"A billion coins... That could fetch a hefty amount of resources to train and be among the top-ranking players," Silver said with much enthusiasm.
"Hm..." Silas nodded as he heard that and then he smiled.
He himself didn't have that kind of money, but he might need it for his plans in the future.
He gazed at the people standing in a circle and noticed a man in the middle who was drawing a circle on the floor.
He moved forward from the bushes, pulling out a black knife from his coat pocket. His steps were silent, yet he was still fast.
He stabbed one in the thigh as swiftly as he moved to the other one, stabbing into his thigh too.
"Argh!"
"What the hell happened to you?" one of the men asked, and then he fell to the floor as he felt a deep pain in his thigh.
The last man, who was drawing something on the floor, stopped as the circle glowed brightly and a smile formed on his lips.