“””
Fu Qian wasn’t disappointed, as someone quickly pursued him from behind.
In addition to the one observing him, there were two other partners.
The trio cooperated seamlessly, one of them keeping a distance at the rear while the other two took different paths.
They moved with a practiced ease, clearly professionals in this business.
Fu Qian wasn’t surprised; robbery, a skill low in technical complexity, has been a traditional craft since the dawn of humankind.
Especially in the wasteland, it was only natural they would be like a fish in water.
To avoid losing his pursuers, Fu Qian deliberately controlled his pace.
Even so, it was almost ten minutes later when Fu Qian entered a small alley, and a figure flashed out in front of him.
“Friend!”
The person blocking his way wore an iron-grey metal mask and spoke in a muffled voice.
“You’ve got a nice gun there, seemed you weren’t too satisfied with the offer you got over there?”
While speaking, this person aimed a sleek hand crossbow at Fu Qian.
“I believe we can offer you a price you can’t refuse.”
“Thank you for the recognition.”
Fu Qian cooperatively stopped in place, his eyes on the weapon trained on him.
It was of a dark golden color, light and delicate in design, and the arrow it was fitted with glowed with a sinister blue, visually striking.
Being hit by this thing would probably be no less harmful than being shot.
Elegant yet deadly, its only awkward aspect was that it seemed a bit dainty, like a weapon for a lady.
“You seem to have quite the haul for yourselves in this line of work!”
Fu Qian commented admiringly.
“Can’t help it, we place great emphasis on reputation, so business has always been good.”
The roadblocker merely grunted, while someone else spoke up from behind.
Fu Qian turned to look. The other two had positioned themselves on either side, effectively cutting off his retreat.
The one who had spoken wore a pitch-black metal mask, fierce in design and indiscernible in material.
But like his teammate, he made no attempt at any other disguise, making it easy to identify him as the one who had been observing Fu Qian earlier through the clothes he wore.
Judging by his tone of voice, was he the leader of the trio?
And given their demeanor, it was clear that these ‘three brothers’ wore masks merely as a token gesture, not caring about being identified later by their victims.
“The original owner of this hand crossbow was a clever lady. After a simple exchange, she happily agreed to a deal with us,”
Seeing Fu Qian’s attention on his teammate’s weapon, the man in the black mask chuckled continuously.
“We are willing to buy your gun for the same price,” he said.
As he spoke, he fumbled in his pocket and flicked out a coin, which made a ‘ding’ sound as it hit something.
“Is that so?”
Fu Qian looked up, seeing that it was indeed just an ordinary coin.
If he remembered correctly, that coin wouldn’t even be enough to buy a mint candy.
It was a wonder this fellow managed to find such a thing in the wasteland.
Thud!
To support his teammate, the third man, who had been quiet up until now, stepped forward, his weapon making a heavy noise as he struck it against the ground.
“Made your decision? Everyone’s busy here!”
“Understandable, considering everyone’s all about KPIs nowadays!”
Fu Qian casually remarked, his gaze then falling on the weapon in the man’s hand.
It was a dark, heavy-looking edge hammer, adorned with intricately designed patterns.
It looked very familiar!
If he wasn’t mistaken, that was almost identical to the one Cross from the Knight and Saintess duo carried.
The wasteland was indeed under Ailina’s control, but how did such an item end up in their hands?
Judging from the skill level of these three, Cross would have had a hard time taking on any of them alone.
“And how much did this cost?”
“””
Fu Qian pointed at the hammer, asking curiously.
“This one is much more valuable.”