The Mercenary Corps Leaders all nodded and began to file out. They needed to contact numerous other Mercenary Corps, and time was short.
Lin Xinghai started to leave, but Jin Canlan's voice rang out. "Little Brother Lin, don't be in such a hurry! Stay and have some tea with me. As for forming your contingent, just leave it to me. Once they hand in their lists, I'll get everything sorted out for you."
Hearing this, Lin Xinghai looked at him suspiciously. After just a moment's thought, he instantly understood Jin Canlan's intentions.
If Jin Canlan formed the contingent for him only after all the other teams had submitted their rosters, then the Mercenary Corps shoved into his group would be the leftovers nobody else wanted.
These Mercenary Corps were either weak or had bad reputations. In any case, they all had issues.
Leading them would be a massive headache.
"Chairman Jin, this tea of yours leaves a bad taste in my mouth!" Lin Xinghai said, clearly displeased.
