Downstairs of the studio.
Horseman and his two fellow players were blending in with the ranks of the Iron Fist Gang's underlings.
They grouped up and took positions separately, guarding the entrance to the staircase leading to the studio.
This street was rather secluded, a corner of the Inner City District. Most of the shops here were empty, and the residential buildings were uninhabited.
"Horseman, we're really lucky. We just joined the 'Iron Fist Gang' and got a C-level mission,"
Doghead Gold was smoking a cigarette on the side, and afterward clicked his tongue in praise, commenting on how high the game's realism was—the feeling of smoke entering the lungs was hardly different from reality.
"Yeah... What's more important is that the mission reward even includes Supernatural Knowledge. If we complete this mission, we're basically sky-rocketing to heaven, stepping directly into the ranks of the Transcendents.
