Even though it was long after the mage left the team to chase the bait, the rich merchants’ hit and miss hunting game had yet to end.
Perhaps due to the appearance of a new prey, but they quickly started to lose interest in their current one. A few of them looked around impatiently.
"What the hell, why do I keep missing?" One of the businessmen suddenly pointed at a guard beside him and ordered, "You there! Quickly grab that guy and stop him from running about. We will keep missing at this rate."
"Huh... M-me?"
"Yes, you! Stop standing there for a fool, and go."
The guard instantly showed a face of dissatisfaction. Need he say more on the gunmanship of these rich people? If he were to grab the mercenary, who knew if the bullet would end up in the mercenary or him?
The rest of the guards looked at him sympathetically.
"What are you dilly-dallying about? Quickly go now!" The other rich merchants shouted once again.
