The Necromancer is amassing troops like crazy in the apocalypse

“Another Level 3 fugitive, huh.”

A Level 3 fugitive was usually at least Level 10 and had committed exceptionally serious crimes.

Although they had captured a Level 3 fugitive before, the situation was still considered highly dangerous.

“Hmm! Unless there’s a twin involved, it’s definitely him,” replied Wu Heng.

Mata continued to ask, “Captain, how many are there?”

“There are 4 in the room, plus some outside that are likely with them,” said Wu Heng.

“Captain, when do we move in?”

“Wait a bit longer, there are still some gang members above us. Wait until they leave.”

Both nodded and continued eating.

After a while, a group of people came down from the upper floor.

Wu Heng glanced at them, recognizing them as the gang members who had just been negotiating with their target in the private room.

It seemed that the negotiation hadn’t gone well, as they left cursing and grumbling.

The Scarred Man and his crew didn’t bother to send them off.

Once the gang members had left…

Wu Heng gave the others a signal.

They understood and were about to rise and rush upstairs when suddenly…

There was a rustling sound.

In another corner, five people suddenly emerged. Three of them dashed up the stairs and the other two leaped over the railing and climbed to the second floor.

They charged for the room where Scarred Man was.

“It’s Team 5,” Duke immediately recognized several familiar faces.

Wu Heng and the others sat back down.

Their plan had run into an unexpected complication.

It wasn’t just them monitoring these people, other Association teams were also involved.

Apparently, news of their target meeting people for a transaction here had spread.

“What do we do now?” Mata asked.

“Let’s wait and see!” said Wu Heng.

Team 5 had obviously arrived before them and had acted immediately they stood up.

Clearly, they were afraid of their achievements being poached by Wu Heng’s team.

Clang, bang!

Immediately afterwards, intense fighting sounds came from upstairs.

“They’ve jumped through the window, after them…!”

“Keep up with them…”

Various shouts could be heard.

Two team members charged past and rushed out of the tavern.

Wu Heng and the others immediately went upstairs for a look.

The table was overturned, the window was wide open.

Clearly, their targets had escaped.

“They got away. Black Feather saw them disappear into the crowd down the alleyway after a chase,” Mata reported.

Black Feather was Mata’s tamed beast.

It was waiting outside, sharing visuals with Mata.

“Had they not interfered, the fugitive would’ve been ours,” Duke said, huffing with frustration.

Wu Heng glanced at the corridor on the second floor, saying, “It has nothing to do with us, let’s return to our meal.”

They sat in the first floor for a while.

Then they all left together.

Upon exiting the tavern, they stopped at a quieter place where Wu Heng gave a few brief instructions.

They changed their appearances and headed back towards the Black Antelope Horn Tavern.

…

At the bar.

Wu Heng deliberately disguised himself, using the Illusion Veil to transform into a fat, dark-skinned maid with brown hair.

On the sides were Basen and Bawudong who had also changed their outfits and were wearing full-face iron canister helmets.

After waiting for a while, a somewhat limping small man walked directly over.

He sat next to them, curiously looking at the unfamiliar maid, and after a while he finally asked, “Which mercenary group are you from? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Do we need to reveal our backgrounds to trade with you?” Wu Heng looked up at him.

“Haha, that’s not necessary,” the limping man continued, “We do indeed have some goods to sell, just want some ready silver coins.”

Although the man couldn’t see through Wu Heng’s disguise, it seemed as if he realized something wasn’t quite right.

His eyes darted up and down, scanning them.

Then his gaze swept over the other patrons in the tavern.

But he didn’t notice anything unusual, so he started to chat again.

Wu Heng picked up his drink and took a sip, then continued, “Money isn’t an issue, I can give you the silver coins, but I want to see the goods first. If they don’t satisfy me, then there’s no need to continue our conversation.”