Upon entering, the gambling manager said with a gloomy tone.
Behind the safety door was a cold corridor.
"But today, you're in luck, kid."
"Why?"
The young man looked at him sideways, his gaze making the manager suddenly feel a chill, "200,000 watts isn't a small sum. Offering a bounty of 10,000 watts is more than enough to take down a stranger who's unfamiliar with the area. Oasis has plenty of people willing to risk their lives for that money."
"10,000 watts can't buy the Rebel Army."
The manager bolstered his spirit, "You must be feeling pretty desperate right now. You barely escaped from the Skull Gang's territory, thinking you had found a savior, only to be delivered here by the Rebel Army."
"You haven't answered my question."
"Because the High Priest...why should I answer your question?"
