Wilderness Outside the South Gate
"Boss, why hasn't that caravan arrived yet?"
In the howling storm, several human figures were hiding in the forest.
Huge modified mechas formed a platform to 'shelter from the rain', covering the people from the wind and rain above.
Amidst the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves, whispers echoed in the silent darkness.
"According to the data given by the client, the caravan should have set off a few hours ago," a somewhat rough voice echoed in the rain, "Don't worry, maybe the rain is too heavy and they've been delayed."
"Boss, could we have been played? What if the caravan isn't coming?" another voice asked quietly.
"Not very likely. Even though the client found us on the black market this time, they're very generous, having paid half of the commission upfront, that's five million federal coins' worth of cryptocurrency, transferred without a blink."
