Fu Qian wasn't disappointed. Before long, someone came after him.
Besides the one who'd been watching him, there were two partners.
The three clearly worked well together. One kept his distance and followed behind, while the other two split up and took different routes.
They looked practiced. Seemed they were old hands.
Fu Qian wasn't surprised. Robbery was a skill that had been around since humanity's birth, despite requiring no particular talent.
Especially in a place like the Wasteland, where it was easy to imagine they'd thrive.
So they wouldn't lose track of him, Fu Qian deliberately kept his pace steady.
Even so, it was nearly ten minutes before he entered an alley and a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Friend!"
The man blocking his way wore an iron-gray metal mask. His voice came out muffled.
"You've got a nice gun. You didn't seem too happy with the offer you got back there?"
As he spoke, the man raised a light crossbow and aimed it at Fu Qian.
"I think we can offer you a price you can't refuse."
"Thank you for the recognition."
Fu Qian obligingly stopped where he was, his eyes fixed on the weapon pointed at him.
It was dark gold from end to end, with an elegant, lightweight design. The arrow loaded into it shimmered with an eerie blue light, making for a striking effect.
Getting hit by that thing probably wouldn't be much better than taking a bullet.
Elegant and deadly. The only odd thing was how dainty it looked, like a lady's weapon.
"You folks seem to be doing pretty well for yourselves in this line of work!"
Fu Qian complimented them.
"Can't be helped. We take our reputation seriously, so business has always been good."
The man blocking his way merely