Or you can find someone powerful to back you up.
Making money, business, nothing disgraceful.
But issuing a bounty to hunt down peers is absolutely prohibited in the Mercenary Realm.
Otherwise, if everyone played like this, with you issuing a bounty on me today, and me on you tomorrow, what would the circle become?
Similarly, the Mercenary Realm will protect its own, outsiders cannot issue bounties on Mercenaries, otherwise, they will face fierce retaliation.
Due to these rules, so far, very few Mercenaries have encountered bounty hunts.