In a desert scenery, two young men stood facing each other. The first looked exhausted, his face unable to hide the fatigue weighing on him. The second carried a different expression entirely. There was thrill in his eyes.
"Hand it over, Lex," the white-haired young man said with a smirk. His grip remained firm on the rifle he held.
"Bastard, you won't get away with this!" The other young man roared his response. His hazel brown hair was styled to fall across one side of his face. Dark green eyes glared from beneath it, and he wore armor in that same strange shade of green.
"Yeah, the last guy said that as well, but guess what? I did get away, and here I am robbing you!" The white-haired young man laughed and tightened his grip on the trigger. "I won't ask twice, Lex. Hand it over. Now." He gestured with his free hand, making his demand clear.
"Tsk, do you really think you can escape?! We have eyes everywhere, both here and in real life! We will find you, and when we do, you will regret this! I swear it!" Lex raged at him, trying a different approach now. If he could not win through force, he would at least stall for time.
"I know that, and guess what..."
Bang.
He pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Lex's left leg.
"AHHHHHHH!"
"I really don't care." The white-haired young man moved the gun to point at Lex's forehead. "Now will you hand over the loot peacefully, or do I have to take it from your corpse?"
"Damn it!"
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"So what exactly did you say happened here?" A man in glasses asked the question while staring at Lex. The injured young man was currently receiving treatment from a healer.
"It was that bastard, Endless." Lex spat the name out. His tone carried absolute hate in every syllable. "He stole the book. HE STOLE A FREAKING SSS RANK BOOK!" The rage in his voice spiraled out of control.
"Ha." The man dressed as a clerk released a long sigh. "To think that ungrateful bastard would stab us in the back..." He spoke the words under his breath, barely audible.
"What do we do, Winston? The captain can't find out about this." A young man with orange-red hair spoke up. A spear was strapped behind his back. His face showed an apprehension that he could not quite hide.
"We find him, and fast." Winston began giving instructions as he stood up to leave. "Contact all the branches under our command. Get me his contact details, location, and every single piece of information about him, both real life and online. I want it all."
"Will do." They responded in unison.
"Let's see how much you can hide, Endless."