After pondering for half an hour, Ian Song still couldn't come up with a good solution. After all, the others were all Martial Saints—trying to subdue them by force was completely out of the question, and his understanding of the four was limited to a few thin dossiers.
It seemed he could only wait until meeting them in person, gauge their attitudes, and then slowly figure something out.
The next morning.
Fiona Li hurried over.
"Commander, the rest of our Assassin Camp members have all arrived. Let's go meet them."
"No, just call me Little Huang. Commander sounds weird to me." Ian Song waved his hand.
Fiona Li replied meaningfully, "There's a hierarchy here. You're our leader now—if I don't call you Commander, that's disrespectful."
Ian wasn't slow; he instantly caught the deeper meaning in Fiona's words, and felt a bit moved. "Thank you."
"No need to thank me! Marcus Meng and I are both on your side!" Fiona added.
"Alright, let's go meet the other four!"
They chatted as they walked, and after about fifteen minutes, Ian followed Fiona to a rather secluded courtyard inside the city.
"This will be our Assassin Camp base from now on!" Fiona explained.
Inside the courtyard, five people were already waiting: Marcus Meng, plus the other four Assassin Camp members.
The reed-thin elder in the gray robe had to be Jason Song; the one-eyed, middle-aged man with an eyepatch was Shawn Tu; as for the hideous middle-aged woman in the gaudy flowered dress, that could only be Hannah Han.
And the last, the tower-like, burly man with a silly grin, was Tyson Xiong.
"Heh heh, never thought our Assassin Camp commander would turn out to be a little brat at early Grandmaster realm!"
Jason Song, the gray-robed elder, sneered.
"Who knows what the commander was thinking, handing the reins to a pretty boy!"
Hannah Han shot Ian a look full of disgust and said in a sour tone. Ever since her engagement was broken because of her looks, she’d hated good-looking men. Ian wasn’t an absolute knockout, but he was still decent-looking, so naturally, Hannah had it out for him.
"Kid, you’re from Sanctum Martial Academy, aren’t you?" Shawn Tu spoke up, his voice thick with hostility. Born an illegitimate son, he’d been bullied by noble heirs all his life, so he had no fondness for people from good backgrounds.