Lin Xinghai hadn't expected that a single glance from him would provoke such a strong reaction from the commander and vice-commander of the Blood Carving Mercenary Corps.
Of course, even if he had known, he wouldn't have minded. In fact, he would have been quite satisfied.
He was leading the worst team to begin with, so if any of the Mercenary Corps under his command were to be disobedient, it would be a massive headache.
Soon, Lin Xinghai returned to the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps' encampment.
By now, all the Mercenary Corps had more or less settled in. The area had been roughly divided into sections based on the size of each corps.
The area assigned to the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps was a full 500 square meters, quite a bit larger than the plots given to the Third Level Mercenary Corps.
Within this area, Fang Tianhe had already directed people to pitch over thirty tents, enough to house the one hundred members of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps.
