''Man, I really hope you're E-Rank,'' Raydon muttered, looking in the direction of the factory. He knew what rank the item holder was based on unfounded rumors he had heard, but after experiencing consecutive disappointments, his hopes began to fade. Like any die-hard gamer, all he wanted was to engage in a competitive fight.
''Anyway, there's probably no one else coming, so I'd better start moving,'' He said before leaving.
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*Tut*
''Wha…''
*Tut*
Following the arrows that struck their heads, the two muscular men who were guarding the factory's gate fell to the ground one after the other. Shortly after, a silhouette carrying a crossbow emerged from the darkness and started to move slowly in the direction of the gate.
