Several people entered the alleyway.
The rogues immediately became apprehensive, and involuntarily slowed down their pace.
The refined yet ruthless man with gold-rimmed glasses had a clear animosity towards the hapless brute they had lured into the alley, looking ready to cause trouble.
What worried the rogues was not death, after all a few people dying was a common occurrence.
Which week doesn't have deaths in the West District?
What they feared was that the ruthless man would shoot the rabbit while he was fetching the grass, and slaughter them conveniently as well.
Yet they dared not refuse to follow him in.
What if the hapless brute got scared off, ruining the ruthless man's plans, and he came after them? That would be unpleasant.
"You may leave now!"
Fortunately, as soon as the familiar and potent fog filled the alleyway, a casual voice rang out.
The rogues were granted permission by the ruthless man to retreat.
And what were they waiting for?