"This time we hit Nethermark Humanity and grabbed five chicks, two truckloads of synthetic food, and four medical devices—and that's only part of it. Boss, if we go a few more times, we'll definitely strike it rich!"
Listening to his subordinate's inventory report, the White Fang Gang leader said disdainfully, "Two trucks of food and a few women, and you're already beside yourselves? What kind of ambition is that? We lost plenty of men attacking Nethermark this time too. That female Martial Artist was damn strong. Ask yourself—could you even hit her with a gun?"
Though he spoke that way, the upward curl of his lips betrayed his good mood.
The haul had simply been too rich. The stolen supplies would last them quite a while.
There were no seasonal changes in the Outland. You lived one day at a time.
Unlike the Wanderers of Sikkim Settlement, who had merely sought refuge, the White Fang Gang were organized raiders with clear objectives.
Robbery was an art. Knowing who to rob and who not to rob, and practicing sustainable depletion, was the way to ensure steady long-term profits.
These neutral settlements were terribly inefficient producers and not worth raiding. Besides, attacking them would disrupt the gang's ability to regroup and rest.
At the same time, if they maliciously attacked these neutral Wanderers, who knew how far the news would spread? They would end up being driven away and condemned everywhere.
But if they targeted Nethermark Humanity, Four Nations outposts, or warlord towns in the Outland, that was an entirely different matter.
Even unrelated Outland People would feel a surge of respect upon hearing that the White Fang Gang had gone after the Four Nations and warlord factions.
Of course, that was the ideal scenario. They were not the Rebel Army. When