Chasing Light City, South Xing Street.
In a dim and foul-slling alley, a team of six dressed in silver-gray outfits carefully stopped in front of an underground bar called Wilderness Root.
"Sister Firefly, this should be the place ntioned in the mission." A petite girl, not even an apprentice yet, looked at the city map on her smart watch and pointed to the underground bar.
"Very good, this is your first mission. The mission level is only D-level, and the target is just an interdiate apprentice. The five of you only need to go together. Relying on the basic martial techniques taught by the martial arts hall, you have a chance to complete the task." The short, twin-tailed Firefly Emperor nodded and looked at the five newcors, saying, "You don’t have to be afraid during the fight. I’ll be supporting you, and you just need to follow the battle strategy taught by Master Xiaoyuan."
"Understood."
"The two of us will go forward to entangle, and the other three will take the opportunity to strike from behind."
The five novices all showed excitent, not expecting that on the first day of entering the ga, they would get to play such a thrilling scenario, like police catching a thief.
"Sort of."
Firefly Emperor listened to the five’s plan. Though it felt a bit odd, overall, it wasn’t problematic.
"Charge!"
"Open the door! Room inspection!"
The five who weren’t even apprentices shouted as they dashed straight into the underground bar.
The crowd in the bar, who were in the midst of revelry, were surprised to see the sudden arrival of five newcors in silver-gray attire. Although everyone in the bar was an apprentice, the silver-gray long-sleeve T-shirts were well-known throughout South Xing Street.
Because that’s the symbol of the Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, proving that these five, not even apprentices, were likely disciples of the martial arts hall.
"What are Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall’s people suddenly doing here?"
"Are they here to collect rent? But wasn’t the rent paid over a dozen days ago?"
"That was to the Two-Headed Gang. Now that Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall has taken over, maybe they want it again."
"The poor boss, Bass, I heard that after the Two-Headed Gang was gone, many lizard people left South Xing Street, causing his business to stagnate. If rent is collected again, this month would have been in vain."
The illegal vagabonds in the bar were discussing the five players, not expecting Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall to start taking over the Two-Headed Gang’s affairs so quickly.
"Where is Blackhand Pach?" A newcor holding an A6 round shield asked the slightly dazed lizardman bartender.
"Looking for Pach?" The lizardman bartender cautiously pointed to a booth not far away, saying in the human language, "Pach is still negotiating business with soone."
With the bartender’s words, the five newcors rushed forward, causing the rest present to feel strange.
"What does Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall want with Blackhand Pach?"
"I heard Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall has been recruiting lately. Are they planning to recruit Blackhand Pach?"
"No way, Blackhand Pach is a wanderer, infamous for being ruthless, and he’s only an interdiate apprentice. There’s no need for Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall to make such a big fuss."
"Are they here to discuss business with Blackhand Pach?"
"That’s possible. Blackhand Pach knows many rchants on South Xing Street. Now that Black Obsidian Martial Arts Hall has taken over, many lizardman rchants want to leave. These are big rent payers. If Blackhand Pach secretly warns them, maybe those lizardn will stay. After all, it’s easy to avoid gangs, but these jackals are not so easy to deal with."
The wanderers handling hidden troubles are often ignored by the major gangs because they are needed to handle certain issues they can’t face openly.
The most typical example is the rchants on territories held by major powers. If rchants run to another’s territory, it’s a provocation to the local gang. Using wanderers to handle it on the sly avoids conflict between gangs.
You could see the five newcors arrive at the door of the private room. One person pushed the door open, two youths holding A6 round shields rushed in, while the remaining three threw A6 arrows into the air.
"Who are you?!"
"Don’t you know this is Blackhand Pach’s exclusive booth?"
In the less than ten-square-ter box, a sub-demon race man, nearly three ters tall, wearing A5 armor and having six arms, roared in discontent.
But what awaited Blackhand Pach were two shield strikes. Although furious, as a wanderer, he had excellent skills. He slapped them away with one hand and simultaneously grabbed four A6 curved sabers with the remaining four arms.
But at that mont, the three newcors at the door struck the tail ends of the A6 arrows with a palm.
Boom!
Three beams of light instantly illuminated the entire dim bar.
And as the three beams dispersed, Blackhand Pach also fell to the ground. There were three bowl-size holes in his body, blood gushing out, covering the booth’s floor. The lizardman involved in the business discussion, also an interdiate apprentice, was dumbfounded, completely unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"Very good, mission complete."
"This D-level mission wasn’t difficult at all; let’s take a C-level one next ti."
"I thought we were poor, but this guy is even poorer, not even equipped with a single A6 weapon."
"What are you thinking? A D-level mission, and any loot is a bonus. You think you’re a big shot, roaming the wilderness?"
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