Crimson Moon Mountain, Market Street.
"Has Hall Master Lin gone mad?"
"Those are Advanced Apprentices! He actually had them mining?"
As player after player vanished from the street, it was not only Abner who was profoundly shocked. Even Flo, who knew something about the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall, stood frozen on the spot.
Although Flo had already witnessed the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall's madness in the previous desperate battle—they would not even spare their own people to deal with enemies, and even Intermediate Apprentices with boundless potential could be sacrificed at any time—
Seeing Advanced Apprentices mining still overturned Flo's worldview once again.
If he suggested sending those Advanced Apprentices to mine, his own uncle, Gang Leader Varrod, would probably immediately slap him twice to knock some sense into him.
Even if Advanced Apprentices truly mined far more efficiently than ordinary people—able to casually lift three or four hundred kilograms and sprint wildly, and dig through hard mountainsides as quickly as slicing tofu—
Advanced Apprentices were still senior backbone members in any major gang out in the wilds. Even gang leaders had to consider what such people had to say much of the time.
Sending a group of Advanced Apprentices like that to mine was practically wishing for one's gang to die early.
Even the suburban gangs, where Advanced Apprentices were as common as dogs, were not extravagant enough to send Advanced Apprentices mining. It was already quite good if they dispatched a few Intermediate Apprentices to supervise.
"Flo, could you introduce me to the person in charge of the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall?" After his brief shock, Abner almost immediately turned to Flo and asked, "Of course, I won't shortchange an old friend like you. For future Energy Ore transactions, I'm willing to offer you an extra five percent.