Harry's smile froze on his face.
He slowly raised his hands, "Three heroes, whatever you want, you can have."
The Hinchlo Business Alliance is simply a melting pot of different races, where you can find anyone.
"We... want information."
The leader of the three strange individuals stepped forward with a sneer, pointing the gun straight at the fat man, "We want intelligence about your visit to the arms dealer Munchie, why you came, why you found Munchie, and the specifics of your discussions."
"Don't let me catch you lying, or both of you will die horribly."
Looking at those three gun barrels sparking with electricity, the fat man lamented inwardly why he chose the hidden route and didn't bring mechanical guards down, otherwise he wouldn't be in this situation.
Alas, Fat Brother will have to take the stage himself.
"You already said it's the arms dealer Munchie, of course, I'm here to buy arms."
The fat man asked with a strange face.
