The Chameleon Troupe relocated to a new base in an underwater cave near England’s Bristol Channel. A guild expedition would occur near Suwon’s abandoned factory, so they took the opportunity to move.

“Oooh…”

The Chameleon Troupe gathered to assess their revenue for the third quarter and discuss the battle prowess of their seat candidate. At least, they had planned on doing that. However, several members couldn’t make it due to missions or personal affairs. Only five had gathered. Boss stood in front of them and displayed a video of Kim Hajin’s mission.

“He killed 20 people in 21 seconds. Is that even a gun?”

A handsome man with a gentle complexion spoke in awe. He was Chameleon Troupe’s seat of green, Jin Yohan.

“How can a gun be that strong? What a mysterious gift.”

“So? What do you think?” Jain urged him to give his assessment.

“Hmm… I’m not sure, but he should be around a high-intermediate rank hero.”

“What? That high?”

“Huh? How is that high?”

Jin Yohan’s tone caused Jain to frown. This was the problem with strong people. They underestimated the standards of lower ranks.

“Then 10 high-intermediate rank heroes could beat you.”

“Nah, that’s an exaggeration. Maybe a hundred.”

Jin Yohan shook his head and generously praised...