Fire Wolf, those little brats seem to be living pretty well lately."
"Tsk, tsk. What did that stubborn brat buy?"
At Black Gold Street Corner, among several gang members wearing the insignia of the Wild Wolf Gang, a man with a Mohawk watched Anduin emerge from the store with interest.
A hint of amusement flashed through his slightly narrowed eyes.
It was as if he had spotted prey.
"Stuff for women, right? Those little brats have actually come to buy things two days in a row."
"Heh, looks like they got their hands on something good?"
Crouching at the street corner, the Tier 0 Awakener known as Fire Wolf swallowed hard, then spat a thick glob of phlegm in front of a passerby with a hoarse sound.
Watching the other person hurriedly detour around him, angry but afraid to speak up, he could not help letting out a low laugh.
"Come on, keep an eye on that kid. Last time, that old bastard collected money from them, and I thought these little fuckers would starve to death. Looks like they still have some fat to squeeze."
"Maybe there are even some women to play with. I just wonder, with these brats being so young, what slut would be willing to fuck them?"
Bored out of their minds, the four exchanged glances after he finished speaking, and interest rose in all of them.
They staggered to their feet and discussed it with a few casual curses. One of the seemingly frail young men could not help speaking up:
"Lord Fire Wolf, Old Hack and the others already collected money from them. Besides, I heard these little brats found an Awakener. If we go after them again, isn't that—"
As one of the gang's lowest-ranking members, Old Hack was a First-Order Awakener,