Walking on the street, the Slave Trade Guild Captain had her usual smile plastered on her face. Her plan had gone more smoothly than expected. Behind her, two of her trusted aides looked at her back with respect and adoration.
"Congratulations on the plan's success. With this, you can return to the Guild Headquarters with your head raised," one of the aides said with a fawning smile.
"Hahaha. I cannot wait to see those bastards' faces when they see the Captain's face when she returns to the Headquarters," the second aide added quickly, not wanting to be outdone.
Listening to the flattery, the Slave Trade Guild Captain could not help but chuckle silently.
Who did not like to be flattered?
Besides, she had earned it.
Her shoulders were raised high, her head raised like a peacock, and her mind was swelling with pride.
The thought of returning to the headquarters with such success filled her mind with unending joy.
