[[ System notification :
A mission has been generated due to a series of events.
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Emergency mission
Mission Title: Rescue the young boy and his mother from the hands of the mercenaries.
Mission Rating: D
Mission Detail: Due to an unknown reason, little Finn and his mother are being pursued by a bunch of mercenaries hired by the merchant, Kolin. Now they have been caught with nowhere to escape to, little Finn requests your help..
Basic Rewards :
-Little Finn's gratitude (Increase in Relationship points with Little Finn).
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-Miss Rachel's gratitude (Increase in Relationship points with Miss Rachel).
-**** Experience Points.
Penalty :
-Little Finn and his mother, Miss Rachel, would be taken away by the mercenaries.
System Description: A seemingly low risk mission but with a low reward too. Accepting it might surprise you, both in good ways and bad ways.
System: Accept/Decline ]]
'An emergency mission? Quite interesting.' Sato thought.
'I don't exactly know what's going on here and the merchant who hired these guys seems to be some bigwig or something.'
The reason Sato didn't straight up make a decision yet was because he was comparing the boons and banes of the mission. As a pro player, Sato wasn't one who would let his emotions simply lead the way for him; he had to consider the various advantages and)or disadvantages surrounding the situation. Players who usually did so ended up ruining their accounts due to making bad decisions. Players who got led by their emotions would immediately agree to the mission but those who had control over them would consider the situation properly to see if it was worth it or not, just like Sato was doing right now.
'First of all, I don't know what exactly started off this enmity. Recklessly joining in could cost me, especially since it seems like the merchant guy has a bit of clout.'
Recalling how the passengers went silent after the burly man had mentioned the name Kolin, Sato knew that going against such a figurehead could potentially affect his growth in the city adversely. Therefore, unless the rewards were worth it, Sato would definitely try to avoid such.
'However, the rewards are anything but satisfactory. The only thing worth taking note of is the system comment attached at the end.' Sato glanced at the system description section.
"Hmm? You're asking for help, huh?" Tae noticed that the young boy glanced at Sato with a pleading look.
While it seemed like the thoughts that went through Sato's head took a long while, only a second had actually passed. The young boy was still resisting while Tae pulled him away.
As he noticed that the kid was glancing elsewhere, Tae turned to the direction the young boy was glancing at and was greeted by Sato's face.
"Oh, it's you?" Tae almost instantaneously recalled Sato.
"What? You plan on helping this kid? Better know your place you friggin' bastard." Tae insulted without remorse.
He had already been annoyed by how Sato 'behaved' before and with the way Sato was glancing at both he and the kid calmly, despite the mercenaries having the advantage, Tae was further irritated. While he didn't believe that Sato would actually make a move here, it still didn't stop him from jabbing Sato with his words.
'You know what, f*ck sh*t. No risk, no reward. The city is too big for some random merchant to find me.'
Having come to decision, Sato prepared to take action. His decision wasn't made due to his emotions but simply because he decided to take a risk. While it was true that pro players had to be cautious, they also took risks as fortune could be found in danger.
"You better remain low and keep your head down like the talent-less citizen you are."
"I was originally thinking about staying out of this but your mouth is too violent; you need to be lectured on how to properly use it so let me give you a free lesson on that." Sato said as he out on a pissed off expression. Since he was planning to interfere, Sato needed a legitimate reason so as to avoid direct conflict with that bigwig and Tae mocking him was more than enough reason.
Tae had yet to realise the meaning behind Sato's words when a punch suddenly greeted him in the he face.
*Bang*
Tae was thrown off balance by the punch but managed to stablise himself after retreating by 3 steps and letting go of the young boy. In front of him stood Sato who currently exuded the aura of a master. Even though he had just attacked Tae, Sato still had a calm and relaxed face as if what he did was nothing a trifling act.
"You…!"
Sato didn't wait for him to finish his words as he followed up with a kick straight to the face.
Tae never expected for a follow-up attack and Sato wasn't the same as the young boy; his physique was far better and even slightly superior to Tae's. So, Tae couldn't react each time and got a kick straight to the face.
*Thud*
This time around, Tae was unable to remain standing as he collapsed to the floor with an audible thud.
"You dare?!" The last mercenary, who was charged with bringing the young boy's mother along, roared as he charged right at Sato.
"Pointless."
Sidestepping to the left, Sato dodged the mercenary's charge before delivering a punch to him in the chest, followed by an elbow to his back. The consecutive attacks was enough to put the mercenary to sleep as he crashed to the floor like his comrade.
"What's going on?" Th leader of the crew, the burly NPC, suddenly asked as he entered the carriage once more.
Greeted by the sight of two of his men down as well as Sato and the young boy standing beside the two, the burly man was first stunned then infuriated as figured out what had happened.
"You did this?" The burly mercenary asked Sato.
"If not me then who?" Sato snorted.
"May I ask why, as well as who you are?" The mercenary held down his anger as he asked. Life on the run as well as chasing after others had taught him a lot and one of them was to not underestimate the opponent for any reason.
"Why can't I? Must there be a reason?" Sato replied back.
"If there's one, it would be because I simply find your men disgusting to look at." Sato said with a nochalant tone and an emotionless face.