The six Mushroom People had already set their sights on Jiang Yue and his two companions when they saw them take out a raw crystal at the Adventurers' Guild and exchange it for 800 silver coins.
They were already the sort who made their living through shady dealings. On the surface, they were an adventuring party, taking on a few missions to cover their daily expenses. In truth, they didn't complete nearly enough missions to support their lavish eating and drinking. Naturally, they'd done plenty of thieving and other dirty work on the side. They'd even ambushed people and robbed and murdered them before.
To these six Mushroom People, talk of racial blood ties was all nonsense. There were at least a hundred million Mushroom People in the underground world, if not three hundred million. Were they all supposed to be one big, happy family?
The Mushroom People were a massive race, but they'd never been particularly concerned with racial kinship. And talk of solidarity was even more ridiculous.
There was a saying from the Surface World that suited the Mushroom People perfectly.
When old friends from the same hometown meet, one shoots the other in the back.
These six Mushroom People were a textbook example.
And they were convinced their shot would hit its mark. With six of them experienced at ambushing and plotting against people, taking down three members of their own race ought to be a piece of cake.
That was why they'd followed them all the way here. They thought this no-investment business was a sure thing, and there was no chance of failure.
If they were dealing with a powerful race, a small squad with formidable fighting strength, they wouldn't dare target them, even if there were only three. It would most likely mean certain