"""
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.
"Friend!"
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?"
