"Wait, why can you reveal this inside information now?"
Tang Qi suddenly realized that this crucial information had come straight from Black Panther's mouth.
"Weren't you silenced by the [Fair Contract]?"
"On our own turf, we can talk about these things freely, of course—otherwise, a lot of dungeon-related work would be impossible."
Tang Qi was genuinely curious. "Maybe you should show me around."
"There's not much to see. Most areas here are strictly guarded. Anyone who doesn't work in an area is forbidden from entering it."
Only after the yak had been led out of the corridor did Black Panther resume walking ahead, whispering in a voice barely loud enough for the two of them to hear.
"Gang members like us, who handle robberies, are only allowed into the [Archive] and the [Loot Exchange]."
"The Loot Exchange?" Tang Qi instinctively glanced at Dawn.
"It's where we hand over stolen goods."
"You have to write reports, file records, and hand over the loot? Then what's the point of robbing people?"
"Obviously, we don't hand over everything. We're allowed to keep some for ourselves. Otherwise, why would Little Payton say he'd found a 'fat sheep'?
Besides, we get paid—
I told you, this is a job.
We're not goblins robbing travelers on the Three Pig Trail!"
Black Panther was actually rather eager to see realization dawn on Tang Qi's face.
After all, to outsiders who didn't know the truth, they were nothing more than a bunch of marauding bandits.
But much of the time, Black Panther felt he was simply doing a job—
Granted, it wasn't an honorable one.
Most of the time, though, they merely smashed things and stole, rather than slaughtering adventurers.
Even "fleecing fat sheep" only meant taking their valuables, not harming them physically.
Inevitably, however, far too many