Chapter 447 Wasteland Chapter (Nine)_1

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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?"