Whirr!
The Gatling Gun's motor gave its distinctive hum, and its six barrels slowly began to spin.
In less than a second, the torrent of metal pouring from those six barrels could tear the figure hiding in the shadows into bloody chunks.
Facing the six dark barrels, the person in the shadows wisely stepped out.
"Sorry, my appearance seems to have caused a misunderstanding."
"But I mean no harm."
The messenger raised both hands high.
"Whether you mean harm isn't something you can prove with words."
Lawless sneered.
He had seen through the messenger's air of falseness at a glance.
After all, compared with the Broker, this person fell far short.
It was roughly the difference between Lv1 and Lv99.
Still, they were equally annoying and disgusting.
"As you can see, I'm only a messenger."
"Please don't make things difficult for a nobody like me."
"I'll leave the invitation here. Could you pass it on to Lord Flame Emperor?"
"This is a rare gathering."
"We hope you can attend as well."
As the messenger spoke, they backed away and set an invitation bearing the image of a burning flask on the ground.
Originally, Lawless had no intention of letting the messenger go, but the sight of that invitation immediately changed his mind.
Burning Flask!
Heaton!
Lawless knew his friend was looking for Heaton.
This person was delivering a letter for Heaton. Even if they weren't one of his people, they should know more about him.
With that thought, Lawless took a step forward without betraying his intentions.
But the messenger was even more cautious than Lawless had imagined.
The instant Lawless took that step, a scroll appeared in the messenger's hand.
The scroll split open, releasing an aura of magic, and the messenger vanished before Lawless's eyes.
"A Teleportation Scroll?!"