Bang! The man's head exploded from a single shot. Immediately after, the sound of blades piercing flesh rang out again. In less than three seconds, every single thief lay in pools of blood. A massacre. This was a complete one-sided massacre! They executed orders with terrifying speed. The thieves hadn't even had time to react before they were already down, leaving only death twitches and twisted faces. Thora walked into the pile of corpses, picked up the thieves' weapons, and tossed them to Maddox. Anticipation flashed in Maddox's eyes as he quickly stepped forward to catch them. Perfect! More weapons to modify. "Today's training mission is complete." After Thora spoke, she stepped directly over the pile of corpses. Instantly, everyone shouted in unison. "Yes!" Only then did a trace of relaxation appear on their faces. They immediately followed behind Thora, striding through the corpses as they left. "Please wait!" The middle-aged man suddenly called out. In an instant, they stopped in their tracks, including Thora. Shirley turned to look at the middle-aged man. Yet just that one look was enough to scare him into stumbling backward several steps. This small girl with her soft, adorable appearance seemed completely harmless, but those eyes sent chills of death through him. "What is it?" Thora asked indifferently. Brock Rohr immediately signaled his family members to express their thanks. "Thank you for saving the Rohrs. If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word!" After a pause, he asked again, "May I ask ... who are you, our saviors?" Thora and her team didn't answer or linger, continuing to stride away. Only Ashton, carrying the machine gun at the rear, raised his hand in a casual wave and called out loudly. "Ashwolf!" "Ashwolf ... " Brock murmured softly, and the entire family committed the word to memory. ... Somewhere in a distant empire. The temporary headquarters of the thief syndicate—Mirage Corsairs. "I heard that a new force has risen in the past two months, wiping out ten thief syndicates in just two months." A blond man spoke respectfully to the person at the head of the table."If I'm not mistaken, that force is called Ashwolf, right?" Frost Blair whistled. "And a month ago, our people encountered them and suffered heavy losses." As he spoke, Frost clasped his hands behind his head. "But it's also strange. They seem to be deliberately targeting us. Our group hasn't offended anyone in the past two months." Frost, one of Mirage Corsairs' Twelve Generals, was the very person who had hidden in the shadows and used Thora to attack Darius. The man seated at the head of the table wore a white robe with a cross hanging around his neck, his silver hair reaching his waist. His handsome features were deeply chiseled, and his green eyes gleamed like gemstones. He pondered briefly before uttering two words. "Their intel." "Mr. Booth, this military group appeared out of thin air. We can't find any information on them. They never leave traces after operations. They even collect all weapons. They use newly modified equipment in each subsequent battle, so their source is a mystery and their numbers are unknown." The blond man answered seriously. "However, all their targets so far have been small-scale forces with combat power and numbers below A-rank. The last clash with our Mirage Corsairs members was just an accident." Both thief syndicates and mercenary groups were ranked by strength. S-rank was the highest, followed by A-rank, with E-rank being the weakest. Greywolf and Mirage Corsairs were both S-rank. The man they called Corey Booth narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Notify the Twelve Generals to closely monitor Ashwolf. The moment they encounter them, eliminate them immediately. We absolutely cannot let them grow stronger." Everyone immediately bowed respectfully. "Yes, Mr. Booth."