City of Light Chasing, Obsidian Martial Arts Hall.
Three Big Three-Wheelers loaded to the brim with ore rumbled over cracked asphalt, their rusted frames letting out dying groans with every jolt.
Twelve gray-robed men followed behind with logs on their shoulders, the rough bark scraping bloody marks across them, yet none stopped—these gray-robed men had traveled back and forth to Grizzly Mine for three straight days, mechanically repeating their gathering tasks like worker ants, until the initially astonished stares of the wanderers along the road had been boiled down to numbness.
That was right! Numbness!
For three days, these gray-robed madmen had been shuttling between Grizzly Mine day and night, making at least four trips a day. This mighty convoy had now become a sight in the abandoned district, leaving other nonhuman wanderers slack-jawed. Who would have thought that a wilderness gang could squeeze its members dry to such an extent?
They were not even allowed to ride in the vehicles. They had to run all the way back carrying logs. How could they be called gang members? They were worse off than prisoners in a jail. At least prisoners were still treated like people, while the members of the Gray Robe Gang were no longer used as people at all.
Because of this spectacle, even human wanderers nearby who had wanted to join a gang no longer dared to. They felt being a wanderer was quite good—at worst, they might have one meal but not the next.
"Sis Wu Shang, a new storyline has been triggered in the hall!"
"A new storyline? What storyline?"
"Three Featherfolk NPCs have arrived. They're a new faction, and they introduced themselves as the Green Sparrow Gang. It looks like they came to discuss cooperation with the hall master."
"Cooperation with a new faction?