"Just as Rachel said, every last one of them was scared out of their wits."
Qin Ran looked at the man in the white robe and gave a soft sigh.
Although the system concealed the man's face, his attire did not match any of the people the tavern owner had singled out in her descriptions.
His aura in particular was not especially strong, even though he had reached entry rank.
He was someone who had only just entered the transcendent realm.
What else could he be called?
Either a disposable pawn or cannon fodder would suit him.
After his mental attribute reached V-, Qin Ran's perception had not increased, but it had been profoundly affected. Within his existing perceptual range, everything he sensed had become clearer and more detailed.
Of course, that clarity and detail did not extend to identifying the items in the man's backpack, so Qin Ran still approached him cautiously.
He had no intention of falling prey to an unexpected setback.
"Flame Demon?"
Qin Ran did not recognize the man, but the man recognized him.
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, the man instinctively backed away.
Over the past few months, Qin Ran had arguably become the most prominent figure in the Giant City, his fame beginning to eclipse even that of the old guard.
Newcomers and veterans in the Giant City might not know-or might have forgotten-the elusive Broker, but they certainly knew the sovereign of flames, the Flame Demon.
His road to fame had been paved entirely with piles of corpses.
It was enough to send anyone into a panic.
The man before him was no exception.
The hostages he had considered capturing included Cole, Hans, and others, along with the recently emerging Blair and Galvin, even The Recluse Levin, the Alchemist