Footsteps drew closer and closer.
But when Qin Ran and Lawless saw who it was, they froze in place.
Although he had changed out of his black robe into a trench coat of the same color and wore a round-brimmed hat, the instant they saw him, Qin Ran and Lawless were certain that he was the Broker.
"Broker, what the hell are you doing?"
Lawless asked the differently dressed Broker without the slightest politeness.
Compared to the Broker in their memories, the man now gave them an utterly bizarre feeling.
As though a fox had stuck chicken feathers onto itself and claimed to be a hen.
"Of course I'm here to lead the way."
"And to reminisce about Old Strelai Street's glory!"
That was what the Broker said.
Qin Ran frowned deeply at those words.
Anyone could talk about reminiscing over Old Strelai Street.
But when it came from the Broker, the man who had made his fortune from that incident and built Lawrence Street, it sounded incredibly grating to Qin Ran.
As for leading the way?
Qin Ran was even more dismissive of that.
He was certain the other man had some ulterior motive.
They were not heading out for a picnic. They were going to a hideout occupied by assassin players.
Danger was practically guaranteed.
For a profiteer like the Broker to take such a risk, there could only be one reason: profit!
This would bring the man immense benefits!
Qin Ran was absolutely certain of it.
Only then would the Broker abandon the safer options of private messages or sending someone else to lead the way.
"What requires him to be there in person to accomplish, and can also bring him such enormous profit?"
Qin Ran speculated inwardly.
At the same time, he communicated with Lawless through