Getting paid to get the job done, that's the reality of Grey Forest Star.
Everyone here lives on the edge; who cares about reputation or status?
The bar paused for a moment and then continued to immerse in a drunken haze.
Those burly figures emerging from the crowd carried a scent of blood and fire.
"Heard there's a reckless kid who showed up?"
"You got called in too?"
A few intelligence brokers who usually stayed out of each other's way met, and the smiles faded a bit.
Who doesn't understand the rules and called them all together like this?
Either it's a big client or sheer ignorance.
Sogert, the bar manager, casually pointed at Mu Fan, "That kid over there wants to buy information, seems like he has money."
Upon hearing the last sentence, the brokers' eyes lit up simultaneously.
They loved hearing such info.
Looking in the direction, amidst the mess, a young man sat on the sofa, looking over with a calm gaze.
Alone...
Not very old...
No other companions...
