0939, this is our territory

The old man looked at the flaming flowers one by one and his expression turned ugly.

If these flaming flowers didn’t die, the Bridgeforest Business Association would definitely be able to make a huge profit.

“If some of them die, so be it. There should still be some profit!”

The middle-aged man said with some heartache.

“Everyone, can we settle the Commission for our mercenary group First?”

Wang Xian watched as they conversed. No one came to talk about the commission with them. He walked straight to the four middle-aged men and asked directly.

“Commission?”

The four middle-aged men didn’t look too good when they saw the death of the blazing flame flower.

The death of the blazing flame flower meant that all their rewards were gone.

Seeing Wang Xian coming over to ask for the commission, the middle-aged man walked toward the young man with a sullen face.

“Young master, the members of the mercenary group are asking for the Commission!”

“Commission?”