While Sand Sculpture and Laughing Craftsman stood on the rooftop watching the show, Blackwater Alley in the distance had already descended into chaos.
Taran Raider and his three confidants had barely walked a short distance from Nock's house when a group of vicious-looking men came after them.
They were all dressed in tank tops, their muscular arms exposed, carrying everything from long guns and pistols to short knives.
At first, Taran thought he had been caught up in some gang shootout, until one of them fired a shotgun into the air and shouted at him.
"Hey! You up front! Stop!"
"Don't run!"
Countless thoughts flashed through Taran's mind in an instant. Maybe Nock had sold him out. Maybe these gangsters had been hired by the Enlightenment Society. Then Sauerkraut Fish grabbed his arm.
"Fuck! Run!!"
Realizing this was not the time to think, Taran snapped back to his senses and took off without another word.
"Run!"
Seeing their commander bolt away in the lead, the three players hurried after him, charging toward the other end of the alley.
They only had one pistol each, and the four of them could not even scrape together ten magazines. The other side had shotguns and rifles. Their firepower was on a completely different level!
Even Awakeners could not afford to play that recklessly.
Seeing the prize in front of them about to escape, Mors hurriedly called for the Hyena Gang to chase after them.
The two sides immediately began a wild chase through the streets.
Listening to bullets whizzing overhead, Taran cursed in shock and rage.
"Fuck, have these NPCs gone insane?! I'm just doing a normal quest! Is this even allowed?!"
Just as he spoke, a bullet skimmed past his ear.
The crack of it tearing through the air sent a chill