Hearing the fat chef's demand, Shard furrowed his brow and looked at the money collector, who was known as "Mr. Nett," and the latter shook his head:
"This is a matter between you two, the club won't stop him from leaving, but you have to convince Fat Jack."
"I've got no money left."
Shard pulled out the pockets on either side of his coat, which indeed held nothing but a keychain and a notebook because his money was in the inside pocket:
"I didn't expect he could owe so much money."
Little Franklin had already stood up, his head lowered, silent beside Shard. Although he had caused some trouble, he knew that now he had to rely on this man, who didn't seem much older than himself, to leave.
"No money?"
With a huff, the fat chef bent down to pick up the four scattered Roder cards from the floor and showed them to Shard, which were the Sun 1, Sun 8, Stars 13, and the Emperor.
