The one speaking was a middle-aged man, not particularly good-looking. Players could change their appearances, but the more ordinary you looked, the less likely you'd stand out. So hardly anyone bothered making themselves too pretty when out on business. The man and his buddies all looked so average that, in the busy crowd, as long as they didn't do anything freaky to draw attention, nobody would ever give them a second glance.
"Look at him, he's not leaving anytime soon. Following him around and watching him spend our money—it's fucking infuriating. That money should be ours!" said another guy with triangular eyes.
On a bustling street like this, they couldn't just rush up and kill him. Stealing only got you a little, while robbery and murder brought faster payouts.
"That bitch He Jiaorong isn't here yet? How much longer we gotta wait for her?" Triangular Eyes grumbled impatiently.
