The casualty numbers had not yet been counted, but from what Gao Yang observed, they would certainly not be small. He was very curious to know which Mercenary Group these attackers, who dared to launch an assault on the Skull Gang's base camp with absolutely inferior numbers, came from.
"If you're mercenaries, then which Mercenary Group do you belong to?"
The captive's face was covered in camouflage paint, making it impossible to discern any expression, but his clenched fists suggested he was highly resistant to Gao Yang's question. However, Gao Yang did not press him, for he knew the captive would speak eventually.
Indeed, after a silence, the captive spoke gravely, "Three small Mercenary Groups. You don't need to know the names any longer, since our Mercenary Groups no longer exist. Knowing them wouldn't be of any significance to you."
"Are you British?"
The captive was taken aback by Gao Yang's abrupt question then nodded and said, "Yes, British."
"Are all of you British?"