Chapter 100
A few minutes earlier, when the kids went into the shop to get their weapons, they were completely unaware that they had been trailed. Four men now stood outside the shop, leaning against the wall calmly, as though they had not a single care in the world.
The leader of the small group, a man wearing a round hat on his head and a pair of black gloves on his hands, was currently smiling in a way that seemed far too relaxed.
"Wait, why did you even drag us all the way here? Who are the targets?" one of the other three men asked, his voice low with suspicion.
"According to our intel, they are rich kids who were escorted into an inn by a man and a woman. Both of them looked quite strong and could possibly be bodyguards." The hat man explained.
"Huh? And how sure are we that they're rich?" another man asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly not convinced yet.
