Chapter 447: Chapter 447 Wasteland Chapter (Nine)_1 Chapter 447: Chapter 447 Wasteland Chapter (Nine)_1 “””
Fu Qian wasn’t disappointed, as someone quickly pursued him from behind.
In addition to the one observing him, there were two other partners.
The trio cooperated seamlessly, one of them keeping a distance at the rear while the other two took different paths.
They moved with a practiced ease, clearly professionals in this business.
Fu Qian wasn’t surprised; robbery, a skill low in technical complexity, has been a traditional craft since the dawn of humankind.
Especially in the wasteland, it was only natural they would be like a fish in water.
To avoid losing his pursuers, Fu Qian deliberately controlled his pace.
Even so, it was almost ten minutes later when Fu Qian entered a small alley, and a figure flashed out in front of him.
The person blocking his way wore an iron-grey metal mask and spoke in a muffled voice.
“You’ve got a nice gun there, seemed you weren’t too satisfied with the offer you got over there?”
While speaking, this person aimed a sleek hand crossbow at Fu Qian.
“I believe we can offer you a price you can’t refuse.”
“Thank you for the recognition.”
Fu Qian cooperatively stopped in place, his eyes on the weapon trained on him.
It was of a dark golden color, light and delicate in design, and the arrow it was fitted with glowed with a sinister blue, visually striking.
Being hit by this thing would probably be no less harmful than being shot.
Elegant yet deadly, its only awkward aspect was that it seemed a bit dainty, like a weapon for a lady.
“You seem to have quite the haul for yourselves in this line of work!”
Fu Qian commented admiringly.
“Can’t help it, we place great emphasis on reputation, so business has always been good.”
The roadblocker merely grunted, while someone else spoke up from behind.
Fu Qian turned to look. The other two had positioned themselves on either side, effectively cutting off his retreat.
The one who had spoken wore a pitch-black metal mask, fierce in design and indiscernible in material.
But like his teammate, he made no attempt at any other disguise, making it easy to identify him as the one who had been observing Fu Qian earlier through the clothes he wore.
Judging by his tone of voice, was he the leader of the trio?
And given their demeanor, it was clear that these ‘three brothers’ wore masks merely as a token gesture, not caring about being identified later by their victims.
“The original owner of this hand crossbow was a clever lady. After a simple exchange, she happily agreed to a deal with us,”
Seeing Fu Qian’s attention on his teammate’s weapon, the man in the black mask chuckled continuously.
“We are willing to buy your gun for the same price,” he said.
As he spoke, he fumbled in his pocket and flicked out a coin, which made a ‘ding’ sound as it hit something.
Fu Qian looked up, seeing that it was indeed just an ordinary coin.
If he remembered correctly, that coin wouldn’t even be enough to buy a mint candy.
It was a wonder this fellow managed to find such a thing in the wasteland.
To support his teammate, the third man, who had been quiet up until now, stepped forward, his weapon making a heavy noise as he struck it against the ground.
“Made your decision? Everyone’s busy here!”
“Understandable, considering everyone’s all about KPIs nowadays!”
Fu Qian casually remarked, his gaze then falling on the weapon in the man’s hand.
It was a dark, heavy-looking edge hammer, adorned with intricately designed patterns.
It looked very familiar!
If he wasn’t mistaken, that was almost identical to the one Cross from the Knight and Saintess duo carried.
The wasteland was indeed under Ailina’s control, but how did such an item end up in their hands?
Judging from the skill level of these three, Cross would have had a hard time taking on any of them alone.
“And how much did this cost?”
Fu Qian pointed at the hammer, asking curiously.
“This one is much more valuable.”
Clearly not expecting Fu Qian to still be interested in this at such a time, the man with the dark face paused for a moment before his voice took on a sinister tone.
“Seems like it’s not a gain from a job.”
Fu Qian understood in an instant.
“Bought it from Siren Group?”
Seemingly very dissatisfied with Fu Qian’s attitude, murderous intent filled the man’s tone all at once.
This man was clearly no saint, and in the next moment, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, reappearing with a hand shrouded in black mist, silently sliding towards Fu Qian’s neck.
However, just when he was a mere hand’s breadth away from the target, the seemingly oblivious target twisted his body without even turning his head.
A tremendous force came from his chest, and he involuntarily staggered backward, feeling something spray out from behind him.
This thought subconsciously surfaced in the man’s mind.
No, that was wrong; there was clearly no sound, but why…
In the next moment, as his vision tumbled, he saw his lower body and the innards that splattered into the air, and his thoughts came to an abrupt stop.
Heavy breathing noises arose, especially grating in the silence.
Watching the two halves of a body that had splattered out, the man with the iron face, who was ready to collaborate with his teammate, found his finger frozen on the trigger.
He saw very clearly, the guy had just twisted his body and elbowed his teammate in the chest.
And then a living person was torn apart as if exploded.
Even someone slow on the uptake would know they had come across an adversary they couldn’t contend with.
“Don’t be nervous, what were you saying just now?”
Fu Qian retracted his elbow and swung his body left and right.
These three guys, although they had gathered quite a bounty from their raids, were mediocre in terms of strength; the encounter had hardly been a warm-up.
The man with the iron face was clearly stunned and couldn’t immediately respond to Fu Qian’s question.
However, in the next moment, an intense premonition of death enveloped him, and before the thought of escaping could even arise, a palm appeared out of nowhere, clutching his head.
Fu Qian didn’t even bother to see the man’s true face and simply lifted him by the head through the mask.
A teeth-grinding noise sounded as the metal mask was pressed and deformed bit by bit, and the head beneath followed suit.
“Why the rush to leave?”
Amidst the man’s screams, Fu Qian, still clutching the man’s hand, turned and pulled the trigger.
The light flickered, piercing straight through Hammer Bro’s thigh and nailing his running figure to the ground.
“Indeed, it’s a pretty good weapon.”
Fu Qian was quite satisfied with the hand crossbow’s power and stretched out his hand into his pocket.
A moment later, he took out a shiny yellow bullet and pressed it to the iron-faced man’s temple.
This was a regular bullet, probably due to cost issues; not all the ammunition he carried was of the special kind used in the gun.
“I, too, am willing to offer a price you can’t refuse.”
“You can choose to take it, or you can take it with your head.”
“I’ll take it, I’ll take it!”
Feeling the coldness at his head, the man with the iron face’s body stiffened again as he yelled almost to the point of hoarseness.
“Pleased to do business with you.”
Fu Qian stuffed the bullet into the crevice of the man’s mask, took the hand crossbow and quiver, and then let the man fall to the ground as he released him.
Turning to the struggling Hammer Bro, Fu Qian pointed at the Edge Hammer on the ground and took out another bullet.