"Fast, don't underestimate your opponent. This Zhao Qi is very capable. He's quite famous in Celestial Sea Prefecture now and almost ruined the director's grand plan."
The other white man, who was training with a water vat, said flatly.
"Skills? Miloque, you're wrong about that. When it comes down to it, those yellow-skinned wastes from the three big trading firms are just too damn useless. We gave them so many resources, and all they turned out to be was a bunch of good-for-nothings."
"If we weren't constrained from acting ourselves, how could a few Martial Arts Halls run wild in this puny Celestial Sea Prefecture?"
The last of them, a white man named Broo who wielded two swords, sneered.
"In any case, the director sent the three of us to ensure there are no mistakes. If the Giant Spirit Army gets a hold of us, it'll make things difficult for our superiors. We're all working for the Empire; being thorough is what's most important."
Miloque said.
