Outside Jiamucheng.
[Crazy Man], [Bitter Melon Vine], [Silver], and several other Hidden Guards were carrying the pelts, fangs, and other spoils from beasts they had killed on West Mountain. They had just reached the main road when a group of players led by [Lonely Old Man] blocked their path.
"Looking for a PK?" [Crazy Man] threw the pelt from his shoulder to the ground, drew the blade from his waist, and asked, his brow furrowed.
He couldn't help but be wary. During the players' more reckless times, the Hidden Guards had imprisoned many, forcing a good number of them to delete their accounts and start over. Now that everyone's levels had risen, it was only natural for some to seek revenge.
"Jiamucheng players are family; we don't attack our own," [Lonely Old Man] said with a smirk. "Crazy Brother, we wanted to discuss something with you today."
"Speak," [Crazy Man] replied, not sheathing his blade.
