"Eight players? Miss, are those eight players you mentioned from the Mad Lion Mercenary Group? The ones with the red lion emblem on their arms?"
HappyFish's thoughts spun wildly, and she sucked in a sharp breath as the realization hit her.
"Yes. Eight from Mad Lion," Threeleaf FlyingCloud replied calmly. "HappyFish, do you know them?"
"Oh my god," HappyFish exclaimed, her voice rising despite herself. "Are you saying those eight killed fifty Savage Wolves? Miss, that's impossible. There's no way."
The shock hit her harder than she expected, dragging her mind back to the moment just before her death, when chaos had swallowed the battlefield whole.
"HappyFish," Threeleaf FlyingCloud asked, now fully alert, "what exactly happened?"
The tremor in HappyFish's voice immediately caught her attention.
"Miss, to be honest," HappyFish said bitterly, "I died because of those Mad Lion players."
"Because of Mad Lion?" Threeleaf FlyingCloud frowned.
