"You're good. I've been following the news about the Demon invasion of the White City in the Great Shaw Empire," Vincent said, nodding at Aiden.
Then, he casually turned to the injured soldiers beside him.
"Okay, this guy isn't a weakling. If you'd actually read about the White City incident, you wouldn't have spoken so ignorantly."
"As for the rest of you... I can't tell yet if you're tough or not."
Hearing this, the wounded soldiers turned their gaze toward Aiden with fresh curiosity.
"How dare you talk like that? We're here to help you kill Demons!" one of the contestants shouted, feeling insulted.
A faint, mocking smile appeared on Vincent's face. He patted his pocket, then held out his hand toward the soldier who was smoking.
The soldier immediately handed over a pack of cigarettes.
Under the watchful eyes of over a hundred contestants, Vincent calmly lit a cigarette and took a deep, long drag.
